Part 3
The sun was going down already as Hancock finally reached the center of the village; directly in front of the Kuja-castle. It was a wonderful sight, enthroned over the rest of the buildings. The village itself was located in a big hole carved into the highest Mountain of the island. It was surrounded by massive walls that protected the Kuja from the creatures of the jungle. The Kuja-tribe lived almost completely isolated from the rest of the world thanks to the calm belt. But despite this fact, its architecture, cuisine and arts made other so called civilizations pale in comparison...
The young Amazon entered the main court of the village. One of the elders was sitting in front of a camp fire, a handful of young girls surrounding her. Hancock spotted her two sisters among them. Every evening they woud listen to another fantastical story about the Kuja-pirates and their travels on the grand line.
The elder, who was a former pirate herself, would describe to them the look and taste of pure shining snowflakes, that would fall from the sky on some parts of the world. She'd tell them about the endless burning deserts and the wonderful sound of the wind you'd only hear there. And when they were lucky she'd even drop one or two things about "men". Of course she did so in a whisper, since only talking about them was almost obscene.
Nonetheless Hancock didn't care about those bland descriptions. They were trivial to her, since one day she'd go out there and see it all for her self.
But since the girl had nothing better to do she sat down between her sisters.
The two of them over towered her easily, even though she was the eldest of them. But when they had trouble she'd end up helping them out like a real big sister should do. Even though she didn't quite show it, she cared deeply for them.
Right now they were so lost in the story that they didn't even notice her join. Hancock started to listen to the story halfheartedly. The raspy voice of the elder began to speak
"All Hope was gone, the people were preparing for their demise. But in this darkest time the very first Snake princess would gallantly face the foe. Without fear she opposed the ruler of the jungle. The gigantic demon-snake would tower in front of our princess like a mountain, its menacing fangs sparkling in the sun. But our princess wouldn't shift; instead she looked it straight in the eyes."
Hancock yawned audible; the elder paused for a brief second and looked at the source of this tremendous rudeness.
Hancock hated history lessons, especially such corny ones. But listening to the story was not a waste of time. It had just given her THE idea on how to solve her problem! She knew how she could impress Dahlia and even her princess!
"Please don't stop, tell us more about the princess!" a bright voice prompted, it belonged to Hancock's sister, Sandersonia.
"I'm sorry Sonia, enough stories for today "Hancock interrupted loudly.
"Oh come on, Hancock! Just one last story, please!"The youngest sister Marigold joined the conversation.
"Oh Mari…enough already…"The impatience in Hancock's voice was almost threatening.…
"How would you have defeated the snake?" the elder asked curiously. The light of the campfire was illuminating her wrinkly face.
"I would just give it the beating of its life! A snake is nothing. Someday I will be the princess and make the whole world bow down to me, you will see." Hancock answered in an unimpressed tone and brutally grabbed her two sisters by the neck.
„Almost thought so…" the elder answered with an ambiguous smile
"Good night, everyone! We have to go!" With this words Hancock forcefully dragged her sisters away from the campfire.