(Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, I don't own One Piece, so you can't sue)
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She raced through the heart of the island, ignoring the branches tearing at her skin and hair, the rocks cutting up her feet. She pushed the pain to the back of her mind and forced herself to run faster. She couldn't hear her pursuers, but that didn't mean they weren't there, panting at her heels.
She could envision them in the dark, right behind her, and it spurred her on.
She burst from the trees, panting, sweat soaked and bloody. Skidding to a halt, she looked across the river, waist deep now for the summer, to the port, where salvation waited.
She forged ahead, ignoring the feeling of weakness that seeped into her very bones as she splashed through the water. Adrenaline did wonders for the system, shutting down parts of the brain that usually made people pause and turn back.
Hauling herself up onto the opposite shore she ran the last few feet to the dock, leaving bloody footprints across the worn, sun bleached wood as she searched. There, at the end, a fishing boat bobbed in the water. It was small enough that she could man it herself, but large enough to offer some relief from the sea. And, as it was fishing season on this island, it was well stocked for the long days spent out on the water.
Tossing the mooring, she leapt across the gap and onto the deck, fingers fumbling as she undid the ropes holding the sales. With a gentle tug, the boat pulled away from the dock, picking up speed as it reached deeper water.
She didn't look back as she steered, but she could imagine glowing eyes watching her from the shore.
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Sorry the intro is so short, but I felt that adding anything else would take away from the seriousness of this situation.
For those that don't know, this is part of a trilogy. Angel's Tears, Dragon Feathers, and Scales: Bullets and Victory can be read separately or together. They're all parallels of the same story line, just following different characters.