I actually realized a few days ago that writing a story in the first person isn't actually as fun as the third person, so forgive me.
I am - literally - going to rewrite this entire story in the third person. (Like, what? Who even am I?)
Maybe I'm crazy; maybe I just needed a period of creative genius, but either way, here we go.
{Disclaimer: All rights of One Piece go to Oda for creating such a wonderful story of pirates.}
Prologue: Just Some Rambling Thoughts
How does one decide whether they are an integral part of the world's destiny or simply a person existing for the sole purpose of just "being" there?
Life is a chaotic whirlwind of ups and downs, good and evil, remedy and rhyme. Perhaps that is why existing cannot be defined no matter how "simple" a lifestyle is, or how basic an individual decides to spend their time. What makes a person a person? What makes an occupation the "right" one? Are you living the life you were meant to live? Can you change your own destiny?
Can destiny be changed? Or are you forever static in your Fate, no matter how much you will it to change?
What makes a Pirate? What defines a Marine? Is one more selfish than the other? Are neither compassionate? Or is it on the individual to create their own existence in these subcategories?
These questions alone have guided and shaped the age the world has currently been involved in, and just as the basis of the world changes with the times, so do the ethics and the standards of the people.
And there, in this broad spectrum of the unknown and the mysterious and the threatening and the happy comes a girl, a young, mildly naive, yet entirely unnerving child known as Rosalie.
Rosalie Cass. This story is hers. However, it parallels many of the others that have been read or viewed in the world. Well, except for the fact, you'll live this story with her.
A/N: Just a short little prelude. Hope you enjoyed.
Introductions are still my favorite things to write and I'm not sure why that is. I have yet to write a conclusion to a story yet, however. That'll be a wild experience. (And yes, one day, I will finish this story, I swear.)