(Author's Note: This story will jump around in flashbacks, so if you get confused, odds are I'll clear it up in a flashback of some sort. If not, PM or leave a review stating your reason for confusion and I'll try to make sense of it.)
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"Dad...that happened years ago!" Soliel huffed as the ship sailed into the night. Twice a year, the Whitebeard pirates took a trip to Sky Harbor, the mecca of all things buy-able, mainly to restock, and mainly because Soliel made it her life's mission to own every single pair of goggles on the planet.. "And I was only mad at you for a few days."
Whitebeard chuckled at the girl. "I know, pup. I just felt like reminiscing on old times." he chuckled and watched as Thatch, Haruta and Blenheim argued over which direction to go. Blenheim said that West was faster than North-West, and Haruta smacked Thatch in the neck as he took the map from her and rolled it up.
Soliel pulled her curls into a twisted side-ponytail and then placed the bronze steampunk-esque goggles over her forehead. She stomped over towards the trio, snatched the map away and pointed West. "That way." she gave them a stern look. "West."
Haruta blinked while Curiel laughed out loud. "Who made you captain, bright eyes?"
Soliel smirked, flashing a dimple. "Y'all won't stop arguing, so who else is gonna put you in your place?" The 15-year-old looked West, where the setting sun was a dim glow on the horizon, and flashing lights from Sky Harbor could be seen, sparkling like diamonds. It was late, maybe 10PM, and that's when the real fun started on Sky Harbor. The harcore shoppers came out, and the last time the crew was on the island, a riot had broken out and people were killed, arrested, and mayhem had taken over.
Soliel kept her gaze on the lights, eager to get on dry land. She was tired of fighting and pirating; she wanted a break. And food. "Damn, I would literally gut someone for a massive steak." she groaned.
The lights grew brighter and Soliel was practically vibrating with excitement. She actually hated shopping, but found the haggling ordeal amusing. all she cared about was getting some food into her stomach. Soliel was the type of girl who could inhale a few thousand calories and not gain an ounce. The fatness was all in her head, Vista said. Her ego made her fat.
"Come on, faster!"
Whitebeard stared at his daughter, who was now bouncing lightly on her feet. "Why so anxious?"
Soliel sighed. "Hungry, not anxious."
The lights were close, and both Haruta and Izo were giddy with eagerness. Izo was probably the most high maintenance man on earth, and Haruta merely liked watching him shop. After a few minutes, the ship docked, and Soliel bolted, vaulting over the ship's stern and slamming into the sandy shore of Sky Harbor. "Later, Pops!"
Whitebeard yelled out to the girl, "Don't get lost!" he chuckled loudly and walked off into the massive horde of psychotic shoppers.
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Soliel dipped and weaved through the crowd, dodging the shoves of others as they made their way to one place or another. Most of the shoppers were middles aged, but there were a few others who were younger; older than she, but younger than most of the populations currently ravaging the stores. The air was thick with the scents of food; sweet, spicy, savory, and Soliel's stomach let out a roar as her mind set to getting something edible. She caught a glimpse of a large yellow bell pepper on a stick, a sign for spicy food, her favorite. She charged at the food stand but after a few steps, she slammed into someone and fell on her rump.
Soliel up at the person who'd knocked her over, "Sorry," she bit out, righting her goggles and dusting herself off. She looked at the other person, and both of them got knocked to the side. "Hey!" she yelled at the passerby, "Walking requires pulling your head out of your ass!"
"Friendly, aren't you?"
Soliel glanced to the side and blinked as a bright light from a nearby shop blinded her for a moment. "Yeah, I am friendly. I'm amazingly friendly."
"Sarcasm?"
Soliel re-adjusted her ponytail. "Yup."
"Sorry for knocking into you, but it was either that or hit an elderly lady."
Soliel turned her head as she saw her father walking towards her. "Oh yeah? Chivalry still exists I guess." she waved at Whitebeard. "Who are you?"
Whitebeard was given a wide berth as he walked over to Soliel, and he watched she she shook hands with a familiar looking blond man. People stepped out of his way and he pat his daughter's head.
"Soliel, Cuirel is looking for you. There's an antique stall by the fountain, and there are some old goggles there."
Soliel perked up, and forgetting the hunger pains she felt, tore off in the opposite direction. "Thanks, Pops." she grinned. "Bye, Marco!"
Marco gave a half-hearted wave and then looked up to the stern-expression of Whitebeard.
"So...you're still here, eh, boy?"