Disclaimer: Eiichiro Oda was the one who created One Piece and its characters. If I said I created it I would be lying. I don't have nearly as vast an imagination as Oda does.
A/N: This is a little drabble based on one of the ending sequences for One Piece that aired for a while after the arc where they rescued Robin. It has her watching a meteor shower and she wakes up everyone so they can see it. I always like watching that ending sequence because she looked so happy. ^U^
There is something truly magical about night time when you sail. It was quiet, but also spectacular. Beneath the ship, the ocean was almost as dark as the sky itself, just blue enough to give off the color of deep navy, only growing lighter when what she guessed was a glowing sea king passed by. Up in the sky, the stars flaunted themselves as if it was the last night they had to shine. There were so many, and she mindlessly and slowly picked off the constellations as if they were fruit, enjoying them and then moving on to the next. The moon itself was an almost closed eyelid, just a sliver of shining white, turning away to give the stars their time to be the center of attention.
She smiled as she drank her coffee, the blanket wrapped around her being just enough to shelter her from the breeze pushing the ship onward. She's always had reasons for staying up late other than just to admire the night. Worrying was usually her business, or had been at any rate, because she was always wondering if she would live to see another night to see the stars. But now, after being with the Strawhats (her Strawhats) for a while and having been rescued by them just a few weeks ago, she allowed herself to indulge in forgetting about everything but what she wanted.
As she reclines in the nest attached to the mast, she thinks about the life she had before as if it were part of a dream. The memories of her mother don't sting as much as they used to, and she can smile as she recalls the looks of her colleagues when she passed her archeology exam back in Ohara. She feels so calm now, almost unbelievably so. At the same time, the prospect of spending the rest of her life with people like the crew makes her want to laugh out loud, shout into the wind, maybe even dance.
...Maybe she wouldn't go that far, but her joy can't be measured by anything man-made. It is infinite.
Something catches her eye in the distance, and she turns her head slightly to the right. A shooting star falls from the sky and disappears. She recalls that children often wish on shooting stars with hopes that things will change, and even some adults do so as well. She herself used to wish on them constantly when she was younger, hoping for her mother to come back, for love from her family, or for just one caring friend. But now there is no use for that, she thinks as one shooting star turns into many. She already has what she's always wanted.
She crosses her arms upward, calling upon her powers to wake everyone from their slumber. It's a beautiful night and they have no one chasing after them. Maybe a meteor shower shouldn't warrant such a sudden want for company, but she feels like they should see this.
Slowly but surely, they each make their way up to the deck, their faces aglow with wonder as they watch the stars fall to the Earth. She doesn't know why, but she feels like a promise is made between her, the crew and these stars at this moment. Her wishes have been granted and will stay granted, and perhaps the sky cries tears of happy stars for her, the little child who received her wish at last.