Namizou stared at the tattoo on his shoulder. Arlong's derisive laughter swirled around him, filling his ears and mind with nothing but despair and fury. Frustrated, angry tears fell.
'Mizou seized the nearest weapon, a dagger, and stabbed the tattoo repeatedly. Make it stop, make it stop, make it st-
The navigator's wrist had stopped.
The boy peered up. Seeing who it was, he frowned. "Go away, Luka. This isn't your business."
Luka's face was blank. "No."
Mizou lost all hope. "Go go go go go go..." He flung dirt at the pirate captain, but she did not waver. The tears came harder and harder.
"Help me, Luka," he sobbed. "Help me..."
Luka took off her hat and shoved it onto the crying boy's head, before turning and running off to Arlong Park.
Namizou began to climb out of the downward spiral of the Arlong Pirates.
AN: By the way, I don't own the song Here Comes the Sun. That's owned by the Beatles.
