Authors Notes: I do not own One Piece or it affiliates, Part three of this
epic saga... -Reminder-Stewardess speaks French, Mihawk speaks Spanish,
Novia speaks Australian. Things will only go from good to really good. R&R.
Thank you and Pirates of the Caribbean
Hawk Eyes
Part 3
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Shore, things are nice and dandy, until he steels your things...
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It's dark, cold, and muggy, but her rage lit up the night like a flaming torch through the foggy night. So what if chasing after a pirate, in pitch blackness, in a tiny dingy, sailing in a random direction, without the help of any of the guards, without her grandfather's permission, with just her and a stewardess, wasn't the smartest idea. All those factors don't matter to her, that box had such symbolism to her; she can't let some pirate take it for his own, especially him.
"Je ne sais pas même fais pourquoi ceci...Madam how long are we going to row like this, my arms hurt and I'm tiered. Can we turn around and go back? I'm sure your grandfather will send out a search party in the morning to retrieve you music box. Madam, Madam?"
"..."
With that she knew when to keep her mouth shut.
XoXoX
No matter how cold someone is their still human...
XoXoX
Meanwhile, past the thick fog a young man lay in aw. Out of all the boxes on that girl's dresser he had to take this one! It was the most decorated, and probably the most likely missed, she was probably balling her eyes out by now. He let out a dragged out sigh and sets it on top of his desk.
"Oh well, no lo puede cambiar ahora."
A brunet female enters into his quarters. "Captain, how it went?" Her face beams with the anticipation of the spoils. The smile turned upside-down when all she saw is one tiny little box. "Looks like you got another bottler..."She kidded with an arched eyebrow.
"Don't patronize me. I'm not one too fond of jokes."
"What's bitin' at your doodle?!" She leans over his shoulder letting the tattoo on her bosom expose. "Looks expensive though..."
"I suppose." He opens the lid...
Chimes, dings, and bells consume the tiny room. Never before in his life has he heard such a beautiful melody, if only there were words to come with it.
"Ah, I see, it's a music box, how cute."
He closes the lid and the magic ceases.
"Novia, did you by any chance catch that girl's name?"
"What?" she recoiled a little on her captain's uncharacteristically randomness.
"Her name, did you catch her name?"
"I...a...yes, her name..." her revelation was interrupted with the cabin door slamming open.
"Captain, there's a small dingy on the starboard side."
"So..."
"It's her, it's that Old Star's granddaughter!"
XoXoX
Determination, and madness numbs out all feelings of fear...
XoXoX
"¿Qué hice para merecer yo esto?" He takes the box in hand and marches starboard with Novia close behind. From the ships railing he could see the girl emerge form the fog.
"Pirate..."
"La Sra..."
"I've come for what's right fully mine pirate! I want it back!"
"No."
"What do you mean, 'no'?"
"I mean 'no'." The tiny ornamented box glowed as the light reflected and refracted in the light of the full moon as he holds it to his eye level. "It's such a pretty little thing, why should I have any intentions on giving it back?"
"If you fear the gallows, you best give it back!"
He fisted it in his palm, she is most certain he is going to brake it with his bare hand.
"Are you threatening me?"
Her composure must be kept if she wanted her treasure out of harms way.
She bolsters herself. "I call Parle!"
Novia leans over the rail with a giggle. "Looks like our little debutant is also diplomat."
Of course he pretended not to hear the brunette wench.
"You, the granddaughter of a high ranking marine, not to mention who is one of the Five Old Stars, are asking me, a pirate, the feared Hawk Eyed Mihawk, for Parle?"
Alexandria beamed a red redder than hot coals. "Stop chastising Madam you beady eyed, pasty skinned, scruffy haired, tacky dressing, ugly sideburned, cheep cologne wearing, scruffy, frilly panty wearing, one testicaled, flea ridden, harpies infested, scurvy, cowardly, mean, ruffian, piratey pirate you!"
A few seconds of silence seems to be an eternity, even Alexandria is feeling regretful on her outburst. The air became uncomfortable with this ere soundlessness. Finally the quiet is broken with Novia's hidden giggle until it burst into all out laughter. But all is hushed again when Hawk Eyed gives a sideways glance at the woman.
If Alexandria showed any great pride in her Madam it was now. Her Madam showed great composure, showing no expression in her face in front of this pirate.
"Are you going to take my offer or not?"
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It's always hard to see you children leave home for the last time...
XoXoX
He hadn't slept a wink all night. He's already on his fifth coffee or tenth, it didn't mater. He tiredly eyed the ocean's horizon. A delusion had entered his mind, something deep inside of him wanted to believe she would return, she'll be safe, and things will be alright. Even if she did return things won't ever be the same, she had been stung by cupid venom. She can never forget a man like that.
He pours himself another cup, and set the pot next to the vase of violet lilacs. The bitter liquid filled his mouth; he tried to find neutrality in this with sweet memories of the past. He can still remember that morning. The tiny canoe in the middle of the sea, bodies of women all them laying still. When he had sent out a rescue dingy all the returned with was four corpses and one live child. The toddler was about four or five with strange features of blond hair with brown steaks and purple eyes. Not even in a marine or pirate has he seen such bravery than in this child, not even a single tear came out of the two pools of violet. She was all alone in this world...
"Child, do you have a name?"
"They called me Marja."
Ironic how that her name means: Sorrow of the Sea, poor child poor child.
"Marja, would you like to stay with me for a wile... until we find you a place to stay that is..."
It's been eighteen years since that conversation, eighteen happy short years. Now those years have finally come to a close. The petals of one of the flowers withered and fell into his cup. He can't entertain such delusions, that girl is never coming back. The sun will be rising in a matter of moments it would be a sunrise without his darling Marja.
XoXoX
Hawk Eyes
Part 3
XoXoX
Shore, things are nice and dandy, until he steels your things...
XoXoX
It's dark, cold, and muggy, but her rage lit up the night like a flaming torch through the foggy night. So what if chasing after a pirate, in pitch blackness, in a tiny dingy, sailing in a random direction, without the help of any of the guards, without her grandfather's permission, with just her and a stewardess, wasn't the smartest idea. All those factors don't matter to her, that box had such symbolism to her; she can't let some pirate take it for his own, especially him.
"Je ne sais pas même fais pourquoi ceci...Madam how long are we going to row like this, my arms hurt and I'm tiered. Can we turn around and go back? I'm sure your grandfather will send out a search party in the morning to retrieve you music box. Madam, Madam?"
"..."
With that she knew when to keep her mouth shut.
XoXoX
No matter how cold someone is their still human...
XoXoX
Meanwhile, past the thick fog a young man lay in aw. Out of all the boxes on that girl's dresser he had to take this one! It was the most decorated, and probably the most likely missed, she was probably balling her eyes out by now. He let out a dragged out sigh and sets it on top of his desk.
"Oh well, no lo puede cambiar ahora."
A brunet female enters into his quarters. "Captain, how it went?" Her face beams with the anticipation of the spoils. The smile turned upside-down when all she saw is one tiny little box. "Looks like you got another bottler..."She kidded with an arched eyebrow.
"Don't patronize me. I'm not one too fond of jokes."
"What's bitin' at your doodle?!" She leans over his shoulder letting the tattoo on her bosom expose. "Looks expensive though..."
"I suppose." He opens the lid...
Chimes, dings, and bells consume the tiny room. Never before in his life has he heard such a beautiful melody, if only there were words to come with it.
"Ah, I see, it's a music box, how cute."
He closes the lid and the magic ceases.
"Novia, did you by any chance catch that girl's name?"
"What?" she recoiled a little on her captain's uncharacteristically randomness.
"Her name, did you catch her name?"
"I...a...yes, her name..." her revelation was interrupted with the cabin door slamming open.
"Captain, there's a small dingy on the starboard side."
"So..."
"It's her, it's that Old Star's granddaughter!"
XoXoX
Determination, and madness numbs out all feelings of fear...
XoXoX
"¿Qué hice para merecer yo esto?" He takes the box in hand and marches starboard with Novia close behind. From the ships railing he could see the girl emerge form the fog.
"Pirate..."
"La Sra..."
"I've come for what's right fully mine pirate! I want it back!"
"No."
"What do you mean, 'no'?"
"I mean 'no'." The tiny ornamented box glowed as the light reflected and refracted in the light of the full moon as he holds it to his eye level. "It's such a pretty little thing, why should I have any intentions on giving it back?"
"If you fear the gallows, you best give it back!"
He fisted it in his palm, she is most certain he is going to brake it with his bare hand.
"Are you threatening me?"
Her composure must be kept if she wanted her treasure out of harms way.
She bolsters herself. "I call Parle!"
Novia leans over the rail with a giggle. "Looks like our little debutant is also diplomat."
Of course he pretended not to hear the brunette wench.
"You, the granddaughter of a high ranking marine, not to mention who is one of the Five Old Stars, are asking me, a pirate, the feared Hawk Eyed Mihawk, for Parle?"
Alexandria beamed a red redder than hot coals. "Stop chastising Madam you beady eyed, pasty skinned, scruffy haired, tacky dressing, ugly sideburned, cheep cologne wearing, scruffy, frilly panty wearing, one testicaled, flea ridden, harpies infested, scurvy, cowardly, mean, ruffian, piratey pirate you!"
A few seconds of silence seems to be an eternity, even Alexandria is feeling regretful on her outburst. The air became uncomfortable with this ere soundlessness. Finally the quiet is broken with Novia's hidden giggle until it burst into all out laughter. But all is hushed again when Hawk Eyed gives a sideways glance at the woman.
If Alexandria showed any great pride in her Madam it was now. Her Madam showed great composure, showing no expression in her face in front of this pirate.
"Are you going to take my offer or not?"
XoXoX
It's always hard to see you children leave home for the last time...
XoXoX
He hadn't slept a wink all night. He's already on his fifth coffee or tenth, it didn't mater. He tiredly eyed the ocean's horizon. A delusion had entered his mind, something deep inside of him wanted to believe she would return, she'll be safe, and things will be alright. Even if she did return things won't ever be the same, she had been stung by cupid venom. She can never forget a man like that.
He pours himself another cup, and set the pot next to the vase of violet lilacs. The bitter liquid filled his mouth; he tried to find neutrality in this with sweet memories of the past. He can still remember that morning. The tiny canoe in the middle of the sea, bodies of women all them laying still. When he had sent out a rescue dingy all the returned with was four corpses and one live child. The toddler was about four or five with strange features of blond hair with brown steaks and purple eyes. Not even in a marine or pirate has he seen such bravery than in this child, not even a single tear came out of the two pools of violet. She was all alone in this world...
"Child, do you have a name?"
"They called me Marja."
Ironic how that her name means: Sorrow of the Sea, poor child poor child.
"Marja, would you like to stay with me for a wile... until we find you a place to stay that is..."
It's been eighteen years since that conversation, eighteen happy short years. Now those years have finally come to a close. The petals of one of the flowers withered and fell into his cup. He can't entertain such delusions, that girl is never coming back. The sun will be rising in a matter of moments it would be a sunrise without his darling Marja.
XoXoX
