From Memoirs of a Pirate Princess, by Gol D. Reina, Island to Island Publications.

I assure you, my dear reader, that everything you will read—will now know and understand—from this moment onwards will change your life as you know it. No, not too drastically, of course, but it will change your perspective, even make you question things you thought you knew as well as the back of your hand.

As many of you are aware of, and for those who might have lived deep in the depths of the earth's core and were unaware, my father was the late Pirate King—Gol D. Roger. He was . . . quite the interesting fellow—or so I've been told. He was the man who took the world by storm—quite literally!—and even after his death, his legacy carried on. And how could it not? His parting words about One Piece before his execution set off the Great Age of Pirates which gave birth to The Worst Generation. But enough about my father . . . for now. I will talk more about him later on, as we go through my story—and of those whose stories entwined with my own.

And you know, as this is a memoir, I should really start from the very beginning, no? From my childhood and work my way to adulthood but, you see, chronology in my opinion is quite mainstream and utterly boring. And that is not my style in the slightest. Now, let's see, what is a good starting point . . . ?


"Nee, Reina-chan, you're not going to send your brother a present this year?" Tall, blonde and beautiful asked her former captain as she casually plopped a grape in her mouth and leaned further into the beanbags she was currently occupying.

"No point," The raven haired beauty next to her responded. At the young age of nineteen, Monkey D. Reina had become one of the youngest rear-admirals in Marine history, her achievements and prowess always impressing her superiors while her charismatic nature had her gaining allies left and right. Of course, at this point in time, no one could have ever guessed that she was the daughter of the most feared and renown pirate of all time. But how could they? After all, she was as righteous as the man she called her grandfather.

"He wouldn't be there to receive it." Reina reached for one of her nakama's grapes. The blonde's name was Rahzel Luzia and she was both Reina's best friend and the current captain of Reina's previous marine ship from before she was promoted the previous year. "He's turning seventeen this year which means he's embarking on his journey and finally leaving the island."

Razhel hummed thoughtfully before tossing another grape in her mouth. "So just like your older brother, he chose to be a pirate?"

"Pretty much, yeah." The raven-haired female turned to her friend and grinned. "I would've gone that route as well but I didn't want to risk Grandpa bursting his appendix or something like that. That wouldn't be good for his old age."

"And just who," A voice boomed into the room so suddenly, it startled both females into battle ready positions as they gracefully rolled onto their feet and turned in the direction of the voice. "Are you calling old?" Finished the large, older man as his fist flew in the direction of his granddaughter—a fist that Reina narrowly dodged by ducking with a swear.

"Language!" Monkey D. Garp, vice-admiral and Marine war hero, scolded his granddaughter as he rotated his body to deliver another blow in her direction. Fortunately for Reina, she had plenty of experience with her grandfather's fists of love as he dubbed them, and so knew how counter them. Most of the time, at least. And more efficiently than her brothers, that was for damn sure.

"Dammit, Grandpa! Stop trying to hit me. This is abuse!" Shrieked the dark-haired female as she moved to the other side of the room to avoid another fist. Rahzel, realizing that she wasn't in any danger, resumed her spot on top of the beanbags and continued to eat her fruit salad.

"This is love. Tough love." Corrected Garp, his fist going through a wall having missed his granddaughter.

"Bullshit, you crazy old coot." She shot back. Then added, "I'm going to get a boyfriend if you don't stop." Garp instantly froze. That threat was her secret weapon, it never failed to get her grandfather to pause everything he was doing.

"You wouldn't."

Unfortunately, it work so well that it had the older man bursting into tears and clinging on to her in a matter of seconds. Reina sighed deeply.

"You can't! You're not allowed to. You—you're my little princess, you can't. No boys. I refuse!" He cried, snot and tears getting all over her person as she tried to wiggle out of his embrace. Rahzel, still being the bystander that she was, burst into a fit of laughter.

"God, your grandfather is so amusing. Every time." Clutching her stomach, the blonde rolled on the ground thoroughly amused. And Reina's pointed glare did nothing to help her laughing fit.

"Rahz, do something. Be useful!" She ordered, while her grandfather continued to deny the fact that one day she will end up with a man and probably marry him. Monkey D. Garp was in some serious denial.

"There, there, Garp-san," Soothed Rahzel, gently rubbing his back, once she had managed to get off the ground. "You don't have to worry about Reina-chan getting a boyfriend."

"I don't?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Yeah, why?" Reina echoed, raising a brow.

Razhel grinned so widely that it made the young rear-admiral narrow her eyes in suspicion.

"Because while her pretty face might have the boys running to her like moths to a flame, the moment she opens her mouth they run for the hills in the opposite direction." She explained, expertly dodging a kick to the abdomen from Reina at the same time the last word of her sentence passed her lips.

"And if that's not bad enough, her answer to everything is violence!" Dodging another attack, Rahzel sprinted to the door and out the room as she yelled "See! Violence!" with Reina giving chase and Garp's booming laughter following them down the hall.


"Sen~go~ku~" The young raven haired female called out as she entered the spacious office belonging to the Fleet Admiral, her heeled boots clacking softly against the pristine marble floor. "You rang?" She asked, hopping on top of Sengoku's desk upon reaching it. The older male frowned in clear disapproval of her actions but didn't rebuke her which caused her lips to curl into a wide grin. Sengoku allowed her to get away with most little things more often than not, which might or might not be due to the fact that he viewed her as a granddaughter of sorts.

"Reina-chan," He began, shifting a few papers and folders here and there on his desk as he searched for the file meant for her. "I'm sending you to Hoyt Island." Locating the file, he slid it over to her as he continued, "For the past few days more pirates have been going in and little have been coming out."

"Hmm . . . the island's natives are known to be an accepting lot when it comes to pirates . . ." Reina commented, skimming through the file. "So, what's really the problem?" She asked, then frowned as her hand stilled above a white and black picture on one of the pages of the file. The picture was of a large pirate ship docked at the shore of the island—one she recognized instantly and wished she didn't know as well as she did: Poseidon's Whore. She tensed, her hands curling into fists on the current page of the file.

Monkey D. Reina was acutely aware of the older man's gaze on her, gauging her reaction to the discovery . . . and perhaps waiting for her to destroy something, which was her go-to reaction to unpleasant news. She breathed out heavily, slowly releasing her death grip on the sheet of paper.

"Whatever they're up to . . . is definitely nothing good."

Sengoku nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.

"I'll make sure to figure out what they're planningbecause there isn't any way in hell that they aren't planning somethingand shut them down. This time permanently." Hopping off the desk, she closed the folder with a snap and smoothed out the wrinkles she had caused when she had fisted her hands.

"Reina-chan." Her feet paused at the door at the tone and she turned slightly to look over her shoulder at the older man, waiting for him to continue.

"Be careful."

Reina's features soften at the gentle warning, and she flashed him a small smile. "Will do, Grandpa Sengoku." And with that promise, she exited the room and went to gather her nakamas.

It was time to hunt down some criminals and put them away for good.


A/N: Well, it's been years since I've been on FanFiction. I've missed it a great deal! SO HELLO AGAIN~

This plot is a very interesting one (at least in my opinion) and I'm very excited for it. I hope you all enjoy it! ^.^

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