Forever to Remember (One piece Fanfiction)

by Proximina

3 yrs before the Strawhats, there was the Crusader pirates. An infamous and undefeated pirate crew led by a swords woman who dreamed of being free. With an unwavering reputation, it seemed as if nothing could break them apart. But as we all know, fate has a funny way of turning things around, yet it also has a funny way of bringing the good out of the bad. Some OC x Canon

1. Ch 1: Remember the Days

AN: To state the obvious, I don't own One Piece or any of it's characters, that seat is reserved for Echiro Oda. But the OCS belong to me. But I guess I can start by saying that I hope you enjoy this fanfiction and all the work I put into it.

Chapter 1: Remember the days

Something was gnawing at me. A few days ago, me and my crew encountered a large fleet of marines, with the intentionof capturing us all. That effort though was all in vain when we sunk every single ship. Normally, the marines would send an even larger fleet, yet they, nor the world government sent any sort of retaliation or battalion to hunt us down. Not that I appreciated any sort of peace that came our way (for once), but the feeling of caution and suspicion never left.

There was the lingering feeling that if our guard was down for just a small moment, something unexpected(obviously bad) would happen that would come at the very last second. Call it paranoia, but I preferred to have thought of it as having precautions. For that reason, and waiting to get more supplies, the way to pass time on the ship was either through practicing fighting techniques, rest up, conversation, or my way; stay in your cabin and read your worries away.

As of right now, I just finished the last book from my library (including the Bible) and that meant no more distractions. At least, that's what I last thought before I decided to read my previous Captain Logs. I searched through the various pages, files, and books until my eyes caught sight of the last journal. A peculiar looking book, one a worn out brown cover, the leather straps seeming as if they could rip easily, and wrinkled pages. I picked it up from it's desolate corner of the file drawer blowing the dust off the cover to see the title.

1st captain's log is what I read, remember the book from when I last wrote in it. With a new found sense of curiosity, I flipped to the beginning journal entry, the memories of when I first became the captain of the Crusader Pirates. A time when I was only known as Ravina Faust, came rushing back to mecas I read the words at the top of the page. Day One: Departure for the sea...