Here's the second chapter, I'm actually in working on the translation of chap. 3
They ignited houses, burned down fields, cleared woods, slaughtered pigs and cow, yet they found nothing. They tear down stone buildings and temples, exhumed graveyards, drowned all horses, yet they found nothing. They defiled the women, abused the children and tortured the men, yet no one told them, where the One Piece would be, how could they? So they fulfilled their threat, they beheaded the people, slit open their bellies, sliced their throats, burned them alive, drowned them, string them up, shot them, poisoned them, dismembered them, opened their blood vessels, impaled them, beat them to death and wade ruthless through innocently shed blood. The sky was black from smoke and soot, the waters were streams of blood, the field were sow with rotten reeking cadavers. The ways paved with maggot chewed up corpses, among them, those that were still kicking the bucket and slowly died a miserable dead. Howls of pain and laments bursting with fear of death, filled the air, interrupted by the coarse drinking songs of the smashed and celebrating marine soldiers. A genocide unparalleled, a sea of blood, framed by a sea of flames, on a most idyllic isles, amid an ocean of storms.
Between all this bitterness, a young blond woman pussyfooted herself through, the body scratched from sharp stones and hedges of thorns, that she endured to arrive the beach undiscovered. Between the corpses she crawled on the ash and mud covered ground in dirty, tattered rags, not picking up from the surroundings, a pair of marine lieutenants passed by, joking, she stayed lying down still, immediately, but a slight whimper came from underneath her rags. The lieutenants nearly had passed her, when one suddenly stopped. "Did you hear that?" Now the other one paused, too and turned around, the woman was paralysed by fear. "Wha? Naa! Yo've dronk doo much!" He drew his colleague back with him to the island centre. The young women sighed gently and crawled on. The beach was most dangerous, there were no trees or bushes, behind which one could hide, besides the marine ships that lied at anchor, also this was her hope… a little lifeboat would already suffice. She had now arrived at the rim of the forest, in front of her the white sand and the wide sea, again she looked carefully and searching around… There! There was a little boat at the beach, but straight next to a marine warship, what if it was occupied? But she would not get this chance twice, staying on the isle would mean a certain death, so there was hope.
She pressed the little bundle of cloth tight to her body and sprinted off, she could not run as fast as the men, but perhaps it would be enough to reach the boat unseen. Till now, no one shot her, perhaps the luck was merciful to her, carefully she laid the bundle into this nutshell and began to shove it into the water. Suddenly she noticed a movement upon the marine ship, she couldn't hide anywhere, so she looked up, awaiting the death. There atop, the arms crossed on the rail, stood a soldier with grey hair, but very juvenile, he seemed not to be long in the marine, yet. He indeed observed the young woman already some times longer and made no measures to shut her or to sound the alarm. His idleness made her nervous and mistrustful, suddenly he moved, what was he doing? The lad fetched a cigar out of his pocket stuck it between his teeth and was actually now searching for a match. As he finally found one, he noticed that now he was observed, he was extremely suspect to the young woman, she did not know how to interpret his behaviour. Cool he drew the match over the rail and the little head flamed on, he lighted the cigar and began to puff it. The young blonde decided not to challenge destiny any longer, though it looked as if he wouldn't divulge her, but who could know whether he'd change his mind. She pushed the boat further into the water, when suddenly something fell on the sand behind her, she flipped round startled, but nothing was there. She wanted to turn back and continue, when he look hit a brow backpack, she opened it. In there were three bottles of milk, a few souse and a loaf of bread, surprised she stared up to the ship, but the lad now stood with his back to her… three bottles? Did he noticed…?
Finally she managed to get enough water under the keel, carefully she got on board. Not knowing how to swim, scared her now, but she had no choice. Without knowing accurately where to go, she began rowing to the open sea, main thing: away from this crowd grave. The young soldier still looked after her, inner he wished she would make it! From under deck his superiors called for him. "Heeeeeeeyyy! Smooooooooooogaarrrr, Get y' ass down here an drink withas!" He flicked the cigar stub into the water and drew a new out of his jacket's pocket, than he followed the order of his marine officer.
The storms protecting the island, guarded its inhabitants, too, though raving round the nutshell they didn't brought it to capsize, indeed it was driven to the wide sea, as if the ocean knew, that death was lurking on the isle. When the island slowly disappeared at the horizon, the young woman exhale noisily and relieved, even that it was plain, that the hardest time would still come, the long sail upon the sea, and she had no hunch, when they would arrive inhabited land, or if anyway… She putt the rudder into the boat, from now on it made no sense to steer to any direction, all she could do, was to pray to the gods that they would be gracious. Now that she drifted on the wide Grand Line and nothing was to be seen except of water, she realised that the slight whimper had become a muffled crying. She took the linen bundle on her lap and wrapped the fabric aside, a tiny little had grabbed for her fingers. "So you? What will we to become now?" She began to indulge the baby in her arms, but it still cried. "I know, you want to be with your mommy…but it's not possible…" Tenderly she caressed its short black hair, the slowly setting sun conferred them a light shade of turquoise. "I think… you will not be angry with me, your royal highness, if I'm on first name terms´´ with you?… Although you're actual king now…" She looked into the direction in which she assumed in far distance their homeland, tears rose into her eyes, astonished the baby watched her and stopped crying for a moment.
She wiped away the tears and smiled at the babe. "You gotta be hungry, poor thing! We're on the road, all the day!" After she fetched one of the bottles from the backpack, she poured some milk into the top, gave it to the baby and viewed it drinking. The ice-blue tiny eyes shined now happy and attentive. "I wonder what eye colour you'll get? Hopefully those from your mum, the yellow ones of your father's always scared me somehow…" She closed the milk bottle and stow it away, the little looked yearning for the white liquid. "I can't give you more, I don't know how long it has to suffice!" It almost seemed to her as if the baby had understood what she was saying, but a toddler couldn't understand yet, it began to kick and wave. "Well, you got a distinct urge to move, don't you?" She let it crawl around a bit, always caring for it not to fall into the water. A few time she could just catch its black cats tail, that the toddlers can't control yet. With one and a half years it withdraws and reappear not till puberty. Gradually it became darker and night, but the baby didn't want to fall asleep. "Why don't' you sleep? The whole excitement surely must have tired you!" Objectively it was exhausted, but why it still refused, first was not clear to her. She wrapped it again into the warm cloth and laid it onto her lap, once more it began to wail and its eyes became moist, than it started to weep heart grippingly, now she grasped. "You don't wanna sleep without your mommy, right?" Intensively she considered what to do, to calm it, actually she should know it, for she had been the royal family's nurse for a while. What did the queen when it didn't want to doze? "Your mommy sometimes sang a lullaby for you, shall I try it?"
As the baby sniffled and whined on and big teardrops were rolling down its cheeks, she researched in her memory for text and melody and started humming while embracing the little one. Than she started gently singing till she remembered the entire lullaby.
"Angels arise, as night must fall and radiant eyes stare down on our soul, if the powers that be, be beyond our call, than angels arise as the night will surely fall. And for every bit of darkness, there's a light so pure divine, and I ask you to protect me, from those ghosts and shadows and those shivers down my spine. Angels arise as night must fall and all knowing eyes stare down on our soul, if the powers that be, be beyond our call, than angels arise as the night must surely fall. There are things that must be magic, there's no explaining why or how, and there's every sign, that once upon a time is starting here and now, there's every sign that once upon a time is starting right here and now."
As she sang the baby became calm, it stopped crying and began to eavesdrop, slowly its little eyes closed and smoothly it slumbered in. The young woman sighed. "Well Felinae, old girl… you brought this pigheaded-person to sleep!" She yawned and carefully, for not arouse it, laid down to night's rest, too.
The sun was standing high on the sky, they were drifting now nearly one and a half week on the sea and no land in sight. Slowly Felinae's hope, they would manage it, vanished, as the bit of provisions they had came to an end, she had no more meat till yesterday, admittedly the little was content with milk, but at this heat one should have drunk much more! However she had for some reason the feeling, that they wouldn't be on the Grand-Line anymore, maybe because, since a few time no sea-monster was swimming next to the boot any longer. The baby slept rolled up like a cat's cub in the sun, Felinae fanned herself a bit of air, she was woozy, the temperatures made it difficult, hopefully would it be night soon.
Meanwhile the young woman lost every feeling for time, a week ago she stopped counting the days, otherwise she would know that the fifth week had dawned. And still the child refused to drink, she went out of the last drop of milk, to days ago, she didn't care what would become of her, but if it would not drink soon, it would perish of thirst. "You have to drink! Please!" With one hand she took the little head, she hold the other over its mouth, but again it pressed its lips steady together. It helped nothing, she had to make it drink, if it had to, with brute force. She laid it on its back, so that it looked straight at her and clamped its head among her knees, carefully she squeezed them together. She didn't want to hurt it, just prevent it winding its head away, the teeth pressed together, she scratched with her fingernails the wound on her wrist open again, till the red shiny liquid welled out. With the other hand she kept the baby's nose shut, it had to open its mouth, but it appeared as if it actually would hold its breath and just twitched. Felinae became afraid, was it stubborn enough rather to suffocate? At the moment she wanted to take away her hand it tear open its mouth and nearly stifled sucked in the air, she let it take a few breath and before it could close its jaw again, she pressed her wrist, from which blood flowed, on its mouth. Desperately it kicked and waved and tried to scratch her, but it had to drink, she would not give in, either it drank or it wouldn't get air… "Drink! Damn it, drink! My life's not as important as yours!" She felt it swallowing a few times and how a tremble went through the little body, then let it breath and fast wrapped fabric round her maltreated wrist. The baby cried, it didn't like what it had to do, she took it in her arms and calmed it. "We'll soon find land… certain!"
Heavy breathing, the young woman laid in the boot, her head was aching, black points danced in front of her eyes, nausea shook her, the blond hairs were soaked in sweat and her eyes filmy. The little one had crawled to her and compassionate cuddled up to her, Felinae lifted under hurt her head and took it in her arms, they were scratched and the wounds did not mend anymore. „You have to survive, understood?" A cough attack overcame her, some blood ran from the corner of her mouth, she wiped it away with shaking hands and pressed the child to her. „You have to avenge our people yet!" She kissed the tiny forehead and stroked over the big ears, than she lovingly looked into this dark blue eyes. Was it because she felt so bad or did they really became a bit darker? „You're a cunning, unrelenting tot, got that from your father... hopefully you got his courage, too..." She closed her lids, her embrace loosened, a blond hair strand felt onto her face as her head sank back. The tot nudged her with its small hands, but she did not wake up, she went beyond the frontier ... she was dead. The little boy pressed himself tight to her and started quietly to weep, despite of his age, he understood, that now, he was completely alone on the world. Though he did not yet comprehend in what danger his life was now, too. If destiny would not drove the boat to an island soon.
Note: The lullaby is taken from "Dance of the vampires" the song is called "Angels arise" and can be downloaded at http: on the "demo" page