Authors notes- This chapter isn't particularly important however please read it, also don't skip the bits in italics and stars there gonna come in handy later, I think (psychologically any how.)
Recap: "Pirates don't exist!" I scream at him before storming off into the trees angrily. I see a few of the men's heads turn to me a look of shock on their faces. Once out of view of the party of men I break into a run getting as far away from them all as possible. Finally after about five minutes of exhausting weaving through trees I reach a satisfactory moss covered ground where I curl up and close my eyes letting the curtain of sleep fall over me.
The little girl watched her mommy carefully, ever since daddy had left her mommy had cried all the time. After a while the little girls grandma had taken her away to stay with her for a few days leaving the little girls mommy all alone. The little girl forced herself to watch her mommy through her visions watching as days and weeks went by. At first the little girl didn't understand, her mommy was getting fatter each time she had a vision and then suddenly after about seven visions she wasn't fat any more. As time went by the little girl's mommy got better and the little girl could stay with her all the time rather than just some times. She was glad because being away from her mommy made her anxious, even though her grandma was really nice to her and spoiled her. The little girl decided to learn a lot more than the other children at school, she had discovered she had the gift of being able to pick up languages quickly from people who spoke the language she was learning and so the little girl flourished. Her mommy was happy every single time the little girl told her of the new things she had learnt and though her mommy thought it was strange she told her that she had a gift for learning things, the little girl never let her secret slip, her mommy was too busy to deal with the little girl. Gradually her mommy got bigger and bigger and after three months her mommy got really sick and had to go to the hospital. When her mommy came back home again she was sad, the little girl didn't understand and her mommy never told her why she was sad.
I felt something soft under my back and something warm above me, for a moment I thought I was back at home in my soft warm bed. Cracking an eye open I saw that the walls were not the light lavender that mine were nor were there pictures of my six-year-old self with my mom and dad. The room had plain wooden flooring with red walls, no knickknacks or pictures marred the walls and the room was completely bare of any personal items. Lifting myself up I looked around the room trying to decide where I was. I had fallen asleep in a mossy patch now I was here in this warm room. I lifted myself from under the covers swinging my legs over the side of the bed and touching the floor with my warm bare feet; I tensed up slightly, the cold entering me through my toes. I pulled my arms above my head stretching widely and yawning silently. I stood up, wobbling slightly as I made my way across the large room to the large wooden door. I felt something strange. Looking down I could see that someone had redressed me, changing my bandages, which had gotten muddy when I had gone to save Mihawk. My clothes were now clean and not ripped. I wore a simple tight white shirt that I swiftly unbuttoned to a reasonable height on my body allowing cool air to wash over my boiling hot skin. A simple skirt that had obviously been made quickly as it seemed to be frayed and the left over thread tickled at my legs. The skirt hugged my hips remaining miraculously, if I may say so, attached to my body. Deciding that I was relatively pleased with these new clothes they were much better than my previous blood soaked ones. I carried on towards the door grasping the cool handle in my hands, pulling it roughly as I made my way out of the warm room. What stood before me was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, the bow of a ship that had railings of a pure red flowed before me and came to a magnificent point. I have never been on a ship before in my life, standing here the sun beating down on me, the wind blowing my tangled locks, the sound of the sea crashing against the great beast of a boat I felt truly at home. My cares somehow just dissipated, diluting into the sea that lay spread out before me. Though I should have been afraid of where I was, I could not help but run to the end of the ship and bend double over the edge, almost screaming in delight as I saw the dolphins in front dancing and weaving, laughing with me. I heard footsteps behind me and then a booming laugh, I turned to sea the red haired man from yesterday, Shanks I think Mihawk called him.
"So," he said greeting me with a smile and coming to the bow also, leaning over the edge he carried on "You're awake." I nodded silently feeling slightly less confident than I had yesterday with Mihawk by my side. Forget Mihawk I told myself, I don't need anyone to trust in, I've always got by alone. Shanks turned his head to me a smile still plastered on his face. I turned to him hoping that my voice would sound as confident as his, sadly this plan failed and I could only compare myself to a frightened mouse.
"Where's Mihawk?" I asked quietly. The man looked at me, a thoughtful look covering his face.
"He left this morning," He answered slowly, watching me carefully. "He said he had some business to attend to and that you should stay with us during his time away." I felt slightly angry at this, I was not a child any more I did not need to be baby-sat by this man and his band of misfits. Instead of arguing I simply let my shoulders fall, defeated; Mihawk could be halfway across the sea by now besides it wasn't shanks's fault that he left me here.
"He told me to explain what happened yesterday to you." Shanks said, as if this might make me feel better, surprise, surprise it didn't. I gave him a look that said carry on and so he did. "When you took Mihawk's sword you somehow hypnotised yourself into using his moves, it was rather bizarre actually." I scoffed at this I didn't hypnotise myself and I didn't kill that boy either!
"I didn't kill that boy!" I replied to him angrily.
"No." He agreed, "No you didn't, Mihawk did." And with that he turned and left me to my thoughts. Somewhere in the back of my mind cogs were turning telling me that though this man had told me the truth he had withheld information, important information. And so with invisible hands I began to put the jigsaw pieces together, starting with the repetition of this pirate idea, by law if different people talk about the same thing there must be some truth in it.