A/N: This is the start of a story I started, clearing up my folder. So I do not forget around it, or choose to continue later. I'll places it here.
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Having said the above I noticed which folder this was in; this was the start of the fifth chapter of 'What's That Got To Do With The Price Of Gold?'. I can not seem to find my notes on this... oops ...lost the plot...well I know I was discontinuing it anyway but I was thinking about picking it up on a much later date after someone wrote to me...looks like I mind's been made up for me.
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Spealers Village is a large city, that spread over an entire island, in the New World; it was known for its many books; books that were bought from all over the world. Every other shop was another book shop.
Books were of no interest of pirates, but this huge city had another attraction. One that would send any pirate its way; a hidden treasure. Fifty years ago, when Spealers Village was just that -a small village-, deep underground its foundations was found, a gold mine.
There was so much gold, that the people there started building outwards and outwards, then upwards and upwards, until the earth was empty of gold and land was covered with buildings, home and businesses. The city could no longer grow its own food, and so bought its food stock from neighbouring islands.
The gold ran out from the people's pockets, and years down the line, they needed another means of supporting their still growing population.
That was when the books came; a large ship carrying rare books were washed up on their shores. And by law, the shipwreck's cargo went to those who claimed it first. The people who wanted the books came and bought; these ones also came bringing books along.
"Robin must be in her element," A orange haired young woman said as she leaned forwards, placing her hands on her knees, glancing at the titles of the many books that were in front of her. "I've never seen so many." She cared little for the fact, that her breast were on full display through her top as she continued to lean over.
A group of men that were standing a little down the aisles, also leaned forwards, dirty grins appeared.
Nami straighten up, and continued slowly walking down the long aisles. Followed behind her, was a young man wearing a straw-hat upon his black hair, he wore a yellow vest with black cut off trousers.