BOOM!
The villagers looked up just in time to see a girl being propelled from the top of the roof of a tall building, which, by the way, was currently smoking. The girl cursed as she flew threw the air and grabbed onto an empty clothing line stretching over the main street. She grabbed hold with one hand and then swung so her other hand latched on.
"Woo!" She cried, laughing. "I guess that part wasn't supposed to go there." Her expression turned shocked as the clothing line collapsed and she landed on the one under it. This one having multiple clothes strewn across.
"Oh jeez, I suppose I'm going to have to fix that later too- shit!"
The line she was on collapsed, the clothes flying loose, and the girl fell straight through the remaining clothing line, the clothes on that one also flying whichever way. She landed with an 'oof' on the well worn dirt road, the shirts and pants and fabric coming down to rest on top of her, and ultimately burying her. Laughter could be heard from underneath the massive pile. Just then, a chubby middle aged old man could be seen running out of the building the girl had just fallen from, his sweaty face red and furious.
"What did you do to my roof! Huh? Are you going to fix that? You think you got the money for that? I just finished building this hotel a year ago and now you come and do damages? You think this island gets a lot of tourists? I'll have to take money from my profits off the bar down below! I can't believe this!"
He yelled at her as she climbed up from under the pile of clothes, laughing. She stood up, took one glance at him, and doubled over laughing again. This only caused his face to get more red as his yells increased in volume and profanity.
"Calm down old man, I'll fix it." He opened his mouth to say something and she cut him off. "Proper this time. I'll fix it proper I promise. Just an explosion nothing wrong maybe some messed up parts but your building looks pretty damn strong, it's cement anyways, so nothings wrong, I'll clean it." She looked back at the pile in the middle of the street. "And the clothes."
He huffed but walked back into the hotel. The girl looked back at the pile and picked up one of the ropes that made up the clothing line. She ran her hand along it until she came to the end, then walked over to the side of the building and put the rope in her mouth. She grabbed onto the windowsill and started climbing her way up the wall until she got to the top, where she tied one end of the rope to a metal hook that was sticking out the side of the wall. She repeated this process until all three lines were back up and then flung the clothes over them haphazardly. She climbed the building one last time to get to the roof that she had been thrown off of.
When she got to the top she was greeted with the sight of charred metal, wood, and ash and soot. Ash and soot everywhere. She pouted childishly. "Awww. Goddamnit. I wasted all that time." Everything on that roof was ruined, she reasoned. There was no point in pillaging for anything that could be used further. She kicked all the stuff into one pile, spat on it and laughed. She looked out over the roofs of the buildings that lined the main street down to the dock, and beyond that, the sea. The sky was clear and blue, not a cloud in sight. The sea was sparkling beautifully. You know, with that submarine floating on it at the dock.
Her grin widened. There were new people to meet. She jumped onto the roof of the building next to the one she was on, grinning, and broke into a run, hopping from one roof to the next easily. The street was on a hill anyways, and the dock was at the bottom of said hill. She reached the last building and skidded to a stop at the edge of the roof, dropping to her haunches and letting her hands dangle in between her legs as she watched.
She saw all the fishermen be wary of the newcomers. Probably rightfully so. From here she could see something that looked like a pirate logo painted in black against the yellow submarine. She snorted, yellow was a gaudy color to paint a submarine in a blue ocean.
She saw people in orange jumpsuits leave the submarine. Two were different. One, wasn't wearing a jumpsuit. Actually, he was wearing a furry white hat, a black and yellow hoodie with the same pirate logo on it, and some blue jeans with what looked like spots on them. They matched the spots on his hat. He was also carrying a large sword almost as tall as he was, and from what she could see his arms were tattooed.
The other person who was different wasn't even a person.
Actually, it was a bear.
And it was talking.
...
That's fuckin' cool.
The girl jumped down from the roof, the building wasn't that tall anyways, and landed on a pile of crates. She jumped off those in turn and started walking towards the pirate people with a grin on her face. She wanted to talk to the talking bear. I mean, that's neat. While she was walking there she passed a fisherman she had helped yesterday on his boat. "Hey, Sam." She grinned and waved at him as she passed. He reached out to stop her from walking in the direction of he pirates but pulled his hand back at the last minute. They had already noticed her.
The man with the fuzzy hat was eyeing her suspiciously. She assumed he was the captain, since even the bear was in an orange jumpsuit. Oh well. He was uninteresting. She walked up to the bear.
"Oi." She greeted with a laugh, "You're a bear right? But you can talk. I saw you. I think that's pretty neat." She stuck out her hand for a handshake. "My names Zeima. Yours?" The bear shifted nervously and glanced over in the direction of the captain, as if asking for approval.
The captain stared at the girl. Tall, though not as tall as himself. Somewhere between the age of 18 and 20. Long, straight, light blue hair that fell down to almost her lower back. Welding goggles made up of two circles. Made of copper. Looked well used and dirty. Bangs fell down from under the goggles into her eyes, but only slightly. White tank top. Baggy camouflage pants tucked into heavy duty black leather boots with thick soles. Two daggers in sheaths, one on either side of her hips. Long, moderately thick metal pole hung down her back. Looked like some sort of weapon. Log pose on her arm. Everything covered in soot and ash. Face, hair, clothes, hands especially. Large grin. Brought out the prominence of the soot on her face.
The captain nodded his approval to the bear and the bear bowed instead of taking the girls hand. "My name is Bepo." He said in a rather high-pitched voice. The girl automatically started laughing. "Goddamn, oh, oh, what's- 'My name is Bepo.'" She mimicked his voice, "I expected more, you know, 'My name is Bepo.'" She said in a deeper voice, while trying to speak through her laughter. The bear ducked it's head.
The girl stopped laughing though the grin never left her face. "Why didn't you shake my hand anyways?" The bear looked at her surprised, "I'm sorry! And I'm sorry for my voice, and I'm sorry for making you laugh, and I'm so-" She held up a hand to stop him. "What the hell're you apologizin' for? Jeez, here." She took his paw and put it in her hand, then shook it. "See," She said, "No biggie. I wasn't offended. Though you don't needta be so shy for hells sake nobody blames you for nothin'."
The captain cleared his throat. The girl, Zeima, turned to him. "Oi." She said with a grin and a half wave. "'Sup?" The captain walked towards her with a grin of his own. Though his was calm and calculating. And most of all, his didn't reach his eyes. It was the grin of a man who held all the cards.
"You cannot just simply walk up and approach my crew members without my consent. Miss Zeima."
The girl wrinkled her nose and laughed. "Miss? You don't haveta call me miss. Too formal for somethin' like this."
His grin tightened. "I am Trafalgar Law. A pirate. Surely you know this. And in knowing this, it is best advised if you keep out of my way. Villagers are not to mix with dangerous travelers. It is to their best interest."
The girls brow furrowed in confusion. "Villagers?" Her expression snapped to one of surprise. Her expressions were rather extreme, and they splayed across her face easily. She made absolutely no attempt to hide them. "Oh you think I live here!" She laughed, "Oh no, no mate, see I'm visiting here, same as you." She pointed to a little raft tied up next to the pier. "See? 'Tis my vessel for sailin' the seas. Got here a couple days ago. Was gonna head out soon."
Law looked over and saw the tiny raft. He felt exasperated just looking at it. This girl was obviously stupid, and how she had managed to survive on the Grand Line this long was a mystery. He looked back at her with a sigh, "All the same. It is in your best interest not to interfere with us any longer. You wouldn't want to be hurt."
"Psssssh." The girl waved her hand in dismissal, "I doubt that."
Law's eyes narrowed. "You doubt what." His tone was cold, and bordering on dangerous.
The girl looked up at him with a challenging grin and sparkling eyes. "Doubt you could hurt me."
Law's eyes flashed and he grinned back, enjoying this. He backed away from her and tucked his sword between his shoulder and his chin, then lifted up his arms, palm down with his hand almost making a dome. His crew members recognized the pose and scrambled out of range. The girl only tilted her head to the right in honest confusion, with curious eyes.
"Room." Law spoke, and an almost transparent blue dome suddenly surrounded him and this girl. Her curious eyes widened and she looked around in amazement.
"Oooh, this is so neat!" She spoke, a happy grin stretching across her face. "Now this is cool. You must be a devil fruit eater, huh? Ooo, jeez, I wonder what this power does." She turned her back towards him to look around the blue dome and Law grinned ferally at her amateur mistake. He took his sword and slashed at her from where he stood. She turned back around to face him just as he put his sword back in it's sheath. She looked so intrigued and curious. Law chuckled.
"Shambles."
He waited.
And then he waited.
His crew members waited.
Their audience of villagers waited.
The girl grinned.
Law could feel confusion and humiliation creeping up the back of his neck. What was going wrong? Why wasn't it working? Should he try again and risk humiliating himself further? He let the Room fall and the blue dome disappeared. The girl was still grinning at him.
"That looked real neat. I still wanna see what it does. Can you do it on someone else, then?"
Law was angry. He didn't show it, but he didn't like being embarrassed. Being made a fool of. He was so upset he was considering simply slashing her manually with his sword. He took a deep breath and walked up to her. His eyes were blazing. Angry. He could feel them. She backed down not one step. Her grin didn't even falter as she looked him in the eye.
As quickly as he could he drew his sword and slashed it. It should've made a large, gaping wound in her stomach. It should've. He felt a tap on his shoulder from behind him. He turned around and the girl grinned, wiggling her fingers. "Hey."
He was so angry that it almost showed on his face. The crowd was whispering, looking confused. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. He re-sheathed his sword. The girl stuck her hand out for a handshake. He looked at it, then took her hand silently and shook it with force. She returned the handshake with equal strength. Her eyes closed as she grinned, "Nice to meet you, Trafalgar Law."