I've been thinking about writing this fic for a long while and am finally bouncing up the courage to actually do it. Bear with me as I figure out how to use this site. Also won't be beta'd as I have no friends lmao so all mistakes lie solely on me, I'll try my best to catch them!
Disclaimer - Eiichiro Oda owns One Piece, I'm just borrowing it to entertain myself.
Dry.
Dry, desolate, damning sun.
Salty and unforgiving sea that lapped at the little boat was the only moisture in sight. A body of water that would do nothing to quench the sisters thirst, soothe their scorched skin or clean their weeping wounds.
Dry throats, dry mouths, dry and tired eyes.
How many days had it been now? Not many, by Makas count, but also too many for her liking. Too many days without a drop of water, a scrap of food. She had thought day after agonising day about how she'd feel when herself and her baby sister would finally be able to free themselves from the shackles they'd been bound with for the past year and this was nothing of what she had envisioned. She had thought - freedom, happiness, joy but those feelings had only been fleeting. Soon reality swung in like a kick to the face and panic, paranoia and fear took over and eventually hunger, thirst and exhaustion to top it all off.
They were adrift on a small vessel in the middle of the grandline, no land in sight, no ships either. Maka had a constant eye looking over her shoulder, afraid to close her red exhausted orbs for even a second in case her and Akis captives dotted the horizon with their black flags sailed, soiling the beauty of the ocean below it. Even without the weight of recapture looming over their heads she was always reminded that she was at the mercy of some of the most unforgiving seas in the world. Sea Kings, Pirates and unpredictable weather was just another weight crushing down on the sisters chances of survival.
She looked down at the little girl that had been her charge for the last 7 years. Her long dark hair fell disheveled about her sleeping face, her little lips were cracked, dry tear marks and yellowing bruises were streaked across her chubby cheeks and eyes. Maka shifted her cloak a little so her head was out of the sunlight, brushing the hair that looked much like her own off her. When it looked like her fussing was going to wake her Maka flinched. Wincing in pain she prodded her tender side, a cut stemming around her torso had been only dabbed at with the dirty clothes she had escaped with and sea water, it wasn't necessarily a deep wound and it had eventually stopped bleeding but she was at risk of infection and it smarted anytime she dared to move. Just another thing she had to worry about.
She dipped a delicate hand overboard to scoop up some of the rushing sea, dabbing it at her tired eyes to refresh herself. It didn't help much, her gut still twisted in hunger, her head dizzy from the heat on her skin and her throat still as dry as dirt. She hadn't noticed her shoulders beginning to slump with the falling sun, but she did become aware of her heavy eyes dropping closed and then nothing as her mind abandoned consciousness.
Their fate was in the hands of the sea.
A/N
A quick introduction, chapter one shall follow shortly.