Stella sat on the figurehead of the Moby Dick, humming to herself. Her life had changed completely when she joined the Whitebeard Pirates and she felt for the first time that she belonged somewhere. Marco and Thatch was a big part of that. And of course Oyaji. If Oyaji hadn't found her when he did, she probably wouldn't have been here now. She really owed them big time.
Before Stella knew it, it was dinnertime. ' That means I skipped lunch. Great.' Stella stood up and stretched before walking towards the galley.
"Stella! Where were you at lunch?"
Stella turned around to answer the man.
"Just lost in my own thoughts, Thatch." She smiled.
Thatch slung an arm around her shoulders and they walked to the galley together.
After a couple of hours laughing and chatting at dinner, Stella went straight to her room as she always did after eating. She had developed a problem when she was seven. An eating disorder.
Her smile fell once she locked the door behind her. The demons in her head were screaming again.
She went into her bathroom and stood by the toilet.
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The demons got the best of her again…