Eyes like a hawk stared closely at me. Everything about this colossal, titanic man screamed lethal, from the shiny scars on his chest to the massive muscles. But his coat was beautifully tailored, made with shiny silk, embroidered carefully into almost into fitting puzzle-like pieces. The white cotton was of the finest quality. But then my eyes were locked into his, narrow compared to his face but humongous in my viewpoint. I felt like a mouse, looking into a hawk's eye just before it was killed.
"So you're the squirt that we had to save." He almost growled.
"Y-yes." I stammered.
"What you're name?"
"Vignette. Vignette Tsana." I quickly said.
"Like the commodore we fought on that island." Whitebeard said, his eyes narrowing onto mine. My knees started trembling.
"He's my father." I whispered.
"We are not turning back. Do you wish to return?" He asked, his eyes losing some of its scary quality. But it was like seeing a lethal animal just when it's born. It looks innocent and harmless, but it would kill you in a matter of seconds.
I shook my head.
"Gurararara! An interesting one!" He laughed, his massive body shaking. It scared me all the more. "Become my daughter if you like! It's up to you." He then offered.
"T-thank you."
And then I tried to get away from his piercing gaze, which was burning holes into my little self-confidence. But his friend then came up to me with a smile, and I couldn't just run away without seeming rude.
"Vignette. I like the sound of that." He said, testing the sound of my name in his mouth, rolling the strange, nasal sounds with his tongue. "I'm Marco. The first Division Commander. And this dumbass here is Ace, he's the Second Division Commander."
It was him, with the wild horse hair. But he was sleeping, and it made his face look all the more cherubic, his expression relaxed into sweet innocence. Ace.
"Wake-up!" Marco laughed, hitting him hard on the back.
"Huh?" He said groggily. Those sweet chocolate eyes focused on me. "I'm Ace." He said, putting a handsome smile on his face. Immediately his face went from innocent to a dark handsome, mysterious and experienced. He put out a large, strong hand. As I shook it, his calloused fingers swallowed up my nimble ones. He then held his rough hand up into sky, comparing the size.
Everybody laughed at the obvious difference, while I blushed and diverted my gaze. I could hear my heart pounding fast from the contact. A sweet smell wafted into my nose. It was his smell, mixture of sweat and a tangy lemon, completely different from mine. Mine was sweet, like the fragrant air around flowers, while his was masculine and exaggerated. A world of opposites.