There is another brat standing at her doorstep, covered in dust and a streak of dried blood flaking off across her face, matching her own, and what she thought was intimidating, gaze with dead eyes and a slight down turn of her lips.
Luffy, Garp's bastard grandson that he dumped on them two months ago is happily standing beside the new red headed brat with the creepiest eyes she has seen in years, swinging their connected hands back and forth as the rest of her group stands behind her staring down at the two children.
At least Luffy had Garp's eyes so she could tell their familial relation, even that brat Ace could be argued looked like Garp if one stretched their imagination and never saw an image of Roger. But this new brat, there is nothing she shares with Garp or Luffy or Ace so she has no idea who this new brat is.
No, nope, she drew the line at Luffy and there was no way that this new brat would be staying here. She didn't need the added stress of having a little girl around once the boys got older.
The mess of red hair on the girl's head is nothing like her own personal ginger locks, and clashes horribly with the torn yellow shirt and mud covered green pants. The only thing that even remotely looks nice on the girl is the purple bandana doing a poor job of keeping her hair back and out of those eerie coloured eyes.
Never had she met a person with those pupil-less greenish coloured eyes and never again did she want to.
"Who the Hell are you." Her voice is stern, maybe if she can't get rid of the kid by glaring down at her she can't get rid of the kid by scaring her with her voice even if the girl never flinches at the sound of her raised voice.
"This is When." Luffy chirps happily having none of the tact to feel the tension between the two groups. What kind of a name is When though? "She's my nakama so she's staying here with me now." Well that explains how the kid survived the last few days out in the woods out on whatever harebrained adventure he found himself on.
"We're bandit's not a charity case. It's already bad enough you and Ace are staying here we're not taking in another brat." Dadan will not be taking in another brat. Doesn't matter if this one is a girl and judging from both Ace and Luffy's track record this one will probably be just as much trouble if not more. Wouldn't have surprised her any if the girl never had to work for anything all her life, she's probably used to having anything and everything given to her by her parents.
Only the girl is undeterred and, with those cold dead eyes still holding onto Luffy's hand, marches her way into the house they call their own not even batting an eye at the people leering over top of her, never paying them any mind and only humming to Luffy's rambled questions and completely ignoring her bellows demanding she stop and leave. The girl only stopped walking further into their house when Sochi steps into her path and levels his gun on her.
She can't tell what the girl is feeling at that moment, as she stares at her back watching as Luffy starts to freak out at her side followed by the rest of her group, but Dadan knows that even though she is a bandit and has done some pretty terrible things to a lot of people both on Dawn and on the neighboring islands but she does have a limit, a line drawn in the sand that even she won't cross and pointed a loaded weapon at a child with the plans to fire it - Sochi's finger is on the trigger, shaking with hesitation but still there - on said child.
Whatever she was going to tell Sochi at that moment to get him to stop dies halfway through her throat as she watches the girl, When she has to remember her name is When as strange as it is, raise a hand that should have been tanned but is now shiny and black up to her elbow and gently wrap her fingers around the barrel of the rifle.
There is a sound, a mixture between a crunch and a groan, as her grip goes from light to what would have been white knuckled had her skin not been black at that moment as the rifle barrel crumples in her grip, the indent of her grip folding the end of the barrel in making it unusable now as they all stand in silence watching as When turns back around to face them, eyes still dead and emotionless.
'I'm staying here." He voice is as dead sounding as her eyes look. "Anyone have any problems with that now? No, good." She turns back on her heel, "Oh, and the name's Wren. Foley Wren, don't forget it." she doesn't even turn her head to look at them before disappearing around the corner to the back bedroom where Luffy and Ace share a room, leaving a stunned group of bandits behind her as Luffy still chatters away happily at her side none the wiser as to the monster that walks beside him wearing the face of a little red haired girl.
Just where the Hell had this girl come from?
Wren had just been able to convince Luffy once they got back to the bandit's hut to wash up and that had given her a heart attack in itself.
She knew that sea water drained devil fruit users of their energy but hadn't expected Luffy to become deadweight the moment he settled into the bathtub with her that being another headache as she had tried to explain to him just why boys and girls shouldn't be naked in a tub together and wasn't one hundred percent sure he still fully understood why but that was discussion for another day.
That had confused the crap out of her, there was no sea water in their tub water that she could tell as there was neither smell of sea water nor the distinct taste, and left her questioning just what does and doesn't affect devil fruit users
Strategically washing herself in such a way that never touched the blood on her face, Wren spent half of the bath trying to clean Luffy as the boy made a game of avoiding Wren's attempts to wash his hair and the other half trying to make sure he never sank to the bottom of the shallow - but still deep enough - tub each time he was drained of energy.
At supper Wren had kept to herself, giving Luffy the odd verbal response as he chattered away at her side, only half paying attention to what he was going on about while trying to resist the urge to scratch at the dried blood still on her face all while trying to pick out Ace from all the bodies but unable to find him.
She had gotten some joy from the uncomfortable looks the bandits kept sending her whenever she met their eyes. Whether it was it from the blood still coating her face or from her squishing the barrel of that rifle she would probably never know but both answers pleased her.
After leading her to the back bedrooms Luffy had decreed that she would be sharing his bed with her, the other one in the small room to her was obviously Ace's but never mentioned it to Luffy because she didn't need him asking how she knew the other boy's name without knowing that there was another kid here.
The bedroom was nowhere near as nice as the one she had back on Volca. There was no real signs that kids stayed here; no toys no books, no drawing, nothing at all. There is no personal touch from either boy who lives here and with Luffy she could argue that he hasn't been there long - however long that it has even been - but from what she could remember of Ace's story he had lived here for most if not all of his life but it was clear from the lack of evidence of him even being there the other boy didn't consider this place his home.
He dragged his mattress, really more of just an old flat pillow, over to lay beside what she assumed was Ace's and, without giving Wren anytime, wrapped his arms around her like an octopus. Luffy was out like the light the moment his head hit the pillow, a snot bubble growing and shrinking with each inhale and exhale in time with his distended stomach.
Wren was surprised his stomach didn't literally explode from how full it was after Luffy had eaten his own share of supper and half of everyone else's, except for hers because she knew about his wandering hands and had made sure to keep an eye on them, unbeknownst to them. Must have been part of his devil fruit abilities.
While Luffy snored away right beside her ear, Wren laid awake splitting her time staring at the ceiling counting the wooden boards that made up the ceiling and watching as the moon slowly crept across the window pane - the only source of light in the room after the bandits had finally gone to bed themselves and shut off all the lights throughout the hut.
She had felt every second creep by, each time she tried to close her eyes and fall asleep her mind jolting itself awake eventually accepting the fact that she would not be getting a good night's rest.
For now she and Luffy were small enough to share the bed but that wouldn't last long so that would be something she would need to get soon and not from the bandits if they only gave Luffy and Ace used pillows for beds.
Sure they were all kids know, with two thirds of them having never gone through puberty before, but kids grew up and became hormonal teenagers before becoming adults no matter how much they wanted to stay kids.
Clothes would also be something she would need to deal with but luckily she and Luffy were about the same size for now and she would bet dollars to donuts that he wouldn't mind sharing. She also wasn't above stealing from Ace even if he threw a hissy fit about it.
It was well past midnight when she untangled herself from Luffy's octopus arms, the boy sprawling out like a starfish once she stood up, and wiped her palms over her tired eyes still unable to convince her body to shut down for the night.
She pads over to her backpack, digging around and trying to create as little noise as possible so she doesn't unintentionally wake Luffy, she'd eat her own shoe if the kid woke up hearing her rummaging around over his snores, and pulling out her tattered journal before slowly and carefully leaving the room and heading back to the main area of the hut.
Wren stops only once in the bathroom, flicking on the light and groaning as it assaults her tired eyes but forcing herself to adjust as she grabs a random face cloth from the closest and wetting it in the sink.
It's only then that she finally sees what the bandits have had staring in their face all day.
She thought that is was only a small bit of wolf blood that landed on her face, a few clumps dotted around her eyes and forehead, not the multiple dots and lines splatter crossed her face. No wonder her face had been itchy from the fluids drying. There was even a thicker line that had gone uninterrupted straight from her left cheek, across the bridge of her nose, and stopping on her right cheek.
War paint. It all looked like war paint from The Before if one ignored or didn't know that her face was covered in wolf blood.
As gross as Charlotte would have found having her face covered in wolf blood, Wren couldn't help but think she looked fierce like a warrior princess from some of the fairytales her mother used to read or make up for her.
Wiping away the speckles and large clumps, Wren hesitated on wiping away the long line bisecting her face, a memory nagging in her mind from her time as Charlotte thinking that it reminded her if something. A bird, something having to do with a bird and a city oppressed.
Shaking her head, Wren quickly wiped the remained of the blood away, throwing the now dirty face cloth in the garbage and shutting off the light to the bathroom before continuing on to the main area of the hut.
Carefully stepping around the sprawled out bodies of numerous bandits, the stench of alcohol quite clear in the air and maybe a few months before would have been overpowering to her senses but she had eventually became dull to it after living through numerous parties on her papa's ship, Wren finds a half broken chair empty of any drunken bandit and drags it to an empty spot in front of the still roaring fire.
Not exactly safe to have a fire still going and everyone old enough to deal with it dead sleep but it's not her problem if the hut catches on fire.
If she just focused on the single burning log, pushing the sounds of the snoring bandits into the recesses of her mind, letting the slight bit of heat it pumped out wash over her and let her imagination take over, Wren could picture herself back on Volca with her mama on one of the many nights the elder Foley took the both of them camping in the nearby forest.
A loud snort pulls her from her thoughts, a look of annoyance passing over her face before Wren lets out a short huff peeling open her notebook to look over her notes from what seemed like ages ago in the dim light of the fireplace.
There was claiming to remember events and only half-heartedly writing them down and there was actually integrating herself into the story, becoming a part of events.
The literal difference between life and death for some people if she had her way in rigging the odds.
She needed a game plan, a plan of attack, a grand scheme, a ten year plan, a-
-well, they were only so many ways to reword what she was going for but the intent was still there.
She was almost embarrassed by the notes she had written when she was younger, the names she used for the Strawhat crew seeming so childish even for a child, and flipped to the first available blank page to begin re-writing her own notes.
The notes she has about everything that happens prior to entering the Grand Line can be tossed aside, they were good when she was younger but now they are unimportant and have no real reason for being there as everything before the Grand Line was what one could call world building, letting everyone in The Before see who the main cast would be and how they all met.
Everything after entering the Grand Line was the most important parts.
Alabasta was one of the very first stops with the princess, Vivi, Baroque Works and Crocodile. There was a bomb involved and phonglyphs as well, and Robin joined the crew there.
Ace was there as well but she shoved those feelings aside to focus on the next event.
The legendary and mythical Skypiea and the would-be God. She would need to see about getting some shoes with rubber soles since most shoes were made with wooden soles with fabric covering them and she remembered that there was a man who used electric attacks.
Rubber conducts electricity so rubber soled shoes were a must before going there.
She could feel some rage build up in her and it took all her willpower to not pull out her hair when she remembered that this was the place and the first time any of the Strawhat crew would meet possibly the most dangerous man in the world.
Marshall D. Teach.
Wren almost snapped her pencil in two from the white knuckled grip she had on it as she stared down at the name she had just written and it wasn't until a few minutes had past that she could continue writing anything else, with a heavier hand from the still evident anger coursing through her.
Then there was the whole Water 7 debacle and something to do with Robin wanting to die. There they would lose the Merry but gain Franky and the Sunny. Also she was pretty sure that Garp was there for some reason and wouldn't the crew's reactions be even funnier in person this time.
Brooke was the next on the list and he was in the Florian Triangle unable to leave for some reason dealing with his shadow and Gekko Moria.
Sabaody was where everything went to Hell.
She needed to make sure that all the i's were dotted and all the t's crossed by the time they hit Sabaody. Every member of the Strawhat crew had to be able to use one if not two types of Haki, they just had to if they even wanted a chance at surviving everything that happened there, from the numerous pirates to avoiding getting put in the auction houses but above all else there was also Kuma.
They had to be ready to survive Kuma.
Because after Kuma came the war and maybe having extra hands on deck could be the difference between life and death for many people involved.
Wren shut her notebook, staring off into the fire.
The War of the Best flipped the world on its head and Wren was going to make sure that it flipped in favour of the pirates no matter what it took.
It seemed like she had just settled back down beside Luffy when said boy was jumping on her chest to wake up, the sun streaming in through the window illuminating the room with its rays.
Pinching her eyes closed to try and ward off the light and pretend it most definitely was not morning and she could go back to sleep, Luffy chose that moment to land heavily on her chest forcing a wheezing breath from her lungs and for it to feel like her eyes popped out of their sockets as they flew open and Wren's body folded in on itself slightly.
There was no going back to sleep after that rude awakening.
She could hear faintly the sounds of the bandits beginning to stir themselves, grumbles about loud noises and the light being too bright making up a majority of the muffed complaints.
Turning her head to look in the direction of where Ace's own bed had been during the night, when she had crawled back into bed with Luffy Ace's had been empty but she figured it couldn't have been that late even if her internal clock was screaming at her that it was almost morning, and even now it was obvious that the son of the pirate king never came back at all during the night.
She hoped nothing nefarious happened to him, that her even being on the island hadn't caused an unforeseen ripple.
Gently, more like a hard shove, pushing Luffy off her chest so she could fully sit up, Wren couldn't help but spy a handful of clothing shoved into a basket like object.
They didn't look to small and, looking down to play with the ends of her cropped short shirt, seeing as she only had the clothes on her back Wren was not going to be picky when it came to 'borrowing' new clothing.
She could only help that the clothes weren't stale or smelly, if there was one thing she couldn't stand it was stale and disgustingly smelly clothes.
"Those are Ace's." Luffy's head tilts to the side as Wren quickly pulls out a burnt orange shirt from the pile and throws it on over top of the one she's wearing, maneuvering to pull the bottom shirt out without taking off the top layer. "Why are you putting his clothes on?"
She knows Luffy wouldn't understand a thing about modesty but she does so this is the closest she will get to changing in front of him for her own sake.
At least this was Ace's shirt, so it ended lower on her body even now, because she wasn't sure if one of Luffy's would fit her given that she was older And now she could just see the barest hint of skin between the end of his shirt and beginning of his shorts, a sign he was out growing his own clothes. The one she was pulling off had to have been one that Makino bought earlier in hopes of Luffy growing into it.
"Because," she threw the now old shirt across the room to create a new pile of clothing, "mine was dirty." Yeah, that was as good an excuse as any while Luffy still had no concept of privacy.
He just seemed to take it with that large dopey smile before nodding as if her halfhearted answer was truly good enough, and maybe in his mind Wren could understand it was, before grabbing her hand and all but dragging her back out into the main room, luckily she was able to grab one of her smaller daggers and stuff it down the back of her pants with her free hand, where the bandits were starting to wake up and stumbling around like drunk elephants.
That was where Wren for her first official and in person looks at the boy who would grow to become the second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.
The boy sitting amongst the numerous lumbering bandits, unaffected by their stumbling steps and being a massive contradiction of fitting into the group while also sticking out like a sore thumb, was nothing like the man Wren knew he would grow to be.
He was just so...
So...
So...
Unimpressive.
Even from where she was standing in the doorway a handful of meters away from the older boy, she could still see the baby fat lining his face giving him a rounded look. His arms were twig thin, nothing like the trunks of muscles they would be when he got older. Not to mention the dirty bandages around both elbows and the gauze patch tacked onto his cheek.
He looked nothing like what Wren had been expecting and honestly, she hadn't known truly what she should have expected but it definitely wasn't what she got.
She locked eyes with Ace, steel grey meeting seafoam green, watching as he flinched at her gaze - something ninety-nine percent of the population she met did with only Luffy and Makino having no outward reaction - before steeling himself and eyeing her up. She can tell the exact moment he recognizes the shirt she is wearing as the scowl on his face deepens and he pointedly looks away from her.
A reaction a child would have to something they disliked but not matching up to her preconceived idea of him, or the man he would grow up to be.
"Hey!" Luffy all but yells into her ear and Wren has to resist the urge to push the raven haired boy away too harshly. "That's Ace! We should go sit by Ace so we can all be friends and go on adventures and-" Wren quickly shoved a fork full of plain white rice into Luffy's open mouth.
"How about," she negotiated calmly understanding Ace's tense body language and deep scowl better than the other boy even from the other side of the room, "just you and I eat together first then you can introduce me to Ace." Because it was going to happen sooner or later and the other boy might be more receiving if he could eat his own breakfast in relative peace.
That, and Wren didn't feel like dealing with an angry kid on an empty stomach and a lack of sleep.
Luffy at least agreed with that, Wren letting her tense shoulders drop at avoiding a fight so early in the morning, and grabbed her hand to lead her to a semi-cleared area by the large island kitchen where the bandits had, thankfully, left clean and alone.
As she slowly ate, skillfully slapping Luffy's wandering hands away from her breakfast; Wren couldn't help but notice an underlying rhythm in all the chaos.
About ninety nine percent of the bandits were suffering from hangovers and half drunkenly stumbling around but doing it in such a way that they only ever brushed arms against each other and even in such a way that had them spinning around like drunk ballerinas.
The only sober, or at least most sober, bandit was holding a simple coffee pot that might as well have been the Holy Grail from the way the other hungover bandits flocked to it and every time the bandit, a middle aged man of average everything, had his back to her he either grabbed a newly filled coffee pot or someone handed it to him because there was no way the five seconds hi back was to Wren he had time to brew a new pot.
It was actually kind of mesmerizing how he didn't get dizzy from all the spinning around in a circle he was doing, even Wren knew she would have felt sick after doing half of the revolutions he was doing.
So much in fact that Wren never registered Luffy finishing his breakfast plus the last half of her own until he was pulling Wren up off the ground with a surprising amount of strength for one so young and following after something.
That something turned out to be a someone, a someone named Ace.
"HEY ACE!" Luffy screamed out giving Wren no warning to cover her ears since the boy could yell quite loudly. "WAIT FOR US!" Wren would have face planted into the ground if it hadn't been for Luffy's grip on her hand yanking her along behind him and forcing her to find her footing as he leaped over a fallen tree and ran around boulders bigger than the bandit's hut as he chased after the small glimpses of orange that signified Ace was still in front of them.
After getting smacked with a low hanging branch for the umpteenth time, Wren was glad when she and Luffy burst into a clearing with one side leading up a hill.
Instead of huffing out a breath like she wanted Wren chose to instead glare at the back of Luffy's head for only a moment before digging a hand through her hair to pull out the three twigs that had gotten tangled during the mad dash through the woods.
"ACE!" Luffy hollered again letting go of Wren's hand to wave his own above his head to get the older boys attention.
Wren took that moment to pause from digging out the last annoying twig to look up the hill at the orange clad older boy noting how he seemed to have a permanent scowl etched on his face, an expression nowhere near what Wren could remember from the Before with the happy go lucky older brother figure to Luffy.
"COME MEET OUR NEW SISTER!" Wren didn't know whether to be shocked or annoyed at Luffy's proclamation. From previous knowledge Wren knew that Luffy thought of his crew as his extended family and she knew that him declaring her nakama and her agreeing to join his crew basically made her family in his eyes but it a whole other step to declare her Ace's sister and in return declare Ace her brother.
Ace clearly had very strong opposing opinions to Luffy's declaration if his next actions were anything to go off of.
If it was possible at such an age, Ace's scowl got deeper and even from where she was standing at the bottom of the sparsely tree covered hill Wren could see his grip get tighter on the battered metal pipe in his hand.
Wren would give credit where credit was due, Ace was quite strong for a child of about nine or ten as he was able to strike down a wide trunked tree beside him with a single hit from his pipe all without breaking said pipe which really should have either been in two pieces or one very bent one in Wren's mind.
It took a few moments, quite precious ones at that, for Wren's mind to finally catch up to just what was happening in front of her and by the time she was making a motion to turn and run away from the trunk that was rolling down the hill towards both her and Luffy and gaining speed with every passing moment the younger boy had rooted himself to the ground beneath his feet with both hands at either side of his head and screaming at the top of his lungs instead of doing something useful in the moment like running away from the tree.
"Luffy, run!" But Wren didn't think said boy could hear her yelling at him over the sound of his own screams of terror so with a shake of her head in aggravation at Luffy's lack of a light response to danger she grabbed the younger boy and started running in the direction the trunk was going but also at a slight angle to escape the danger zone that was the path directly in front of where the tree was rolling.
The trunk kept getting closer and closer closercloserclosercloSERCLOSERCLOSERTHERE-
There was a break in the trees that Wren dove for dragging Luffy behind her and landing with a great huff of breath from the impact of landing on the ground on her stomach and Luffy landing half on her half on the ground himself.
Hearing her heartbeat in her own ears, the sound of her blood pumping through her veins, Wren could safely say that neither in this life nor in her past life in the Before as Charlotte had she ever been so scared.
And...and...and...
And she was mad.
Gripping a fist full of dirt, twigs and dead grass Wren grit her teeth together in a snarl.
Forget everything she knew of Ace from the Before, Charlotte was clearly out of her mind if she thought this...this. This BRAT was worth saving for any reason. How Luffy ever got that brat of a child to see him as his brother escapes her and she can't even begin to understand just why he even chases after the older boy if this was how he treated people around him.
Clearly this was not the first time he had knocked over a tree in an attempt to kill someone or something if it only took him one hit with the pipe, that meant he knew just how hard to hit the tree to have it fall over and roll down the hill.
"Awe." Luffy whined, flipping himself onto his back to stare up at the sky but didn't remove himself from Wren's back as the girl in question slowly released her death grip on the handful of forest debris. "I guess Ace doesn't want to play today." Luffy's voice is dejected before perking back up again. "We can try again tomorrow I know tomorrow he'll want to play with us because now there's three of us and we can do so much more with three people and-"
"How about," Wren interrupted loudly while pushing herself up off the ground and pushing Luffy off her back, "we go get some food instead." That seemed like a better idea to Wren instead of chasing after Ace all afternoon.
"MEAT!" Luffy through his hands into the air above him and began chanting. "MEAT! MEAT! MEAT! Come on When, meat!" He popped up like a gopher out of a whole and without waiting for Wren to pick herself up had already grabbed her arm and began dragging her into the woods behind him.
"Luffy - hey, wait!"
They had caught a snake.
Well, Wren caught a snake to be more precise after Luffy had unintentionally stepped onto its head while they went looking for boars because, in Luffy's own words; "he knew where the best meat was."
And seeing as Wren had no idea about the layout of the forest besides what she had been able to see the odd moments when the two of them stopped for a break and she was able to sneakily use her Observation Haki to try and get a general idea of where they were in relation to where they had been, she had to rely on Luffy's knowledge of the forest.
What little knowledge that was at the end of the day.
Wren, out of the two of them, had the most knowledge about surviving off the land, having both been taught by her mama and having some of Charlotte's memories of going hunting with her own family and luckily out of the two women in the single body Charlotte at least had some knowledge about how to skin and cook a snake since there were none of Volca or at least Wren had never encounters any on Volca.
The only reason why they had even encountered the reptile was because it had a very interesting adaptation that allowed it to change the colour of its skin to camouflage itself into the ground around it, much like a chameleon from the Before. And it was because of that ability mixed with Luffy's uncanny luck to get into heaps of trouble that they were sitting around a small fire as Wren slowly and methodically went about skinning the snake that was about double the size of her.
If all went well and she didn't mess up the skinning she could always tan the hide and sell it to make some money to buy herself a new shirt.
It wasn't the easiest thing having to guy the giant creature with Luffy dancing and chanting around her but Wren was able to toss the mass of innards far enough into the woods around them that she felt safe enough to attempt to start cooking the meat.
That was until the meat immediately caught fire and proceeded to almost catch the rest of the forest around them on fire too.
Covered in ash and completely out of breath after attempting and successfully putting the almost forest fire Wren shared a look with Luffy before both children began to laugh, flopping back on the forest floor to look up at the pink changing sky above them.
Charlotte had never been a bad cook, she had taken after her own mother and while the older woman would have loved for her daughter to have been a chef she also respected that the younger girl knew what her dreams were. It was a shame that the ability to cook hadn't been passed on to Wren.
The girl in question frowned slightly, a small memory or when she had still been on Volca coming to the surface of her and her mama cooking in the kitchen, what it was they were cooking she couldn't for the life of her remember, when a series of unfortunate events had occurred and nearly caught the kitchen on fire.
'Just like your father. Can't be trusted to cook without something going wrong.' Her mama had remarked with that sly smile of hers and at the time Wren had loved the comparison to her papa believing it to be something that reaffirmed her connection to one of the most powerful people to sail the four seas in this great age.
Now though, it was just something else she had to remind her that her papa had abandoned her on this island with no family or friends.
"Come on Luffy," Wren sat back up dusting off the back of her pants as best she could, "let's head back. Maybe they'll have supper for us at Dadan's." She allowed herself to be dragged along behind Luffy, pulling her farther away from the evidence that she was just like her papa in some ways.
And Wren was quite content with that.
A/N:
Sorry about the late update, but with the easrly one last month I think I'm breaking even there.
So, Ace and Wren have finally met and neither like each other. And trust me, they aren't going to like each other for a good while.
Please remember to comment as that helps give me motivation to continue writing and if I have no interest in this story then I will not continue it.