Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. I only own my OC and the story line.

Prologue

Logue Town

Two people knelt upon a raised platform, their wrists bound by strange mannacles. One was a man with a mustache and a devilish grin, keeping his gaze on nothing in particular, a laugh rumbling out of his throat. The other was a woman who looked no older than twenty who looked into the crowd and latched onto a man there, her silver eyes contrasting violently with her warmly tanned skin. Four marines, two one either side of the prisoners, raised their swords.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd.

"OI! PIRATE KING! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH YOUR TREASURE?! IT'S ON THE GRAND LINE SOMEWHERE, ISN'T IT?!"

The woman smiled a bit, her eerily silver eyes shifting to look at the man in the crowd while her captain laughed. A marine tried to shout at the man and shut him up, but to no avail.

"You have it don't you?! The world's greatest treasure?! THE ONE PIECE?!" the man continued. Gol D. Roger's laughed grew until it boomed out across the courtyard where crowds had gathered to watch their executions, and the woman with silver eyes began to giggle as well.

"My treasure?" Roger began in amusement, "If you want it, I'll let you have it."

The tan skinned, silver eyed woman smiled as well, and in a soft, lilting voice she added, "Yes, just go find it. After all, we left all of it in that one place."

The next instant, the executioners had stabbed them both through. But that didn't matter to her. Death had never mattered to her.

"Via," said her captain's voice just before the blades came down, "Will you look after them?"

She had no need to answer him, for not only would he be dead before she could reply, but her captain already knew the answer. Still, she answered empty air as she dissolved herself into mist.

"Of course, Captain."

On that day, the execution of the Pirate King and true first mate, Misuto D. Sylvia, had been scheduled. Only the Pirate King could be successfully killed.

1 year later, Moby Dick

Sylvia sat on the railings of the Moby Dick, letting the cold moonlight engulf her, sending goosebumps up her bare arms. Her face was solemn as she looked out over the sea, the weight of her duty laying heavily upon her shoulder's. She had to take care of her captain's son, but she was so completely out of her depth. The ageless woman had never been the nurturing type, and in truth, the only thing she was good at was fighting.

"You should get some sleep, yoi." A soft smile crept its way onto her face and she turned slightly to face her fellow immortal.

"So should you, Marco." The blonde pineapple of a man shrugged, moving forward and then resting his forearms on the railing, opting to look out over the sea. The former first mate of the Roger pirates sighed, silver eyes casting themselves upwards. She had the feeling she was in for a lecture. Marco always gave her lectures over stupid things.

"So, what is it this time?" she groaned, her tone joking. Marco the Phoenix just laughed a bit under his breath.

"Nothing, just thought you could use some company, yoi."

"Sure," she drawled, rolling her eyes. The man smirked at her, and she smirked back.

"Are you going to leave with the kid tonight, yoi?"

"...yeah. I'll go to the East Blue. Garp said he'd make sure no one bothered us there, and besides, it's the quietest sea. I doubt anyone there would be able to do much to me and Ace there." Marco just nodded in response, and they stayed in comfortable silence.

"I'll miss you," she whispered, not meeting his gaze. He chuckled at her, and then raised his large hands, ruffling her long, black hair to her annoyance.

"You say that like we're never going to see each other. You've got a Den Den; you can always just call, yoi."

"Yeah," she said, nodding, but her face was back in its serene solemness. The phoenix sighed, pushing himself off of the railing and retiring back to his quarters. It didn't go unnoticed by the man that a tear was sliding down the woman's cheek.

He didn't say anything about it.