Ohaiyo, crazy One Piece fans! This is my first fanfiction, so please, super-strict fanfiction megacritics, cut me some slack.
One Piece obviously belongs to Eiichiro Oda, who is not me. Obviously.
When she was little, she and Kohza had tried to imagine how they'd die. They'd assumed that they would die in Arabasta of old age.
She hadn't thought she would die like this, out at sea and still sixteen, by falling off a cliff.
Nonetheless, there was a smile on her face as she fell.
At least she would die knowing that they were safe.
At least she would die knowing that, shaken they would be, they would have the sense to run back to the ship and sail away safely.
The smile grew wider as she thought about them. They had that effect on people, to light up their day by entering one's mind.
And you're thinking why I'd write such a short fanfict? Don't worry, I'll be back. This is just the beginning! Stay tuned, follow, favourite and review!