Someone saved her.
She wasn't exactly sure who it was.
...And she's also now in a boat. Understandable, since she fell into the fucking ocean.
She's felt someone stare at her. She stared back, idly taking note of the person's features, specifically, the scar on his eye and the blood red hair.
He grinned, ruffling her hair (why? what was the point of that?) as he stood up from his spot beside her. "It's nice to see that you're awake now."
She's still staring at him blankly. His smile became strained.
"...Can you hear me?" he asked, scratching his head in confusion as he wondered why she hadn't responded back.
She blinked, his loud voice snapping out of her stupor. "Yea?" she answered, unsure of how to socialize with another human being as she never had the chance to do that in her first life. The closest thing that she had as 'human interaction' was probably getting interrogated by the police.
Wait, now that she thought about it... that's kinda sad.
His vigour came back at her answer, as he nodded in approval. "Let me get you some food now, since you're probably hungry after falling unconscious for almost three days," he said, smiling, before leaving the room to do the task.
As he finally closed the door with a quiet click, she immediately stood up from the bed she was lying on and tried to analyze her surroundings, all the while taking and putting all things that she considered useful in her pockets (a bandage, a scarf and a scalpel). Just as the door opened she quickly went back to the bed, trying her best to look like she hadn't done anything guilty as she covered herself with a blanket to cover up the obvious lumps in her tattered pants.
The red haired man sat down on the chair next to her bed, setting down a plateful of meat and vegetables on the bedside table. The food in question looks very appetizing in her opinion, considering that the only meals (if she could even call it that) she got from her past life were scraps from dumpsters and stolen half-eaten grub from fast food restaurants.
So when it wasn't really surprising when she practically inhaled the food in only a matter of seconds as soon as she took the plate. Red hair meanwhile, is looking quite amused at the spectacle that she presented.
"...Thanks," she quietly said, setting the now empty plate at the nightstand next to her. "For, the food, I mean," she added awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Talking was never her thing. She preferred actions (preferably through violence) than words, thank you very much.
Red hair gave her a smile. "No problem!" he said, before straightening up and looking at her curiously with the slightest hint of suspicion. "Now, if you don't mind, I have some questions to ask about you," he said, as she blinked while processing his words.
"Why?" she asked cautiously, yet genuinely confused. What was the point of him asking her questions? What could he possibly gain from it? Does he truly think that he could have leverage over her answers, when she could easily lie through his interrogations?
But much to her surprise, red hair just smiled at her without any hostility (or at least, none that she could detect) whatsoever. "Ah I'm just curious, if you're not comfortable with it then I won't force you," he said, sincerity tinting his voice.
She frowned. To say that it was the least she'd expected was an understatement. In fact, she was ready to stab the man (preferably in the chest, neck or eye) with the scalpel she was grasping under the blankets. She lessened her grip from the sharp object; well, if he was truly genuine then she wouldn't stab him, but if he tries to be hostile...
Well, there's always the scalpel to stab with.
These pirates, as they like to call themselves, are a peculiar bunch of fellows. She couldn't fathom how someone would waste away their life living in a boat, when in reality, it is much more practical for people to settle into mainland in order to live their own life in the most efficient way.
Most importantly, she hated how they have such vigour despite the prominent danger the title 'pirates' seem to carry. She loathed how they're always 'partying' all the time as if they don't even care. It's almost like they feel they have freedom to do whatever they may choose to do.
Freedom is fucking overrated anyway, with how everyone kept abusing it. Like, look what happened to her city. Seriously, do people even know there's a thing called 'responsibility' that goes along with freedom? No wonder the government's fucked up, with its citizens being fucking brain dead!
Nonetheless, despite her much more logical outlook towards life, she mentioned nothing out loud, keeping her opinions to herself as to not offend her saviours.
"Hey kiddo! What are you sulking o'er there for?!" the red-haired captain, who introduced himself as Shanks, hollered in a drunken manner as he beckoned her to his direction. "C'mere and party with us!" he added, before tripping as his crew laughed at his admittedly pathetic state.
She merely sighed quietly, before trudging through the deck, abiding by the captain's orders while subtly checking for any escape routes (so far she can only jump from the railings, but then again there's those 'Sea Kings' that they claim to be dangerous) in case his beckon had turned out to be a calculated trap. One can never be too cautious.
As she finally formulated an emergency plan to escape from her possible killers, she had finally got to their spot below the mast, before sitting down on one of the barrels (presumably full of booze) as she listened to the crews' drunken tales as their voices overlapped each other.
"Hey, what's with the frown, kiddo?"
She flinched, barely managing to restrain herself from stabbing Shanks as he had somehow slung an arm around her without her noticing whatsoever. How the fuck-? He was drunk! How did she not notice?!
She narrowed her eyes. These people are dangerous. She needs to be cautious all the time.
God, she just couldn't fucking help it, can she? It's like she escaped a death sentence only to land in another one that's much more dangerous, not to mention insanity inducing.
Fuck this, honestly.
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AN: oof, thanks for all the faves and follows and reviews yall. i really appreciate it. anyway, my update schedule's prolly inconsistent just like my other stories so uhh yea.