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Asa: Well there's that self confidence-_-

Ang3l: Urm... right sorry! Okay so this is your average OC falls into One Piece kinda fanfiction. You don't have to read if you don't like it but I'd appreciate it!

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Ang3l: Let's not demand things from the readers on the first chapter, Asa.

Asa: *Pouts* Fine... Oh yeah! Ang3l S0ng does NOT own One Piece-

Ang3l: *mumbles* No matter how much she wants to...

Asa: - but she does have copyright over me! Which worries me sometimes.

Ang3l: *Evil Giggle* On with the story!

Chapter I

The Storm

"Hey Kyal?" I asked the boy that stood beside me.

"Yeah?"

"What's the meaning of life?" He gave me a side glance before looking back at the calmly rippling water.

"What do you mean?" he asked, sticking his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans.

"Well… why is there life? Why is it that I wake up every day? I just… I don't understand, what's my reason for living?" I clarified scuffing my feet through the soft sand.

Kyal turned and looked at me, giving me a calculating stare before taking my face in his hands. "No one can know that but you." He told me. I frowned at the lack of an answer, causing him to smile. "Someday everything will make perfect sense. But for now just remember to laugh at the confusion and smile through the tears. Keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason."

I nodded dumbly, captivated by his wise words. We lean in closer to each other. So close I could feel his warm breath on my lips. I stare into his warm brown eyes and-

"ASA! Get outta bed you lazy midget!"

Yep. And there was Uncle Garrett, right on time with the early wake-up call.

I scowled sleepily at the nick name. I really wasn't that short! I was normal height for my age; everyone else around here is just freakishly tall.

Getting up, I proceeded to go through the regular morning routine of getting dressed-in a pair of jeans and a grey tank top- and going downstairs for breakfast. I entered the kitchen and saw my Aunt cooking up some bacon and eggs while my Uncle sat at the table drinking his morning cup of coffee. "Ah! She finally rises!" my Aunt exclaims turning away from the sizzling foods, wiping her greasy hands off on her apron.

"Oh please," I said rolling my eyes "I didn't sleep for that long."

"Long enough." My Uncle ground out "It's almost 7:30."

I faked a stunned expression. "Wow! You mean I got to sleep in for a whole half hour?"

"Watch your tone midget!" He scowled.

"Sorry Grandpa." I sat down at the table, resting my chin in my hand.

"Asa," I turned at the sound of my name. "Your Uncle and I have something we want to talk to you about." I furrowed my brow in confusion. Jeez I just woke up and I was already getting a lecture?

"It's about that storm today…" I jumped up at the mention of the storm. My mood turning from tired and annoyed to instant excitement.

"Oh my gosh! I totally forgot that's today!" I turned around and ran back up to my room, ignoring the calls from my Aunt. I huge smile adorned my face as I grabbed my very expensive, water-proof camera off my bedside table, throwing the strap around my neck. Scuttling through the mess on my floor I went to my dresser and grabbed 4 extra batteries, a solar charger and a couple different camera lenses. Putting them all into a water-proof backpack (I didn't want the rain to ruin anything) that I threw over my shoulders.

When I came back downstairs, my Aunt had set out the plates on the table. She took note of my gear and frowned. "Where are you going?"

"I want to get some shots of the beach before the storm hits! Ya know, like a before and after thing." I grabbed a piece of bacon off of the plate intended for me and jogged my way to the door. Just as I put my hand on the door knob, my Uncle's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"We are forbidding you from going to the coast today." His voice was firm and final, telling me there was no room for argument. I turned around slowly to see my Aunt looking anywhere but at me and my Uncle taking another gulp of his coffee.

"What?" I asked quietly, questioning whether I heard right or not.

"We've been listening to the news. The storm has gotten bigger, it's a hurricane now. It's too dangerous for you to be out there." My Uncle explained in a calm voice that I rarely heard him use.

"But… I've been waiting for this for weeks! This could be the shot of a life time! Seriously, we're talking 50 foot waves! I can't pass up an opportunity like that!" My voice grew louder with every sentence.

How could they do this? They knew how much this meant to me!

"Honey, we understand but no picture is worth your life." My Aunt tried to console, putting her hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off roughly, glaring at her.

"No! I don't think you do understand!"

"ASA! I mean it. You are not going out today and that's final. Now go to your room!"

I turned my glare to my Uncle. "Make me." I hissed. Before they had time to react I was already out the door. I didn't stop running. Not even when my lungs started burning and a stitch tore at my side. Tears poured down my cheeks and I blinked to try and clear my cloudy vision. How could they do this? They knew that it was my dream to become the greatest photographer in the world, to take the most amazing pictures that anyone has ever set their eyes on! It was my dream. It was our dream…

I finally stopped running, the need to catch my breath finally winning over. Looking around I finally realized that I had made it to the coast. I wiped my tears away and looked at the sky. The clouds were dark and ominous. In the distance it appeared that the clouds were almost resting on the raging waters, rolling and tumbling in what looked like unnatural ways.

Seeing a perfect picture opportunity I lifted my camera from where it rested against my stomach and looked through the sight. It was a digital camera but I preferred using the sight instead of the screen. I positioned the frame to where I wanted it, making sure to get the clouds and the ocean in the view, before pushing down on the snapshot button.

The familiar click sounded and I rested the camera back on my stomach. I had a rule that I liked to follow when it came to taking pictures. I only took one picture of a subject; I never took more than one because I figured if I wanted to be the best, I should be able to take the best on the first try. Besides, it was a pain to go through a bunch of the same pictures and try to find which is better.

Suddenly a thought came to me. My Aunt and Uncle would surely be looking for me and this would probably be the first place they'd come. I turned around and made my way back into town, figuring that the storm wouldn't start until a bit later anyway. I walked around aimlessly for a while before I felt my stomach growl.

That's right… I didn't get to eat breakfast. With a new goal in mind I made my way to the grocery store in search of food.

I entered through the automatic doors and looked around, the place was pretty empty. Everyone was probably at home, preparing for the storm. I went around the store and picked up some things I wanted.

When I left, my backpack was full of foods and snacks such as a 500mL bottle of Coke(1), 2 apples, a pack of gum and a jar of pickles. Strange combo, but I didn't plan on eating them all right way. Well... I also really like pickles...

I wandered more around town and munched on an apple, which I finished and threw in the garbage.

After another half hour of walking it finally started to rain so I made my way to the docks. Upon arriving, I realized that the scary dark clouds were a lot closer now than they were before I took out my camera and attached a special lens meant to keep the rain off. Looking through it, I adjusted the position of the camera looking for the perfect shot. After a few minutes I sighed, this wasn't right. I needed a better angle.

Looking around the docks I noticed a wooden dingy tied to the end of the dock, it was thrashing around wildly in the turbulent waters. Biting my lip I looked between it and my camera.

Was it worth it?

My Aunt's words flashed through my thoughts, "No picture is worth your life."

But was my dream worth my life? Yes.

What's life without a little risk?

Without a second thought I ran to the boat, careful not to slip on the wet wood of the dock. I jumped in and untied the rope, letting the boat drift quickly away from land. The waves thrashed me around but I battled to still myself as I drifted closer to the storm.

The rain had amounted into a torrential downpour, aiding the waves in filling my boat with water. I was soaking wet and my hands were shivering but I willed them to stop.

I grabbed onto the side of the boat. That's when I realized, I had a huge problem.

I had no oars. Meaning I had no way to paddle back to shore.

With every passing second, more water filled the boat, until it was almost ankle deep. The rain pierced my skin like a thousand needles and obscured my vision. Suddenly the thrashing stopped for a moment but I could feel the boat being pulled quickly out to sea.

The undertow. As soon as the thought struck me I realized that with an undertow this large that would mean…

I turned around quickly, my chestnut colored hair whipping around in the gale sized winds.

Towering over me was a wave. A monster wave, that had to be at least 80 feet high. I lifted my camera to my face. I had to get this shot. I clicked the button, not really getting much time to position the view. I dropped my camera against my stomach. My eyes widen and I let loose a terrified scream before everything went black.

Little did I know, this very moment was the beginning.

The beginning of everything falling apart.

Ang3l: So that's it for now! Hoped you liked it!

Asa: And if you didn't we really don't care. Keep the flames to yourself please!

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Asa: Oh! And all you Luffy lovers out there, he comes in next chapter, with the other strawhats of course;)

Ang3l: Luffy!? Where!?

Asa: Oops... here we go again...

Ang3l & Asa: Until next time folks!