Author's notes- finally got a bit of inspiration to write more… I hope it comes out as well or better so here goes.
Putting the jigsaw that was my separate thoughts together left large pieces of the picture empty. What did pirate mean exactly, was it a term or did they mean it in the historical way? This was one of the major questions. Why did Mihawk blame that boys death on me if it was him who was the murderer? Why did Shanks take me in if he and Mihawk were old rivals? I decided it was high time I got some answers. I found myself sneaking about the ship like a thief looking for treasure, I wasn't sure if there were places on the ship that I wasn't allowed in, what I did know though was that no matter what I would find out what I wanted even if I had to will myself to have a vision. Finally after wandering about for a while I found my first victim, the large man from yesterday standing and eating a chicken leg, where did he get that from anyway?
"Hi there lass are you lost?" He asked, ripping the skin from the chicken like an animal. I smiled at him a cunning side coming out in me I would question him first.
"No. No, I'm fine I was just wondering where we were headed." I answered putting my most earnest face on. He looked somewhat uncomfortable before answering:
"Where ever the logpose takes us." I looked at him questioningly for a while.
"What's a logpose?" He looked at me in return as though I was mad before shrugging and explaining what the navigational device was. "Oh." I said finally getting what he was saying. "So like SatNav?" I asked him smiling; sure I'd got what he was saying. He looked even more confused now.
"What's SatNav?" He asked so it was my turn to explain.
"So what are we gonna do when we get to the next island?" I asked getting straight back to the point, what do 'pirates' do I thought to myself as I waited for his almost instant reply.
"We're gonna go drinking of course." He replied as though it should be obvious. I was expecting him to say something like 'steal all their stuff' or 'kill all the men' seemed to me that the pirates weren't like the traditional pirates.
"So that's what 'pirates' do?" I asked almost angry that there was nothing more to these men than drinking and sailing about on a big ship. In return to my question he shrugged his shoulders again and walked off waving his hand behind him. This was going to be so boring, I was too young to drink so I couldn't join them and too bored of such trivial matters. I suddenly felt an unbelievable pain like someone had hit me in the back of my neck with a knife and my eyes began to itch and go dry. My world turned black. I sank into the future, melting into it like wet ink watching from a place that I didn't belong to, stood on the waves.
I watched as a slightly smaller ship with cannons approached the massive ship that I was currently residing in, in fact I could see myself hanging over the railings at the front watching the fish and laughing as one jumped so high I could almost touch it. The smaller ship was too far away for the 'pirates' (as they called themselves) to see. I felt myself try to move forward, to run and shout to the crew of the larger ship. Seventeen massive cannons were aimed at the big, beautiful ship. I saw my future self look up and then immediately after drape over the railings, having a vision, they were so inconvenient sometimes. The cannons shot through the ship at the bottom, the water soaking into the previously sturdy ship, a rain of another seventeen shot down the mast. I looked behind me, hearing a different noise, another boat was appearing, I could make the letters out on this one 'Marine'.
"They got 'em. They got the 'red haired pirates.'" Cheered one of the men enthusiastically.
"Don't forget our part." A large bear like man replied, he looked familiar to me almost like the man from before, the one that had punched me when I was having a vision. "We need to get the girl alive or else the captain'll be furious." He looked frightened of this captain man and I couldn't understand why.
"Hey." Another one said coming to the side of his friends as he watched the frightening show before us as Shank's ship started to sink to the bottom of the ocean. "Do you guys smell vanilla?"
I woke with a start. We were going to be attacked. I ran off in a random direction, running through hallways before finally running headlong into a red haired man.
"Oof" We both said at the same time, the man managed to stay upright but I fell straight to the floor. Normally I would have caught myself before I fell but my legs were barely holding me up from the strain of an out of body vision. I had never really had a vision of myself before and was slightly freaked by it.
"I'm so sorry." I said standing up, truth be told I wasn't sorry at all, I would have pushed him over and carried on if I had the strength but right now I didn't. The man made an mmm noise and bent down, holding a hand out to me I took it shakily standing on my painful legs. "I don't suppose you know where Shanks is do you?" I asked politely, hiding the desperation in my voice. He looked thoughtful with me screaming hurry up numbskull in my brain.
"Yeah I do." He replied, giving me a slight smile as he did so.
"Could you…" I blushed a little. "Could you take me to him?" I asked again politely, no urgency in my voice. He nodded curtly and led me off down another set of dark corridors, if I hadn't been in such a rush I might have worried where exactly he was taking me.
"Rockstar." He said to me pointing at himself. I could only guess that his first words were either I am or my name is.
"Angel." I replied less than interested in where the conversation was headed.
It seemed that Shanks either enjoyed being too out of the way for people to find or this was his room. I knocked loudly on the door willing my courage to bubble so that I could remain confident.
"Come in." Came a happy and dare I say drunk voice. I walked into the room to find Shanks and a few of the crewmembers all sat in the large room surrounded by sake. Only one man remained sober, his hair was grey and short though his face lacked wrinkles, he wasn't old but just not young either. "Angel!" Shanks said excitedly pulling up a seat next to him, I shook my head; he wouldn't be sat for long.
"I have disturbing news." I said carefully wanting to hurry this along before my vision came true. Shanks became sober again almost instantly, as did the other crewmembers that sat round the table, the already sober man became deadly serious, no smile on his face, no expression at all. "This ship is going to sink if you don't act fast." I finished. The man whom I had questioned earlier snorted into yet another chicken leg but Shanks did not share his humour.
"When?" He asked me serious beyond anything I had seen of him. "Who?"
"I don't know." I replied to him feeling ashamed. "All I know is that just before the event happens I'm going to have a vision, you have about half a minute to act during that time. The marines will be directly in front of the ship just beyond the mist, in fact if you look hard enough you should be able to see them." I replied to him. There was a quiet conversation going on discussing the authenticity of my claim and also my visions. Shanks however had no time for such words.
"Get the crew together." He shouted heading towards the deck as several of the men from the room ran to different parts of the ship gathering crewmen. I was running up on deck, following the 'Captain' when I felt it again pushing at my already aching body, I wasn't ready for another vision. I could see through my stinging eyes that the 'pirates' weren't ready for this.
"Shanks" I screamed at the top of my lungs to let him know what was going on before I fell into the world of the future again.