A.N: Set in Robin's childhood, so no spoilers.
Hatch 16: Average Winter Night
Young Robin walked along the empty streets. Despite being tired, hungry and freezing she refused to stop. Moving kept her a little warmer, and if she stopped she might fall asleep without waking up anymore. She didn't want that. However, staying on the move made her even hungrier, so she decided to find a restaurant or at least a café and go through its garbage, hopefully to find something eatable. Luckily it didn't take long for her to find a small café. Circling behind the building, Robin looked around before opening the trashcan. She found some dried up bread and donuts, luckily wrapped in paper, probably in order to keep rats away. Robin smiled; this was far better than she expected or usually found. Gathering few backs in her arms, she walked a bit further away in case someone came. People didn't usually like her going through their garbage despite it wouldn't do them any damage.
Sitting down, Robin took out a piece of bread. As she ate it she checked exactly how much she had. There were two chocolate donuts, a little dried up but still perfectly eatable in Robin's opinion. There were also two darker breads, one very hard even for Robin who was used to dried up food. The last piece of bread tough, nice shade of golden brown was surprisingly soft. Robin put everything except the piece of bread she was already eating back in the bag, holding it tightly. She didn't want to lose it. Of course, she could've eaten more, but having gotten used to eating little in these two years she'd been on run she was no longer even able to eat much at once. And if she ate too much and became too full running would be harder when she had to do so. Getting thirsty, Robin glanced at the pile of snow next to her. Was it clean enough to use as drinking water? Yes, it should be okay and even if it wasn't it wouldn't be the first time she'd be drinking dirty water. She had quite strong immune system already. Making up her mind Robin scooped up some snow in her hands in order to drink it. Finishing her meal, Robin wondered if she'd be able to find a safe place to sleep where she wouldn't freeze to death. It was about -8 degrees Celsius outside, so not really that cold, but one certainly shouldn't sleep outside in that kind of weather, especially if it started to snow. But she really did have to sleep before she passed out; she hadn't slept in over 24 hours. She knew nowhere was safe for her, but inside a building she'd be safe from the cold. All cafés and most likely restaurants were already closed, but maybe she could sneak in to a bar. If she could do that she should be able to find a peaceful spot out of sight. She got up, starting to search for a bar. Finding one was easy; just follow the noise. Circling around the building, Robin smiled as she found the backdoor. It'd be much easier to get in from there than the front door. Using her powers, Robin saw that it was clear. No one would see her if she snuck in now. Doing so, she looked around quickly. Where would she not be disturbed and found? Seeing a closet, she peeked in. A cleaning supply closet; that would do. It was full of stuff anyway; if someone came to get something they probably wouldn't notice Robin if she hid in the back. Settling down, Robin smiled. She had found enough food for a few days and had a warm place to sleep. This wasn't really a bad evening.
A.N: Tomorrow we'll take a look at the life of the White Beard pirates.