The sounds of a serious storm plagued the ship and its residents. The ocean's waves crashed violently, sending tremors through out the already badly damaged vessel. Panicked screams echoed on the upper deck with the dozens of tapping feet rushing about, trying to make sure everything is secured. In the lower decks, it was dark and only person still remained while the rest prepared above. A teen stood 5'5" in height with fair white skin and sported a halfway button up, baggy, white, with the sleeves folded to the elbows, a pale yellow under shirt, with black baggy pants held up to their hips with a dark brown belt, a pale gold color bandanna was tied to their right arm. Topping off the outfit was a black beanie which concealed most of their hair, only revealing their lavender bangs that just rest above their mint green colored eyes.
The teen was reaching into a chest in the middle of a small make shift room bedroom with a desk. Inside the chest were two stacks of letters, a journal, pens, a pile of blank paper, a package of unused envelopes, two worn out photos, one being of a family a fives smiling together, while the other was of two young children holding hands with the older looking one on the left smiling wide and the right child blushing with a nervous grin, and a stack of clothes. The teen pulled out the chest's contents, and placed them into a brown drawn string sack. After taking everything they wanted, they tighten the bag's opening closed then placed their arm the strings carrying it onto their shoulder. Walking over to the desk, there was a long dagger in a black holster and a red belt bag placed on top. The teen grabbed the dagger and strapped it tightly to their right leg, then buckled the belt bag around their hips. With a quick look around, the teen made a satisfied noise and left the room without looking back, as if the made a major decision just then.
Making their way up into the main deck, they witness the mess that the ship became. All its crew was screaming and scattering about. The rain was pouring down and showed no signs of stopping. The lightning kept crashing closer and closer to the ship, until it set fire to the main mast and it's pirate sail. The screams got even louder and brought more chaos to the already disorganized pirates. Taking this as a sign from above, the teen made their way to the captains quarters unnoticed. Opening the door, they stepped inside. After briefly scanning the room to make sure that they were alone, then quickly to the captain's desk and grabbed the small chest that was placed on top. As they were about to leave with the chest, the door slammed open with a furious pirate captain at its entrance.
"What are you doing? Trying to steal my hard earn treasure, are we?" The captain quickly sized up the smaller teen, giving a hard right in their side, causing the teen to gasp in pain and fall to their knees. "That'll teach you to steal from the Rock Hard Pirates. I should've locked you up in that room of yours with both hands and feet shackled. Come on lad we're going back." The large man grabbed the collar of the teen's shirt and started dragging them out of the room.
"No." The teen gasped out.
"Oh and what are you gonna do about it." The man let out a loud laugh. "There is no way you can get pass-" The pirates was interrupted when the teen shot up and grabbed the long dagger, driving it into is stomach. The teen quickly extracted the dagger from the man's abdomen and stared at him as he hunched over and fell to the ground. Then the teen looked at the dagger and saw a large amount of blood stained it. They instantly dropped it and the blade made a clattering metal sound when it hit the floor, then as quickly as they dropped it they picked it up and speedily whipped the blood onto their shirt, then placed it back in it's holster. The teen stepped over the man's body back into the main deck once more holding tightly to the small chest.
They made way through the panicked crowd, trying to avoid any attention as much as they can. Lucky for them that everyone was more worried about themselves. Just the teen thought everything was falling to place a booming voice sounded. The teen quickly turn their head and saw it was the captain they just stabbed. The man was clutching his fresh wound, leaning against the door frame, using it as support. "Everyone! That damned kid got a hold of treasure." Then lifted is unused arm and pointed right at the teen. "There they are! Get 'em!" Then everyone's eyes were solely on teen. The teen quickly whipped out their dagger and began running. The Pirates did the same and made a rush for the teen. Trying to make their way to the closest dinghy. The teen dodged and ducked her way through the horde of pirates. When they were just a few steps away from getting in the small boat, a pirate grabbed onto the arm that was holding the tiny chest. Hastily bringing the dagger around the teen brought the blade down on his arm. The pirate screamed and the teen took the dagger out of man arm, quickly putting it back in its holster once more. The teen jumped into the dinghy and the ropes holding it up snapped, causing it to slam into the water. Gathering their wits, the teen placed their belongings down and quickly started rowing away from the pirate vessel. It was a difficult task to do in a serious storm, but the teen carried on, rowing for dear life. When the teen was some yards away, lightning crashed into the pirate ship. The teen watched as the ship caught fire and just started at the burning wretch with pirates screaming for their lives, until finally the teen looked away clenching their teeth as they continued to row, not looking back again.
Six days. Six days it has been since young teen escaped the pirates. For the first five days the teen rowed without fail, but this sixth day, the teen barely even had the energy to move. They just laid in the boat as they drifted along with the sea's waves. The weather was rather calm and the sun shone brightly in the blue sky. Using what little energy the teen had left, they sat up in the boat and looked at the chest in the corner. Since the teen's departure, they have yet to even take one look inside. From the reaction that was given when the teen stole it, it must have been valuable. The teen could only guess that it was some type of ancient relic or something, since it was just a small chest. Crawling over the teen lifted up the lid of the wooden box and their eyes went wide.
What was inside the box was a weird looking fruit. It was a misty gray circle with five spike placed on it in a similar position to a five pointed star. A small, continuous swirl pattern covered the entire fruit. Decorating the tip of the top spike was a white stem that curled on one side. The teen sigh. "I risked my life for a piece of fruit? "
A growling noise could be heard from the teen's stomach. The teen looked down and placed a hand on their stomach, then looked back at the fruit. It didn't looking all that appealing, then the growl grew louder. With the defeated sigh the teen took the fruit out of the box and eyed it for a good while. "I hope you aren't poisonous." And with that the teen took a bite out of one of the pointed spikes. Immediately after doing so, a vile taste entered the teen's mouth. The taste was so disgusting, words couldn't exactly describe what the taste was. Thanks to the unexpected taste, then teen lost their grip of the fruit and it fell into the ocean. The teen tried to reach to catch it again, but the piece already in their mouth was trying to make its way out. Using both their hands to cover their mouth, teen hunched over and forced it down with a hard swallow. When the teen felt it enter their stomach they relaxed and removed their hands from their mouth. A disgusted quiver made its way through their body as they went to lay back down.
"Well I guess this is it. I didn't think my last meal would be so disgusting. If I have known I would have stayed on that crapfest of a ship. At lease the food was tolerable." The teen then looked over at the brown sack, then reached for it. Bringing the bag over, the teen opened it and took out the photo with the two children then looked at it sadly. "Sorry buddy. I couldn't find you after all. Knowing you, you're probably crying off somewhere." The teen let out a small chuckle. "Well I hope you're safe. Who knows? Maybe you're back at home and I'm the one who's lost. Wherever you are I hope you're safe." The teen place the photo back in the bag and closed it up again. Looking back at the sky the teen just stare at the light blue color, feeling a slight breeze. The teen let out a sigh.
"I wish this breeze could just carry me away to an island with food, or maybe to a ship with some decent people." Then the wind started picking up, and all of a sudden it started blowing the small boat and the teen forward. The teen closed their let out a scream as they bolted further along. The teen could feel themselves slipping and started to panic. "Wait! Stop! I didn't mean it! I swear! I just want a nice calm breeze! Just a nice calm breeze!" Then the wind halted and the boat soon followed, nearly falling over. The teen open their eyes when they confirmed it was safe. With a relieved sigh they laid back down onto the boat. Then a feeling came to them, a feeling that couldn't be explain, but explained what just happen.
"What was that just now?" The teen could only wonder. They assume that it must have been one of the crazy bursts of wind that the Grand Line had sometimes. After all anything could happen here on these waters. Looking around the teen all could see the sea for miles around, and and started to think that there is no way for them to be able find an island anytime soon. Just when they were about give up, the teen saw something enter from the corner of their eye. It was too far away too be sure, but it seemed to be a ship.
Author's Note:
Wow I can't believe I did it! I finished the first chapter to my first fanfiction! If you reading this that means you read my story, and so I'll like to say thanks and hope you enjoyed!
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