So this is a sample story I want to try out and see just what you guys may think about this. No pairings are planned in this story as of yet, but there may be some subtext. Anyway, please tell me if I should continue this. I've been mulling it for a while and need to get it out of my head.
R&R
Time Leaves No Survivors
Chapter 1 – Prologue
"No! Lady, you mustn't!"
She turned, her bleach-white hair framed by the moonlight shining through her open bedroom window, illuminating her face like she was from heaven above. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with determination and yet fierce mischievousness. She removed his hand from her wrist and stepped closer to the window, adjusting the straps on her pack one last time.
"I must," she said. "It is of the utmost importance that I find him. He is the only one that can help us."
"But he is a pirate! And pirates cannot be trusted!"
"And so is the man who dictates our country," she pointed out. "Who better to defeat a pirate than another?"
He pleaded with her, soft hazel eyes locking onto her face. "Please, don't go."
"This is my destiny. Don't you believe in that?"
He shook his head. "I believe in you staying safe here! Let the marines take care of it."
She scoffed. "The marines are all corrupted; they care nothing and even if they did, Gridori is too powerful for them. Only he can save us."
"No one knows where he is! It's been five years since he last made an appearance."
"Who says I have to find the leader first?"
He watched as she pulled a crumpled poster from a pocket in her dark pants. She unfolded it, and the man recoiled at the image of the monster to whom the wanted poster belonged. "You want to -?"
"Yes."
There was silence between the two. A soft wind blew the leaves in a swift current into the room, sending a light shiver up her spine. She took this as her cue to leave, and she turned to stand on the windowpane, reaching out for the branch reaching out just beyond the fence.
The rough bark pricked her thighs as she positioned herself comfortably as he leaned out from the room barely visible in his dark clothes. She smiled softly. "I'll be back as soon as I can," she said.
He nodded. Suddenly, there was a pounding at the door across the room, and a gruff voice on the other side demanded entry. The man whipped around, his eyes dilating in horror. With shaking fingers, he reached for the sword at his hip, drawing the blade.
"Go," he said hurriedly. "If he raises the alarm, you'll never escape the island."
She nodded and dropped down from the tree, landing in a light crouch and roving her eyes across the lawn to check for sentries. Above her, she heard the door burst open, the intruder demanding to know her whereabouts. Steel clashed against steel, and she darted across the grass, footsteps muffled by the green stalks.
The town was quiet, all the shutters locked and barred. A stray chicken clucked its way across her path, and she leaped stealthily over it and continued. No one would ever imagine that an infamous pirate crew dictated this sleepy village. But the massive vessel moored on the reef off the coast flying the Jolly Roger was a dead giveaway. She passed a pub, the lights on and music playing loudly as calls for more kegs was answered.
She finally arrived at the harbor, panting heavily and slipping her pack from her shoulder. Picking her way down a rocky slope to the beach, she hissed as a rock cut deep into her hand. She had nothing to tie it with, so she bit her lip and turned to the small one-man boat stashed there, just as she had ordered.
She tossed her things into the boat and climbed aboard, adjusting the rigging according to what she had been taught. She was just preparing to lower the sail when loud voices caught her attention. She dropped to the deck, hiding her hair under a tarp.
The voices obviously belonged to the pirate men; their drunken slurs gave them away. Alcohol had been reserved primarily for themselves, so no resident had any chance of possessing the whiskey. She dropped her breathing to practically nothing, praying they would leave quickly.
They didn't. They lingered there for what felt like hours to her; she dare not fall asleep, nor even move. When they finally decided to go back to the bar, she felt her joints creaking like an old wooden rocking chair as she sat up. She winced in pain as her sliced hand sent a wave of pain up her arm.
Discarding it, she continued her tasks, letting down the sail for a wind to catch it. The boat pulled away from the beach and slowly set out for the sea, wind blowing her bangs about her eyes.
She squinted into the wind, a smile pulling her lips.
Stay right where you are, she thought. I'm coming for you. You must help our island before we become simply a statistic in Gridori's conquest.
I'm coming for you, Monkey D. Luffy, King of the Pirates.
So like I said, should I continue?