She sits at the dock, the very place that she watched him sail away from. The wind bites at her exposed skin, but she does not shiver. She only waits, staring out to the sea. Waiting.... Waiting for him....
He promised her that he would come back. He said that it may take many years, but he would come for her. No... Not for her. Just that he would come back. The two of them were only friend, nothing more. and he had made many friends during his short stay there. So it would not be for her that he would come back. But it was enough that he would come back. That was why she was still watching the sea from that dock where he had left. Waiting... Waiting for him...
She had promised him that she would wait for him forever. It sounded like the type of promise that two lovers would make. But they were not lovers. She loved him, but he did not love her so they were not lovers. But that didnt matter. She had promised. She would keep her promise. She would wait forever. Sitting at the dock, in the cold, heat, rain, or snow. Waiting.... Waiting for him...
During the day she still runs the bar. The bar that hold so many memories of him. He used to sit in his stool by the bar, talking with her as his crew raised a ruckus at the tables behind her. If the crew made a mess, he'd always stay behind after they'd left and help her clean it up. Sometimes he'd stay behind even if they didn't. During those times, they'd just talk. During that time, they could drop the formalities. With the crew, he was always Captain'. But alone she could just call him by his name, no title needed. She loved those times she spent with him. She loves just being with him. She cherishes those times they spent together. The memories they made together. And she wonders if he cherishes them too. She wants to make more memories with him. So she site there. Waiting... Waiting for him...
Every evening after the bar has closed and every morning before the sun has risen she can be seen there. Her small form silhouetted against the darkness. These is never a day when she is not there, watching the horizon for his ship, wondering where he is – if he's thinking of her. Some say she's crazy to do so. And maybe she is. But she doesn't care. A crazy person can still sit there. Waiting... Waiting for him...
There have been other ships since his. Other crews. Merchants, marines, sailors... pirates. Other first mates, gunners, navigators... captains. She has talked to them, laughed with them, made friends with them. So why has none of the people on those ships had the same impact on her as he did? Perhaps if one of them had she would be able to stop waiting. Perhaps if one had she would be able to forget. But none of them did. None of them ever will. So she won't stop. She'll never stop until he comes back. Waiting... Waiting for him...
She sits at the dock, the very place that she watched him sail away from. The wind bites at her exposed skin, but she does not shiver. She only waits, staring out to the sea. Waiting.... Waiting for him....
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Yes, this is a horrible excuse for a piece of fanfiction. Thank you for reading it. And thank you even more if you review! (hint hint) The promise that I talked about is completely made up. It never really happened.
Disclaimer: One Piece doesn't belong to me. It will never belong to me. I'm not making any money off this. So don't sue, because even if you DO win the law suite, I'm broke so you really won't be getting anything more than pocket change (as in about three cents).