Hey Guys! Once again I have to tell you guys that there is a trigger warning here. Sorry for so much! There is some abuse at the very beginning but there shouldnt be any other triggers anywhere else. Stay Safe Guys!-Marmar


The leader struck her leg and she heard a loud crack as her leg twisted another way. Pain echoed through her body and it burned her from the inside out. Another blow was administered to her ribs and she no longer wanted to live another second in this life.

She started to sob as she wished she was with her grandfather or maybe even in Fuisha Village living with some adoptive family. She wanted to be as far away from this place as possible and the only reason she really stayed here for as long as she did was in hope that her grandad would come looking for her.

As the male was about to strike another blow, his arm was stopped by a large yellow one from a male who had appeared in the shadows. The crying female could not see his face but whoever he was, she was thankful for him.

"What do you think you are doing to this poor little girl?" the deep voice bellowed.

"She's getting what she deserves,sir," the leader replied.

"All this because she steals to survive?" the deep voice asked. Through tears she managed to see that there was a contained rage hidden behind the relative calm demeanor of the mystery man.

"Yes. She ruins our parent's lives. She steals their way of feeding the family just so she can survive. Our parents always come home exhausted and pissed at this shit head for stealing their food," another explained.

"First of all, language! Second, have you ever stopped to think that they just do that for show? Some of your parents know what it feels like to be in her place. They were there. They know the pain," The mysterious man told the group,"Your parents will be hearing about this. So run along and pray to god that whatever punishment you will get is better than what I would have done to you if I was your parent."

When the words registered in their minds, the boys ran for their houses, leaving the orphan and the mysterious man alone. In the small light that shone from above, sh saw that the man was part fish. He kneeled next to the dark haired girl and assessed the damage. The broken female saw the disgusted and yet deeply saddened look in his eyes. The man would later tell her that the disgust was not because of her but because of what they had done to her.

The adult held out his large hand as if to say "May I?" The female's body hurt every where that she could only nod slightly and even that had caused pain to course through her body. He gently lifted her up and cradled her gently. He explained to the female that he will be taking her back to his house and that he would nurture her back to health.

The girl was so overcome with emotions and pain that she could no longer hold on to consciousness. She shut her eyes and the next time she opened them she was being gently bandaged up by a white bandana wearing male. The male noticed that she was awake and smiles widely in greeting as he finishes up with her arm. The purple haired male helped her sit up in the futon and he propped up the pillow behind her to insure that she would be as comfortable as possible.

He handed her a cup of water and the male sat beside her in watch as she drank. The girl handed him back the cup and smiled in thanks. "My name is Iceburg. What's yours?" He started as he felt the need to get to introductions.

The girl merely shrugged. She vaguely remembered being called by something whenever she saw her grandfather but she just could not recall what it was.

"Come on, everyone has to have a name, right?" the boy asked her in slight disbelief.

The girl shook her head. She looked at her possible friend and only sighed as she pointed to herself.

"Do you want a name?" he questioned earnestly.

The girl happily nodded. She wanted a name and who did not? One cannot be called by their gender only their whole life.

"Alright! Hmmmm, let me think of something fitting of you," the boy replied as he tapped his chin in thought. The female felt a sudden urge to lay her head on his shoulder. As she did so, the male only looked at her in slight shock, but he seemed to recover relatively quickly and continued to think of a suiting name.

"How about Anne?" He asked. Though as soon as he said it, he realized that that was not really the most suiting name for her. It was too simple.

His suspicions were correct when the girl shook her head sadly. The name itself rang a bell in the young female's mind but she just could not place it to a person. Maybe it was her real name maybe it was her mother's or one of the many girlfriends of some of the marines. She was not sure.

"Alright," he commented, " How about Annabelle?"

The name was nice but she did not really think it suited her. The broken female shook her head forlornly in response.

"Hmmm, I am not that good with thinking of suiting names," the purple lipped male pondered,"My own name is basically a big block of ice floating in the ocean."

The male took his time to think of other names that were unique because it seemed that the little girl on his shoulder did not like regular names. Suddenly he had a great idea for a name. He was so proud of it that he almost jumped up with joy. He just hoped she will like it.

"How about Rose?" He mused with his fingers crossed behind his back.

The girl smiled in response. She really does have a nice smile. I wish she would do that more, Iceburg thought to himself. He was pleased that she liked the name.

"Alright Rose. If you're curious about anything just ask," he told her kindly as he watched her crawl over to the drawers near them

He watched as Rose used the walls to ease herself up and get a picture off from the top of the shelf. Once she was done she limped back to the futon, her broken foot dragging behind her. Even though Tom had instructed him to make sure she did not move around with all her injuries, Iceburg could not help but watch on and admire her persistence.

She eased herself back down and carefully scooted closer to him as she lay the picture frame into his lap. The shipwright merely let out a small laugh in realization of the photograph. It was a really old picture that Tom liked to usually keep in his desk drawer. On the photograph there was a younger Tom and the late pirate king standing together smiling as the Oro Jackson stood anchored to the shore.

Iceburg could not help but notice that the newly named female looked quite similar to the late pirate king. This fact caught him off guard and for a second he actually believed that she could be his daughter. Even though that was impossible, for a second, the shipwright started to believe otherwise. The female pointed to the fishman in the photograph.

"That's Tom-san. He's the one who saved you a few days ago," he explained.

The news that Rose had been out for a few days seemed to surprise the little one. The man only smiled to assure her that it was normal for someone to pass out for that long after something like she had experienced. Suddenly, the dark haired female's stomach grumbled in hunger. The older noticed and excused himself to go get her something to eat.

Rose was left alone again and she took that time to take in what she had been through. She was saved by someone who did not know her and he was really kind. Then there was the other male to think about. By the bags under his eyes, it had seemed that he had been taking care of her every waking minute of his day. She was thankful for him also, and she wished she could stay here forever but she knew that once she was able to get back properly on her feet, she would have to be on her way again. There was no way someone like Iceburg or Tom would ever let her stay.

The thought saddened her but she did not have much time to wallow in her sorrow because the purple lipped shipwright came back soon enough with a bowl full of warm soup. He helped her eat it and Rose felt that she had never had a better meal. Out of habit, She stopped herself after 3 spoonfuls. She felt the need to ration it out even though she knew that there would be more for her if she wanted it. No matter how many times Iceburg had assured her, she still could not bring herself to eat any more.

The man placed the bowl down on the table so that he had easy access to it whenever she wanted some more. The female returned to the photograph she had placed into her lap for the time being. She curiously pointed to the second male in the photograph.

"That would be the late pirate king Gol D. Roger," he started,"Tom had built his ship for him."

Rose took interest in the unique but yet familiar name. She tested the name out on her tongue."G-ol Dee Rodger," she started, her voice hoarse from a years worth of inactivity.

The male smiled in response. The way she said it just lit something up in him. He felt like he was there for something special. He felt the need to always be there for her. He, like Tom, saw goodness in her even if she did not show much at first. She had to grow up too soon and that pained him.

"Yes, Gol D. Roger. He is a great person actually. I havent met him personally but Ive heard the stories Tom told me about him and they are pretty amazing," he commented. He noticed that the female had started eyeing the bowl on the table. Rose seemed to shy away from it eventually convincing herself that she will eat that at the end of the day.

She eventually fell asleep on his shoulder. When Iceburg had made sure she was sound asleep he carefully placed her back down and took care of the sleeping girl.

It went on like this for many months afterward. Iceburg took care of her and told her various stories about the company. Occasionally Iceburg was joined by a green haired female named Kokoro. Tom made sure to check in on her occasionally and when Rose started to get better, she had set a date with them when she was leaving.

When the fated day had arrived, she looked forlornly at the people who had treated her so well and with a sad smile she turned to leave. "Wait, Rose," the fishman called out to her,"I've got a proposition for you."

The word "proposition" made Rose stop in her tracks. Curious at what the man had to offer, she turned around to face the group.

"How would you like to become my apprentice? You could live here and help me build and design ships. I've seen how much you like it here. So what do you say?" Tom asked the small female.

"Sir, I would love to. That is of course if no one else minds," she replied whistfully. Her heart fluttering because for the first time, she thought that maybe she had found a family. Rose looked around and saw that everyone else was smiling and nodding in agreement. She could not help but tear up for a little.

"Welcome to Tom's Workers," The yellow fishman greeted the new member.

"From then on, I helped create many of the ships you see now. I finally had found people that loved me like their own child or sibling," The dark haired young adult finished as she looked out at the starry sky.

She only heard soft breaths coming from Ninjin as he was fast asleep on her lap. Rose smiled as she picked him up and carried him down the other side of the hill, opposite of where she had come from. Gently setting him down onto the deck, she noticed the grandpa from earlier come out to peak at the visitors. He smiled when he was Ninjin fast asleep with the female watching over him. Bidding the two farewell, Rose made haste to her usual place of residency whenever she stayed at Water 7.