"Oh, Luka, you stupid, stupid girl," Ann murmured, fright squeezing her lungs.
Ann watched her sister fight like a firework- every which way, limbs flailing and voice yelling above everything.
"ANN! I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU!"
Ann's heart skipped a beat nervously. Her family in spirit, some sworn and some just generally accepted, were fighting a war and dying for her sake.
Whitelocks smiled, her gold eyes narrowing. She looked at the daughter of the Pirate King, who stood upon the shoulders of giants.
Luka charged forward, knocking her grandmother out of the way, screaming "ANN! ANN, I'M COMING!"
Ann felt tears springing to her eyes.
Then, moments flicked by and Ann lay dying. It seemed to only be a heartbeat, composed of split-second decisions that would change everything. Ann quietly poured her heart out to her sister, and died quietly. And she said words that would strike quietly, but powerfully, into the hearts of the Whitelock Pirates, or Luka, or Gara:
"Thank you... for loving me."
