"I'll wrassle me up a future or die trying."
~Zora Neale Hurston
"I give up, Minette."
"Come on Shi, it's just a little bit farthur."
"Where are we going?"
"I'm not sure."
"Then why are we still running?"
"I'm not sure."
"Minette, what's going to happen to us if we never disappear?"
"I… I'm not sure."
It's not as if she were afraid, no - never again, it was more like she was… uncertain.
She was uncertain about the sun. It was warm, awoke life, and embraced her face with it's gentle kisses. It was kind and misleading. The sun was hot, could cause blisters on her skin, burn her with its groping hands.
She was uncertain about the sun.
She was uncertain about the ocean. It was a calming blue, held life in its interconnected currents, bathed her in crushing love and affection. It was tranquil and deceiving. It was cold and tempered, it could naw at her flesh until nothing was left, it could pummel her with sixty foot waves and drown her in its darkest caves.
She was uncertain about the ocean.
She was uncertain about books, about shoes, about the night sky, about trust.
She was uncertain about her future, about life and death, about oranges, about the world, and so much more.
But despite what did and will happen, she will always be certain about one thing: Luffy is going to become the Pirate King.