Follows the canon story from the Loguetown Arc. All characters belong to Oda! I only take ownership of any OC's. Rated T just in case for swearing. I do not own the cover picture.
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"The city where the Pirate King died. A place called the Town of Beginning and End."
A pirate in a straw hat stood at the prow of his ship, looking intently at the incoming island of Loguetown. Beside him stood his crew, all with expressions of determination and hope on their faces.
They sailed on.
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Minori Sakura stood in the crow's nest of a pirate ship. Whose pirate ship it was, she wasn't exactly sure. The Jolly Roger was relatively basic: a skull and crossbones on top of a simple green circle. She continued to stare into the distance, musing to herself as she spotted an incoming ship with a Jolly Roger of a skull with a straw hat.
"A straw hat….I've seen that before...where?" she murmured, completely lost in thought. She took a blank piece of paper and a small black pencil out of her messenger bag and began to draw with rough, hasty strokes. Despite the dirt smudged all over her arms and face and her fraying clothes, the papers and pencil were good quality, and obviously well taken care of. A light sea breeze flew by, and she pushed her choppy bangs out of her face. The rest of her light brown hair was sloppily tied back in a rough ponytail.
"What the- Hey, brat! What the hell are you doing! Get off my ship!" A voice disturbed her observations, and the girl reluctantly turned to face a red-faced pirate captain (judging by his overcoat, though he was a bit scrawny) and a small band of men wielding simple swords. Easy prey. She grinned.
"Ah sorry, my bad, just trying to use this raft as a place to rest!" she called back cheerfully. The pirate steamed and stamped his foot. What kind of full grown man would throw a hissy-fit?
"Why you! I spent a good amount of money on that ship and I don't appreciate you dirtying it, you cheeky brat! Men, get her, and teach a lesson in manners!" the pirate yelled, stabbing the air with his sword. His followers yelled in agreement and began to board the ship, waving their weapons around like madmen. The girl frowned. This could get a little messy.
With a grunt, she went into action, jumping out of the crow's nest, and with a mid-air twist, lashing out with her feet and taking out two men. She then sprung back up using her hands, narrowly avoiding a slashing blade. Landing back on her feet, she surveyed her surroundings, narrowing her eyes when she realized the men had formed a circle around her.
"Don't get so cocky, little girl. You're nothing compared to us pirates," one of them growled, a rather ugly grin on his face. Sakura turned, and the man's grin faded as he took in the girl's piercing amber eyes, now filled with a fierce anger.
"Who you calling little girl, salad face?" she hissed. Her hand shot out, and a strange, pink swirl of energy appeared in her palm.
"Flare!" she yelled as she flicked her fingers up, allowing the flare of energy to fly outwards. The men who came in contact with the glowing streams of energy yelped and collapsed. Screaming, they rolled around the floor, clutching their heads, as tears appeared in their eyes. Soon, Sakura and the captain were the only ones standing, and seemingly sane. The captain backed away, sweat beading his face.
"D-d-devil fruit user?! What kinda' witch are you!" he growled before turning tail and fleeing. Sakura sighed, her hands unconsciously straightening her ripped tank top and cardigan and brushing dust off her shorts.
"Well that's not very nice, cucumber," she muttered.
Quickly, she rummaged around the fallen pirates, pocketing any gold or valuables that she came across. She then lightly leapt back onto the ship, retrieving her bag and paper. Blank only a few minutes before, the paper now depicted a rough but detailed sketch of the straw hat pirate ship. Sakura carefully folded it up before stowing it into her bag. She took another long look at the incoming pirate ship.
"That pirate ship though...with that straw hat...why does it seem some familiar?" she muttered, before shrugging in resignation. If they were pirates, they would be arriving at the harbor soon, and she could learn more then. She was the street rat spy of Loguetown after all.