Disclaimer: I fail to own anything about One Piece in this story, except for random thoughts and possible scenarios that I imagine which are being told .
Prologue
Robin's POV
It was quiet. As well as it should be, I thought to myself. The sun was shining and the weather was calm, which would have normally set off the loud cheers for food or cannons or the bright eyes of the innocent as a new invention or story was presented, but the world was in a peaceful trance.
That's what an early morning has. Peace.
The only noise that broke the otherwise dead silence was the turning of aged and faded pages of book on astronomy, history, gardening, shipbuilding and any other novel that might contain information that posed a possible need-to-know on the sea life. The soft rustle of the pages brought about a calm tranquility to me that was hard to find with my rowdy companions. They brought back memories of simpler times, when the only trouble I had was to decide what book to read and who to explain its contents to. Of laughing freely at jokes that the young never understand. Of being okay with being left not knowing some things, beliveing that if you needed to know, someone who would come along and tell you when the time was right.
I shook my head. No, I was remembering all the good times, not the other ones that tormented me each day. My crew knew of Ohara, of the terror that the Buster Call envoked, but they didn't know about the rest...
I again turned my thoughts away from such dark memories and focused on the other quiet sound, one that never ceased to amaze me, if only a little. It was the gentle klink of weights touching each other or the floor as the swordsman did his routine morning exercise. Weights. Crunches. Weights. Pushups. Hand-stands. Weights. Swimming. Why he always ended in swimming, I saw little point of. Running would have been more effective, but given the fact we were out of see I could see how that would be hard to accomplish. Going with the hygenic route, he could have just as easily taken a shower to clean himself of the sweat he accumulated rather than soaking in water that would cause him to smell like the Seakings below.
Regardless, I knew he did his routine because of a personal matter of some kind. Waht exactly, I failed to know, but it was not my place to pry too deep. Afterall, despite how close we all were as nakama, we did each hold to ourselves secrets that we would take to teh grave. Some things that just couldn't be properly explained or voiced aloud. Like what happened after Ohara...
To my imense pleasure though, no time was to be given to dwell on these thoughts as my companions began to rise. I closed my book slowly, to capture the last remains of the peaceful morning before my captain would disturb it.
AN: Hope I kind of sounded like Robin at least a little. Let me know what you thought. it's my first chapter in my first story, so give me good advice.