Hello and welcome on Ocean's vibing and other fun things pirates do.

Tis my newest creation and while it's supposed to be funny, some chapters aren't AT ALL.

LIKE THIS ONE. I'm really not kidding. This chapter contains violence, death, and creepiness. This chapter is all about that. There is no funny moment. Also, strong language. You've been warned.

Now, that this is done, I'm going to do the disclaimer.

One piece doesn't belong to me, unfortunately. The only things I own are my OC.

So, shall we?

Chapter 1: I fucked up.

Day 186:

Dear Diary,

First thing first, sorry I forgot you at the last island but you know how it is, run away or get locked away.

Anyway, I fucked up.

Not 'I fucked up' like last time, it was a misunderstanding. That old lady was just a Karen - Right, you don't know what a Karen is. It's a feral woman who believes the world should revolve around their needs. An entitled and angry woman (and a white supremacist). It was how we called them back in my world. As I was saying, that lady was a Karen, calling the marines on a fourteen years old girl because she took the last cabbage - No, it wasn't yours, Karen, it touched my hand before it touched yours. I was faster - and it wasn't like she had none. She had like 50! 'Sharing is caring' just proved how dry and arid your heart is-

-Alright, let's stop thinking about it, I'm getting worked up and it's making me hungry… Wait, I mean dizzy. I'm dizzy because I'm hungry and I'm hungry because... I fucked up.

How did I fuck up, you ask? It's simply because I'm a fucking moron. My guts betrayed me.

That guy was really nice, we talked, and he paid for my meal at the bar - as I said, he was nice and not suspicious at all and I was short on money. And he offered me a drink. And I found myself on this boat, chained below a deck, in a boat sailing toward Saboady - better known as Slave city on my lovely island, Youko. How the fuck did they realize I was from here, I have no idea.

The result remained the same, I'm going to be sold as a slave.

...

Perhaps I should've died with them? It would have made everything easier and-

"Kid, wake up. I got a plan." The rough voice cut short to her musings.

Right… I cannot wallow in self-pity. I made a promise after all-

Survive, Anabelle, survive. Her mother's voice whispered in her ears, a soft and sorrowful plea. She was smiling at her that day, the biggest smile she ever saw on her but her eyes were filled with unshed tears. It was… a goodbye.

I will, Mom.

I will survive.

And I swear I will properly write you down once I put my hands on papers - preferably, hands free of handcuffs.

See you later! (Hopefully.)

She blinked the drowsiness away.

Dust motes floated and swirled in the light that squeezed between and cascaded out of the splintered boards of the Bella Rosa. Hidden from the shy kisses of the light, leaning against the corner of their shared cell was her companion of misfortune, Kamui the fisherman.

He was beautiful in a strange way. His long and white hair shone in the light, changing color with each movement. Iridescent hair. Creamy white eyes and specks of white on his cheeks, as if they were freckles, on a blue and sturdy skin. He had a surprisingly slender and fit body, which created dissonance with his deep and rough voice. A voice expected from large and burly men, or gangsters. Sharp teeth that would tear her body apart, palmed hands and feet.

A weary expression, tired to the soul.

"What is it?" She asked. Her mouth was uncomfortably dry. Trying to moisten chapped lips proved to bring more pain than relief to her burning lips.

"I have a plan-" he moved a bit his shackles. She winced at the rattling sound, a noise that will haunt her nightmares forever, as he started scratching his wrists, "- to get us out of here."

Anabelle leaned forward, mouth hanging open and eyes wide. He couldn't- not after so long. They were on the ship for a week at least, slowly dying amongst the cries, the moans, and the filth.

He had a mean smile, a bit too sharp, a bit too determined, and eyes that lacked warmth.

Eyes of a dead man breathing.

She squared her jaws, gritting her teeth as fury brought life back in her eyes. "Stop joking around."

He has done that multiple times already, giving her false hope, told her it was to toughen her up, a doll like her would never make it out otherwise. That she was too weak.

It was times like that that reminded her why she disliked him so much. He lost all will to live and as such, was trying to take people down with him.

.O.

"Why is he so mean?" Anabelle, seven years old, cried in her father's arms. She knew already why but it didn't stop her heart from aching, the sadness that followed her everywhere weighed on her shoulders.

Her father sighed. It was a weary sigh as if he couldn't believe he had to tell his little girl the truth already. He pulled her closer."There are two kinds of people in this world, Ana - you will meet both kinds, so remember -: Those who suffered and refused to let anyone else suffer as they did and those who think, "I suffered; why shouldn't they?"."

.O.

Don't fall into the last category, Ana.

In her head, his voice was warm and dripping with affection. It warmed her cold heart.

"No, I'm not kidding this time." He pacified her, motioning to her with his cuffed hands. "Believe me."

Anabelle frowned at the sight of his bloody hands. He ripped his scabs again, scratching his wrists like that.

Desperate time calls for desperate trust, I guess. She pursed her lips, slowly moving from the corner of her cell. Her handcuffs made a rattling noise. Acry echoed from somewhere inside the room.

"Let me out, I will do anything-" Someone sobbed, a cry for help, "-I will be anyone. Just let me out."

A chill went down her spine. They awakened.

Kamui and she weren't the only people on board and sometimes, Anabelle thought it would have been easier without them. The stench of despair and madness clung to them.

Despair was quite the disease, spreading around and infecting everyone. It attacked the spirit, sinking its fangs into the mind and injecting the darkest liquid in existence to send it to its death in a maelstrom of maddening thoughts.

They were the first ones to fall prey to fear, to let it drag their souls toward a spiraling mess who feasted on others' hopes and festered.

Anabelle couldn't fault them for that, though. Or, at least, not like the beautiful fisherman did. She had felt the despair, the fear, and the helplessness the first few days after her capture. Until she had been metaphorically slapped in the face by her companion of misfortune. Then, she became numb to it. Or maybe, she bottled and compressed them so well they became the fuel she needed to keep going.

"Row, row, row your boat, -" The voice was shrill and broken. Soft and sounded feminine and despite knowing the owner, - an unfortunate wave made her crashed against the bars, the only light in the room shone brightly in one corner of the room, revealing a man's face, made only of skin and bones, with beady, empty eyes, staring straight at her as he sang - Anabelle would still believe he was a little girl.

That song, that wretched nursery. The auburn girl closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. She would hear it in her nightmares, she was sure of it.

"Come closer, kid," Kamui grunted, shaking his hair out of his face. He sent her the look, the one that told her she wouldn't like what he was going to say.

Something fell on her, foreboding and heavy as if she was shouldering the burden of a century of mistakes. Her coated tongue tasted something sour in the back of her mouth. Her guts knotted. "I swear if you're kidding I will-"

She was at her rope's end, if he played her once more, she didn't know what she would do. Something drastic, most likely.

"- Gently down the stream."

The thunder roared overhead.

His lips twitched a fraction with something like dark humor on his face. " I'm not. This time, I'm not. You heard it, right?"

"The thunder?" She asked dumbly. Of fucking course, she heard the thunder, she wasn't deaf just yet.

He sighed through his nose, a long-suffering sigh through a long snout-like nose. Perhaps he was some kind of shark? A moon shark, it would explain his colo-

"No, its call."

Her stomach fell somewhere between her feet. It felt like being punched by a cold draught, all air left her lungs, leaving her breathless and shivering. She was frozen on spot.

How…?

She remained silent, but her dread must have been written all across her face.

"As I thought, you really are an interesting little girl." He chuckled softly, half-lidded eyes never leaving her face, "A storm is brewing."

The little taken aback move must have fully betrayed her if he had any doubt to begin with, but she couldn't stop herself. The itchy feeling came back to her fingers, now that he reminded her of it. She clenched her hands to stop herself from reaching out to the filthy ground marred with piss, food, and water, and to the wall behind her - the closest to the sea - to feel the powerful thrumming of the water against the wood.

The buzzing in her chest grew stronger, spreading across her limbs and deep in her marrow the fury of its owner.

He smiled at her sadly, revealing pointy and dangerous teeth, "You felt their fury, right? It echoed deep in your bones too, right?"

"I'm human," Anabelle said, half-choking.

The wind began howling.

"No, you're a Youkan." He answered as if it explained everything. His voice adopted a strange tone, a bit breathless, a bit surprised. Something that made her skin crawl, like thousands of spiders were running under her skin.

She wasn't surprised that he still remembered them- well, perhaps a bit, as it's been ten years since the deal was broken - but most fishermen spoke with contempt about them, not wonder.

Something wasn't right.

Her neck felt hot and she moved around, feeling a bit oppressed and very uncomfortable with his stare. "Alright. What do you propose?"

A terrible way to change the flow of the conversation but it would have to do.

"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,-"

He shifted against the corner of his cell, looking like the cat who got the cream. "We need to create a commotion, to bring one of them down and when he opens the cell, you run as fast as you can out of here."

"How? And you? What do you mean, you?"

His white, creamy eyes seemed to glow in the dark. It filled her with dread. It was the first time she saw his eyes so alive.

"It's simple-" his smile, always mean and sharp, turned softer.

"- Life is but a dream."

"- kill me."

The two small words echoed in the eerily silent room. There was no sound, no noise, as if everyone was waiting with bated breath for her reaction.

Their eyes met. His words, repeating in her head like a broken record, sank in. Anabelle's eyes turned wide as saucers.

She choked on her breath.

What?

Her racing heart pounded into her ears, deafening her to the rest of the world for a tiny second. The all too familiar drop in her gut, as if her chest became empty but heavy at the same time, froze her-

A hand reached out to her and in the dim light of the boat's hold, she saw blood and torn-off nails. For one wild moment, she thought the hand would scratch her face but the bars of the cell proved to be a powerful enough barrier against sudden attacks.

It clawed at the air, spasming erratically. "I can't breathe! I'm dyiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnng!"

- she jumped, swallowing a scream of her own as her blood left her face and her heart, her body. "Fuck."

Quick as a sparrow, Kamui's palmed hand caught his elbow and with a sickening twist, broke it. The man only twitched-

No further reaction. No noise. Just-

The lantern in the room churned with the boat, projecting a golden halo on the spot next to her. A bony face appeared in the split second, eyes wide open, red-rimmed, too big, and ready to pop out. Dilated pupils, shaking hard. A crazed glint. Blemished lips, too thin and too pale. A cut on his lips dribbled down his chin.

- the desperate attempt at survival of a desperate man.

For the second time, Anabelle threw herself back, hitting her head against the wall, a scream dying on her lips. Kamui pushed him back, almost throwing him across his cell.

A snarl, dangerous, and low. A warning. Amongst the beast they all became, her fisherman friend was the most dangerous. He was her protector, he drew the line between her and the madmen. And losing him-

"No. I refuse." She shook her head, ignoring the pain in her stiff muscles. He stared back knowingly, shifting back into a comfortable position.

"No." She started again, voice shaking. He smiled at her, saying nothing but explaining everything through his gaze.

"NO." A fresh wave of emotion, raw with unbridled force, crashed into her, seizing her throat painfully until she choked and gasped.

Somewhere in the background, someone was still laughing-singing-crying, louder and louder, as if they were trying to drown the sound of the storm outside.

"NO!" Her cry, desperate and broken, rang loudly in the room. She screamed at him, but also at herself, at the dark voice inside her.

Her cry left her breathless. She was feeling too much at once, like stuffed pinata ready to be beaten, and all her emotions lit a fire inside her heart. The flames inside her licked the walls of her self-control, and slowly, one by one, the walls started to crumble. And with each wall crumbling, she lost a little bit more of her mind.

The way odd blues eyes narrowed into slits was nothing short of terrifying. There was something behind her eyes - one, blue as ice and the other, blue as the deep sea - churning and swirling dangerously.

Kamui's smile faded. His face settled, turning calm and collected. Cold.

"You won't do it?" He let out a dry laugh that turned into a coughing fit. He wheezed, hitting his chest several times. "Then give up. Give everything up."

The small string of self-control snapped. "How dare you? How dare you! You have no right to tell me to give up as if everything is meaningless!"

Still, when the self-righteous fury enveloped her, there was nothing on this earth, nor in heaven or hell, that could calm her.

People died for her to survive. They made the greatest sacrifice for her. Their love saved her and he was telling her to give up as if it meant nothing? As if they meant nothing?

"To survive, you must be ready to do everything. This world is cruel, unpredictable… A eat or be eaten world."

Her rage, however, always presented in different ways, and with this creature, this cretin, it was an emotional rage. One that burnt hot, ready to destroy everything on its path, like a flaming hurricane.

Be selfish, kid.

Her anger ran hot, so hot it brought tears to her eyes.

"How dare you?" She choked on a sob, tears spilling on her cheeks, taking with them a week's worth of dirt. "How dare you trade your life as if it is meaningless… And you want to make me do this?"

He wanted to burden her with his death, to haunt her forever. How selfish! How cruel! This bastard! His blood would be on her hands. How could he even dare say such things? Death was not something to joke about, it was not the answer!

"Ah. You really are a bleeding heart, aren't you?"

She sent him her meanest glare, full of poisons and anger and maybe - if she listened to her throbbing heart - full of hurt. She mumbled something incoherently, sobbing harder in her hands.

They smelt of piss and vomit but she didn't care. Tears with a tint of gold ran down her face to her neck and the skin they touched felt refreshed. Her chapped lips weren't so red and didn't hurt as bad.

"Don't worry, it will be good for you. You need to toughen up."

She raised her puffy eyes toward Kamui's face. He had a content expression as if he didn't just talk about his death.

Don't waste your tears on useless things.

No. They haunted her enough already, she didn't need to add someone else's voice.

"Stop talking.." She rasped. Her throat felt like it was filled with broken glass.

"It will be a perfect commotion. Those humans aren't humans anymore, just beasts in human clothing. The smell of blood will drive them wild."

"I said, stop talking! Why are you speaking of death as if nothing matters?"

Her head throbbed but it was nothing compared to the pain in her chest, the heavy sadness that squeezed her lungs.

The screams of the trapped and of the desperate rose with her own, welcoming her for she reached a new kind of hell. She was on the verge of falling down the abyss.

And amidst the voices, there was one that reached her bubble of self-pity.

What made my beloved so upset? It brushed against her brain, silvery and honeyed, cooling her maddening thoughts.

A sigh.

A part of her indignantly raged at that. How dare he sighs when he put her in this state-

"I'm tired."

Anabelle blinked and took shaky breaths to calm herself, "Of what?"

She dreaded his answer.

"Do I need a reason?" He asked with childlike wonder. It felt like she was the first person to ask him that.

"YES! You're going to-" She stumbled on her words, her agitation getting the better of her ability to speak, snot dribbling down her nose, "You're going to commit the most selfish act in this world with no care about what it will do to the others around you! What about your family, your friends?"

"I'm sure they would understand."

Was it a difference in culture? Was it why she couldn't get through him? She raked her fingers through her hair, face twisting in a grimace. "No, they won't! Don't you understand how precious your life is? Death is never the answer."

"Oh, I know how much my life is worth." He laughed again, dark and mean, drumming his pointy nails against the wood. "100 million berry, that's how much we go on the market this day."

"Stop it please." She begged quietly. Her head fell against her chest. She could feel her heart beating fast against her ribs.

"I'm already dead, kid, I've been for a long time now. I'm empty. Numb. I've seen everything there is to see. This world has nothing to offer anymore. I've made my choice." He threw his head backward and closed his eyes. He looked… calm. "You will get out that way, see by yourself how terrible this world is."

It broke her heart. How terrible his life must have been if talking about his death appeased his soul.

And, amidst her raging feelings, all the sadness and hurt couldn't completely cover the small voice whispering inside her head. This is your lifeline, take it.

And that tiny voice proved something. She wasn't as kind as she believed - hoped - herself to be. She was deeply selfish and would favor her life over the others.

"Why- me?"

The idea started to take roots in her head, making sense in a disturbing way. Her stomach churned and knotted. The fact that she was entertaining the idea made her sick and disgusted.

"I don't know, actually. You're special, I guess. You can hear it and- I don't know… You just remind me of the sea." He exhaled, long and slow, "I like you."

"Why me…?" She asked again, to no one this time.

Why couldn't he kill himself? What pushed him to ask her to kill him? Selfish bastard! Too proud to take his own life, he stooped so low he asked her to take his life. Why now? Why her?

"Self-pity won't save you," he scolded, lips turning thin and the vein on his forehead pulsing. "Get your head out of the abyss. You should be proud, no warrior of the sea would give their life up to anyone. So, survive kid."

Survive Anabelle, survive.

For a second, the image of her mother, a proud woman with odd blue eyes and fiery hair, overlapped the face of Kamui. Just how many will die for her to survive?

Ana, my little lionfish, we're not dying because of you, but for you. So that you could let our spirits rest in peace afterward.

.O.

"What's the use of the big bell at the top of the mountain?" Anabelle, ten years old, asked, munching on an apple.

Her mother, Izabelle Lépicier, hunched over her stool, smiled at her work. Next to her, the smelly intestine of a Sea king was soaking in the tub. The translucent water turned pink, then red and silver until it settled for a pale green with each ingredient she added.

"Ah, that's right. You were too young to remember the last funeral." Izabelle extended her hand toward the table without looking. Anabelle inconspicuously moved the herbs under her hand. "Ah!" She threw a handful in the tub, pushing coal into the fire underneath the tub to warm her mixture up.

"So?" Anabelle tilted her head, looking as innocent as a newborn.

"It's the bell of Kahra, not a simple 'big bell'." She softly laughed under her breath, turning shining and bright eyes toward the little girl, "The souls of the Youkan are tied to the sea - forced to roam eternally amongst the fishes and the shipwrecks we've caused, not the funniest fate - unless we ring the bell. Ringing the bell means summoning Kahra here and she is the only one able to cut our ties to the sea. That's our only way to reach the stars."

The soft smile on her mother's face turned wide and wild, she presented her hand, "Now, why don't you give me back what you tried to steal?"

Anabelle gaped, eyes turning wide as saucers. "But how? You weren't even looking!"

She wiggled her fingers and the little girl pouted, giving her back the herbs with a heart-breaking sigh.

She raised a brow at the ingredients in her hand, "Were you planning on creating a poison?"

"No…?"

"You're not supposed to answer a question with another question." Anabelle raised a finger to defend herself but her mother continued, "You should be more careful. If you kill someone, they will haunt you forever until you ring the bell and you go through the ritual. Only then, they will find peace."

.O.

"If I kill you, you won't find-"

"I know, one of yours already told me." He smiled sadly, casting his eyes downward.

"Who-"

"It doesn't matter now." He cut her probing, slapping a hand that tried to catch his hair through the bars, "It may take time but I know you will let us rest in peace."

The words left a foreboding aftertaste in the air, something heavy and dark looming over her head. But-

She bit violently her lip, shaking her head while her fingers racked her hair. She let a loud scream out, muffled by her knees. By the time she stopped screaming, she was panting and her throat burned fiercely.

Both her hands fell from her hair and ever so slowly, she moved her head until she was peeking over her knees at Kamui.

"Okay, I will do it." She croaked out.

Tension gradually left his body until the only thing that remained was his expression of relief.

The sounds of footsteps and shouting were the last warning before the storm hit them fully.

The floor shifted under her, sending her toppling forward with sudden and violent waves. Thunder roared horribly and the wind howled and the buzzing in her chest intensified to reach a new peak.

"Thank you…" Kamui caught her poor excuse of a top, stopping her from crashing against the bars. Others in the room weren't as lucky.

"For what?" Anabelle closed her eyes, inwardly scolding herself for always asking questions she didn't want the answers.

"Thank you, for agreeing and for crying for me." He gently put her back on her knees, their handcuffs painfully digging into their wrists. "You made me feel something I never thought I would feel again."

"What is it?" She whispered in a broken voice. Her hands shook against her tights and she couldn't look him in the eyes.

The waves crashed loudly against the side of the ship, drowning the voices of the desperate and the broken.

"Pity." He smiled. How could he smile? How could he be so calm- "I pity you, who will live the longest life."

And then, he patted her head softly. With affection. "You're a brave girl. Chomei must be proud of you."

She violently bit her cheek, tasting blood. Something made a violent jump in her chest at the sudden use of that name.

It made her wonder if something grew in her chest and left no space for her lungs and her heart or if her heart grew so big it left no room for her lungs. She was panting, heart-thumping incredibly loudly.

"How did you-"

"It doesn't matter," he ruffled her hair, again, with affection, "here, use my nails before you lose all your bravado."

He ripped two nails from his fingers with a simple wince. Anabelle cringed and winced in his stead, the bloody nails - hard and insanely sharp - falling into her hand turned her stomach the other way around.

She shook violently, adrenaline pumping through her like crazy and freezing her. She clenched her hand around the nails until her joints ached, rubbing her eyes dry with her arm.

"Okay," she nodded. Her nerves had curled up inside her, becoming one big ball of false bravado and terror. Dread and fear. Anger and sadness. She was feeling too much in too little time. Okay, you got this.

"Mom. Where are you, Mom? I'm scared. Mom…"

She repressed another sob and helped Kamui laying down in the middle of the cell, far from hands' reach. "H-How?"

He pointed to his neck, "Slice my neck with my nails and-" His hands closed around her shaky ones, "- would you mind listening to a dead man last request?"

Her heart couldn't beat harder. She stared into his eyes, watched the tired smile on his face and the way his breathing slowed down. She nodded.

"Sing for me."

She closed her eyes and exhaled softly. Inwardly, she was screaming and crying, drowning in her emotions. Her head felt too small and her brains too big, feverish under her maelstroms of thoughts.

Outwardly, she smiled sadly, swallowing the knots in her throat.

There was comfort in being close to kins, someone who shared the same roots, no matter how old they might be. They found something familiar with each other, the same lifeforce that linked them to the sea, and that was what saved her.

She wasn't alone.

And for that reason and only for that, she granted his request. "Open your heart to my voice and be appeased."

Most people believed that it came naturally, that their voices were sultry and low from birth. Not even close. It was a skill, something not every Youkan mastered. It required concentration, dedication, and a very small layer of that.

Anabelle focused on her breathing, on the flow of air through her body until she perceived the two other things flowing through her body. One as slippery as the wind, Haki, and the other, cold and relentless, Dunamis.

She reached for her Dunamis, for the small pool hidden inside her belly, and directed it toward her throat, to coat her vocal cords with honey.

"Sleep bonnie pirate laddie while the waves they roll.

Sleep bonnie pirate laddie, ocean breezes blow.

Feel the ship rocks to and fro, hear wind through rigging sigh.

A gentle ocean sounds below a pirate lullaby."

She sat next to him, singing a song of sorrow and heavy hearts, pouring her heart out to make him feel something. Her voice came out gentle and soft, honeyed, appealing to the ears and the mind.

She wasn't the most talented singer, she never predestined herself to art, but the effect was immediate. The room fell eerily silent before the soft clang of chains being dragged and the creaking of wood reached her ears. Like a moth to the brightness of the flame, her song pulled to her the weak-willed and the broken by an invisible string of symphony.

How weak, she thought, they were all seduced by her song. All - her eyes fell to her companion, his face was relaxed and his eyes closed, a smile curled the corners of his lips but he wasn't tempted - except the one who requested it.

"Storms rise upon the seas as clouds darken up high.

See the sails begin to stretch as winds fall from the skies." Her voice quavered when his hands pressed her own against his neck.

Not yet, she wasn't-

The nails almost fumbled from her numb hands. She missed a note, her voice strained.

She wasn't ready-

With one hand, she gripped him tightly, her nails digging in his flesh, and she pressed his nails against his throat.

"W- Waves roll and toss the ship- the ship roughly from side to side.

Taste the salt upon your lips - Shit! - from the fury of the tide."

And with one last curse, blood gushed out. On her hand, on her pants, and on the sticky floor.

Anabelle could see it, see it in the way his eyes widened, the way he stared at the ceiling, and in the way he unconsciously raised a hand to staunch the flow of blood.

Kamui opened his mouth once, twice; a wet gurgling sound came out. There was a horrible sucking sound coming from his throat. And she suddenly feared she made a mistake, that he was still willing to live and that she put an end to his life for nothing.

But he smiled, content that he was finally dying, that his death wasn't a dishonorable one and that he would find peace.

Anabelle watched, eyes burning, as his fingers went limp in her hand and fell away. She felt his pulse against her fingers quickened before slowing, and slowing, and slowing-

Kamui's breath rattled in one final gasp.

-until there was nothing.

She continued to sing, voice hoarse and sorrow and grief lacing her words

"Sleep bonnie pirate laddie while the waves they roll.

Sleep bonnie pirate laddie, ocean breezes blow.

Feel the ship rocks to and fro-"

She screamed, doubling over to retch, and with her rose the voices of the desperate and the broken, going mad over the smell of blood. They bounced over the walls, magnified, and warped at the same time.

I'm scared.

Help me, help me.

I'm here!

I'm DYIIIIInnnnnnnnnnnnggggg, SAVE ME!

Their voices sang their maddening chorus and for the first time, hers joined them.

The door was kicked open with an almighty bang, the sound of it echoing across the room. Bits of wood and chipped paint scattered across the floor. Light flowed the room. Someone hissed and yowled at the sudden brightness.

The man in the doorway cocked a gun and fired at the wall, his face twisted with fury. "SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! We can't even hear the storm with your pathetic cries!"

Her voice got stuck in her throat. With the new light, the blood pooling around her and Kamui looked almost too red. It was surreal. Disgusting.

She felt ill at the notion that she had to leave him in this goddamn forsaken place but-

Survive Anabelle, survive.

A slow exhale. An attempt at putting her thoughts back together.

All around her, people yelled and cried for help.

Help me-

Let me out!

I didn't do anything wrong!

The man walked further in the room, kicking the ones reaching for him through the bars.

Cry later, fight now.

Anabelle watched him coming closer and wrapped herself with anger, the buzzing in her chest echoing her emotions.

She thought of the week she had passed down here, of the cries of the people, of how they were treated, like dogs and things. She thought of Kamui, of his warm corpse against her. He didn't deserve that horrifying death in that horrifying environment. She thought of the World Government and her island.

She thought of all of that and let the anger boiled her blood.

It was now or never.

Her anger, this time, ran cold.

.O.

To be continued?

Alright, so how was it?

Both songs are actual songs. The second one is a sea shanty named 'A Pirate's Lullaby' by The Whiskey Bards.

The Youkan are slightly based on a mythical creature, not physically but regarding their abilities.

For now, we don't know much about the main character and it's normal. You will learn more as chapters are written (by me, sigh). And yes, the secrets will be revealed as time passed but if you have theories, I'm more than happy to read them.

Take care!

I'm out.