Real quick to the people who clicked on my story. This is just a prologue/background setting start, I promise it (Hopefully) gets better for you is you read more. (sorry I know it's a bit of a cringy start)

Okay chapter 1 is now rewritten, I took out somethings, changed other things and sadly the start is shorter and has less details then before but with good reason so bare with me. The premise is still the same for the most part but thanks to certain thing in the One Piece series being revealed changes and help with a few things.

I really appreciate that you are reading my story and those who've read this before the edits welcome back.

I am open to reveiws, comments, feedback of any kind. However please be respectable in your words and be honest. I will fix any mistakes, and if something doesn't match the One Piece world call me out on it. I will answer questions of any kind. I'm also open to ideas and events you'd like to see involving the crew and Warren.

~nightfire~

"Get back up!" A man yelled. He cracked a whip at a young woman who had fallen under the wait of her load, one of two loads. The young woman was once pretty but now was gaunt and sickly and covered in dirt and scars. She was a slave. A pregnant slave at that. Not that anyone could tell she did a good job of hiding her condition ever since she was captured and sold 8 months ago.

She, along with her fellow slaves kept moving, finishing their tasks, getting whipped at by the slavers, getting weaker and weaker every day until night fell and work had to be halted. She knew as soon as she got back to her bunk, it was time. She hoped the plan would fail, that she'll be able to get her child away from here, she just had to wait a little longer.

It was later that night so late it was considered early. The woman, with her fellow slave women, sat on the floor, gasping for breath and groaning in pain. The women ran around her in a hurry, grabbing what clean water they could find, and spare cloth, even what little medical stuff they had. As the young woman tensed in pain again, Granny, an older slave woman, held her hand and gave her words of comfort. It was all the older slave could provide. She had been a young student once, studying herbs and meditation, now she was an aging slave who could barely help those around her, and she knew that the new mother-to-be would not survive the night. The hand Granny held gripped hard again, but the young woman was finished, the cry of a babe was heard. Two of the assisting slaves held up the new child, and one of them quickly took care of the aftermath, cleaning the babe and all. Granny, a name the older slave took a while ago despite only being in her 30s, sat the new mother up against the wall. She was covered in sweat.

"Please." The young woman said. "Let me see."

The slave handling the baby handed it to Granny, who in turn held it out to its mother. The woman took her child, a smile graced her face, she had a beautiful daughter. Tears filled her eyes when the now silent baby opened its eyes. Just like her fathers.

"Warren." She said. "Her name is Warren."

Nothing else was said. The Woman leaned back and closed her eyes, smiling with her child. Then she was gone. The newly named Warren started crying and Granny took her back. Before Granny could move to follow the plan to save the baby another slave ran in from outside. The Master's men were coming and they had nowhere to hide the child. The men, with their swords and armor entered the slave house and stood at attention. The Master himself had come down. He had gotten word that there was something going on down here and came to check it out. He saw the dead slave, and the new born baby. The master yanked the new born out of Granny's arms by the leg. Warren was crying louder now. The Master grinned, a free slave and one he'd have for a while, one that will have many uses. He had a new toy, he could only hope it lasts longer than its mother. He tossed the babe back to Granny, who scrambled to catch her, before leaving as suddenly he came.

Dawn rose up into the sky as Granny held the now sleeping baby. Granny watched the sunrise with an unreadable look but one could see the fire in the older woman's eyes. She needed a plan. She was going to make sure that Warren would be free one day, even if it takes years or she'd lose her life. She would free this child, no matter what.

She turned back to Warren's mother. Granny grabbed a shovel, strapping Warren to her back with spare cloth, and with help. Put her to rest, promising the mother she'd take care of her daughter in silence. Granny stood before the new grave as her help left in fear of being later to their tasks. Warren was asleep still secured to Granny's back. She picked her shovel back up and jabbed it into the tree the grave was made under, scarring it. She repeated her action again until the deep scar in the shape of a cross marred the tree.

Granny, now a fitting name with her slightly greying hair, watched Warren from afar. The young girl was grown up and finishing up her task.

"Hey!"

One of the Master men lashed his Whip at Granny, knocking the older woman down with a new gash on her arm. She stood up, she could feel eyes on her. Warren was watching. Granny didn't say a word and picked up her slack she'd cause. She returned her Gaze to Warren, their eyes met and they knew. It was time.

Thanks for reading the newest version. Sorry that it's so short. I'll need a lot of support to keep going later as it was hard to work on this for some reason. You don't need to leave a reveiw but it would be nice and motivational for me if you do. I like hearing from my reader about whether or not they are enjoying my story and if they are't what I can work on to improve it.

Thanks again

~Nightfire~