I was sore about being forced to join the crew for a few days, (Shanks would say something like "You did willingly join! You offered anything!") I refused to acknowledge him for two days. Then he just put it upon himself to make my life harder.

He'd always annoy me when I was doing the stuff he told me to do. Sometimes he'd goad me into "practicing" on him.

Training with Shanks wasn't so bad, it really killed my muscles at first, then after about a month of sore limbs it didn't bother me any more. Then after that Shanks focused on helping me keep my concentration. I called the move I used on Shanks Ha-di, I had no idea what it meant but it felt fitting for that attack. One that I made up using both the Amaterasu and my kogatana was Tjesu heru, where I place the hilts of both blades together and thrust the blades at the enemy. It's very powerful, though Shanks told me it should only be used in practice duels or when desperate.

"How... am I doing?" I huffed out one day as I was doing my exercises.

"Very good, keep it up." I glanced up at Shanks.

He wasn't even paying attention. I pushed myself harder to stop myself from strangling him. "If your going to say you're watching at least pay attention!" I half-shouted at him.

"But I am." he said, I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"No you're not!"

He said something inaudible, but I didn't care what he'd said, I just pushed myself harder. After a few moments Shanks said, "If you push yourself any harder your going to pass out from exhaustion."

I stopped and took a break. Shanks once again said something, but I was breathing to heavily to be able to hear him. "What?"

Shanks looked a little surprised, then smiled, "I said you worked yourself to hard."

It's because I wanted to impress you, then to stop myself from strangling you. I thought.

"So?"

"So, if you keep training like that you're going to end up dead before you even fight your first fight!"

I looked away. "Sorry." Shanks always chastised me for working to hard, he seemed like a worrying parent. Which I guess isn't to far off from how our relationship is, I was the rebellious/still-sore-I-had-to-join-a-pirate-crew teenage daughter, he was the drunken-yet-strict father.

"It's OK. I just wish you'd stop pushing yourself so hard."

"My business, not yours." I said.

"I don't care, you don't have to prove anything to me."

"I'm not trying to prove anything to you."

"Then who?"

I started to say something, but the words died in my throat. I looked around at all my crew mates, I knew I would never need to prove myself to them. So why was I so determined to prove myself? "I... I don't know..." You're weak. The nasty voice reminded me. And no amount of training you do will make you stronger. "Shut up!" I hissed at it, drawing the attention of everyone on deck at the time.

Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. Everyone went about what they'd been doing before, Shanks was just staring at me. "Leanah," He started softly, "What's bothering you?"

"Nothing." I lied, as I got up, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room." After the walk to my room I sat down on my bed, the surrounding area was rather plain, four walls, a door, my suitcase sitting haphazardly on the floor near a large chest filled with my clothes, my swords were leaning against the chest. I placed my head in my hands. That dream from a while ago was still bothering me. Was that a memory? Something from my past? What was that voice who apologized?

There was a soft rap on my door. "Go away."

The door opened anyway, "My ship." Shanks closed the door behind him. "Now tell me what's wrong?"

"When did you become my dad?!" I demanded as I glared at him. "I don't need any help!" I turned completely away from him, crossing my arms.

"You say no, but your actions say yes."

"Oh don't pull any of that crap on me, I can fix my own problems."

He stood there stubbornly, "And I think that's your problem, you've never once asked any of us for help, or asked us anything. How do expect us to help if you never say anything?"

"Easy, I don't expect your help. I've always had to do things on my own. I've always been alone, I don't need any help." I shooed him away, rubbing my arms, the scars there making me nervous with him this close, I didn't want him to see them, even though I had no idea what they meant.

Shanks stayed silent, and leaned against the door. After a long moment of thought for the both of us he said, "While it's all good that you remembered that, that is one thing I will not stand for on my ship." He walked over and knelt down, I reluctantly turned to him so we could see eye-to-eye, "Leanah, I don't care what your life was like before, or even if you remember what it was like before! Your on my ship and a part of my crew, we rely on each other on this ship, if you need anything- and I do mean anything-you just tell me." He pulled me into the best hug a one-armed guy could give, "You don't have to keep your problems to yourself anymore. So stop."

Tears burst from where ever I'd been hiding them. "Th.. thank you captain." I leaned into his shoulder and started crying. "I d... don't know whats wrong with me!" I sobbed, "I want to remember! I really do! Yet... I don't, I'm afraid to get them back. Because, what if I do and I don't like who I was? I'd hate it to never get them back, and I'd hate it to get them back!"

He gently whispered, "It's alright. It doesn't matter, your memories don't define you, you define you."

His words weren't at all surprising, I'd come to expect things like this from him. I hugged him back, my tears dried. "Thank you."

Shanks stood up, "Hey, it's the least I could do." He smiled, is there anything you want to talk about?"

I smiled, then became deadly serious, "I have something I want to show you, but you have to promise you won't say anything."

"I promise."

I slowly started to roll up my sleeve, keeping my wrist against my chest, "I-" my voice was cut off by another person shouting.

"Hey Boss! I got some new I know you're going to love!"

Shanks and I exchanged glances, I knew we were thinking the exact same thing. We both rushed out of the room and were on the deck in no time flat. I had already rolled my sleeve back down.

"What is it?" He asked the new crew mate I'd never seen before.

"Well, I assume you've heard that Buggy had been causing some trouble here in the East Blue."

"Yeah..."

"Well some new pirate burst onto the scene and up-rooted Buggy, he's some new up start."

"Name?"

"Wasn't able to catch one." The man said sighing.

A clear name appeared in my head, Monkey D. Luffy I thought, then dismissed that. Luffy- by Shanks description would only be 16 years old. That's three years younger than I am, still, I thought stubbornly Shanks was 14 when he joined his old crew, so who says Luffy can't make one at 16?

"Hey." I said suddenly, "I don't know about you guys... but I could really go for a drink right about now."

This got some glances from the crew, whom all looked to Shanks. he tilted his head in thought, then an absolutely huge smile dominated his face, "Why not?"

There was much rejoicing (and beer)! After a few well placed alcoholic beverages I raised my glass and declared, "To Buggy the clown, that new pirate, and many more adventures!" This got cheers from the drunken portion of the crew, and odd stares from the still somewhat sober part of the crew.

"Agreed!" Shanks shouted as he downed another glass. He beamed at me, "Another toast! To my crew, my old crew, and to the future king of the pirates!" More cheers and drinking from every one.

I love this ship, I thought to myself as I drank another glass, I really hate to ask it... I'll wait just a few more days. Yeah that sounds good... A few more days with these guys, then I'm going to ask to leave the ship. I felt horrible. I don't want to go!