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Goodbye!


The day of her departure came faster than she anticipated.

The 17-year old woman learned a lot in the time she was on the small island Hallibell. Apart from fighting and plain surviving in this world, she learned – through the paper, delivered from a goddamn seagull - from marines and pirates and finally got that she wasn't even in her own world. She wasn't a fan of One Piece, but admittedly she was a little slow in realising that a fruit gave someone some fucked up powers, pirates roamed the sea and all those really big clues she should have understood pretty fast.

Well she didn't. Mari was a little dense sometimes.

Back to the matter at hand: She was almost off. Sailing on her own on the huge, huge sea, having adventures, fighting for her life and – and she was so goddamn done with this shit and she'd love to just stay at home and go fishing for a living.

But, alas, she was pressured into leaving because she had to be some great person that did some great things. Yeah, well, she figured sailing around for a few years and coming back like 'nothing to do out there' would probably be enough. She just wanted to laze around and have her own happy little calm life.

Mari liked it calm. Calm was happy. Calm was safe. Calm wasn't a fucking sea-king wanting to eat her alive.

She'd do it somehow, wait around on an island, be a lazy butt and come back looking apologetic.

I won't be drawn into some strange fucked up situation!

She tightened the fasteners of her pack, drew her shoulder-length hair into a tight pony-tail and squared her shoulders.

Here goes nothing.

And she was off with the hope of normalcy and boredom.


Next on: The first crewmate to an unwilling captain!