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When Law went to collect Elena from her room that morning he was surprised to see that she was still sleeping. She hadn't even heard him open the door it seemed. He quietly walked over to her and nudged her shoulder

"Get up" he said with his usual demanding tone. Just like that she snapped out of a dead sleep and sat up, flinching slightly

"I'm sorry!" She apologized. Law just stood there as she took in her surroundings. "Oh…" he heard her say as she realized where exactly she was and who she was speaking to.

"Sorry…I thought you were someone else" she apologized. His eye twitched at her apologizing, one over-apologetic person on board was enough and that spot was currently filled by Bepo.

"Who did you think I was?" He asked, still trying to wheedle little bits of information out of her.

"Just someone." Was her response.

"Well breakfast is ready if you want to eat. I'm going to give you a full physical after breakfast." He explained, she looked at him oddly as she got up to follow.

"Why?" She questioned.

"I need to make sure everything is alright." He explained to her.

"I appreciate the concern but I'm fine" she said.

"Oh I'm not concerned about you, I just have to make sure you aren't going to infect my crew with anything." He said dryly as he walked.

He heard her feet stop and when he looked behind him she had her mouth open with an affronted look on her face that made him smirk.

"I am not diseased!" She said loudly, the loudest he had heard her talk yet. Interesting.

"I'll be the judge of that." He said, still hiding his shit-eating grin. He heard her huff behind him but the footsteps resumed. The pair walked into the dining area where the rest of his crew had already gathered. Many of them greeted him as they walked in and he nodded back pleasantly as he took his seat.

The girl sat down where she had the night before and looked a little nervous, eyes darting back and forth as she reached for her food. There was that strange behavior again, like she was going to get scolded for eating. Obviously no one did anything of the sort and he could see her start to slowly relax. She didn't eat as quickly as the night before, but he could still see a guarded expression on her face and she leaned her entire body over her plate as the ate.

"Captain, we seem to be closer to the next island than expected. The currents weren't as strong as I had predicted so we covered some extra distance during the night. We should arrive at the island by late tonight." Bepo reported. Law nodded to his navigator and best friend. Excellent, they would be rid of their guest sooner than he had anticipated.

Breakfast was over fairly quickly, his crew wasn't one to take their time while eating. If they took too long another one of their crew mates would likely steal something off of their plate. As they began to disperse to their stations he nodded to Elena.

"Come with me." He instructed, she did as she asked without question. He led her to his operating room and motioned for her to sit on the examining table. She did so with some difficulty as she tried to hoist herself up, but ultimately she managed.

"So what exactly is it you want?" She asked, he could see a guarded expression on her face.

"Just a routine physical. First I need to ask you some questions. First would be your full name." He asked, pulling out a clipboard as he took a seat.

"Elena Suggitt."

"Where are you from originally?"

"The Briss Kingdom in the South Blue."

He looked up at that. "Well you are rather far away from home, aren't you?"

"Where are we?" She asked worriedly. She didn't know where she was? Surely she had some inkling.

"The North Blue. You were floating away from the Lvneel Kingdom when we found you." He responded. "Now how old are you?"

He waited for an answer but he got none. When he looked up to prompt an answer she was staring in shock.

"I'm in the North Blue?" She asked, she sounded completely caught off guard. He nodded in affirmation and she took a deep breath.

"Now hold old are you?" He asked again, not having much patience for her shock.

"I'm…um…" She counted on her fingers, one at a time, as she looked up as if she was recalling something. "I think I'm 22 now" she said.

"You think?" He prodded with a raised eyebrow. After he received no response again he decided to continue on.

"I assume you don't know your height and weight?" He remarked, standing and going over to where he kept his scales.

"No" she said as she hopped off the table and walked over to where he was gestured to the measuring devices.

"Lets see…5'6"…..only 100 pounds….you should be at the very least 120 at your height. 135-140 would be the target weight." He explained with slight surprise. He knew she was malnourished but not this much.

"Alright, sit back down on the table" he instructed, watching as she struggled again. Yeah, he definitely didn't believe her when she said she was a strong fighter. She could barely lift her own body weight.

He stepped forwards and began with using his stethoscope to record her heartbeat. Then he moved on to her reflexes and shining a light in her eyes, everything was going routinely until he requested that she lay down. She looked exceptionally nervous as she did so, but complied anyways. When he began to feel her abdomen to assess the consistency, size, location and tenderness of her organs she freaked.

She slapped his hands away, catching him off guard.

"Don't touch me!" She said with a shaky but dangerous voice as she scrunched up and scooted as far back into the corner as she could. Law was beginning to piece together the situation, a sinking feeling of pity in his gut.

"I'm sorry. Here, I'll go sit over here, alright?" He told her, a bit more gently than he usually spoke. The last thing he wanted to do was spook her right now, that would be more trouble than it was worth.

She continued to sit in the corner, hugging her knees and staring at him warily. He stared back at her.

"How did you say you escaped from prison again?" He asked.

"I wasn't in prison…" She said quietly.

"You said you were a prisoner."

"Yeah."

He sighed in frustration, sensing he wasn't going to get much more out of the girl. Not right now at least.

"Fine. Come with me."

He led her back to her small room which was just fine with her. The lock clicked again and she crawled under the comfortable blankets. She was pretty sure anything would feel comfortable compared to what she used to sleep on. She was tired of Law's questions, with any luck tomorrow morning she would be able to leave here.

She didn't really have a plan yet, she had no food, no money, no skills, no way to get a job, no shelter, no clothing and no one to look out for her.

All she knew was that she needed to get as far away from that island…somewhere in the Lvneel Kingdom Law had said…as possible. Then she would get help and return for the others.

She didn't know where she was going to find help exactly…she couldn't go to the marines, they were some of the brothels best customers after all. Mercenaries? Maybe, but she didn't have any money to pay them with. She had no idea, hopefully someone would take pity on her and help her find work or somewhere to stay and then she could ask around.

What would you do, Arienne?

She missed her big sister. It seemed like she always knew the right answer, a smile graced her face as she thought about her. Her hand reached up to trace the twin scars on her cheek, smile slowly fading at the reminder of the day her life ended. The boat ride to the island seemed to take forever, although they were all too drugged up to have any semblance of time.

"You just had to scar the face, Antone!?" Dario had exclaimed as he examined her, she hadn't known his name at the time. She and the other girls had been lined up as Dario walked up and down, staring at each one. Instead of flinching under his gaze she held it firm, subdued fire raging in her eyes. He stared at her for another moment before moving back to the front of the room.

"Alright. I will take that one" he pointed to a shivering blonde, "that one" pointing to a redhead with freckles dusting her face and shoulders, "that one" a small girl who couldn't be over thirteen years old, "that one" he pointed at Arienne, "and that one" he pointed at her.

"Alright. Men, take the throw outs. I don't care what you do with them but they can't leave this island." The Captain who had brought them here said. There was screaming and panic as the girls who hadn't been selected were dragged away. Elena's gut seized as she watched it happen, helpless to do anything. Suddenly an arm grasped hers, she turned to see one of the pirates trying to drag her away with the others.

"Not her you lug!" The Captain exclaimed, hitting the pirate on the head as he released her. She huddled by Arienne who hugged her tightly.

"But look at her face! She won't sell!" The pirate argued.

"It's my decision. I'm the one paying for them." Dario said, handing over an enormous bag of gold. It was more than Elena had ever seen in her life.

"I'm not complaining. What are you gonna do with her though?" The Captain said, shaking the bag to determine how much gold was in it.

"Don't worry. I've got a special job for her."

The next time she saw Arienne, it was her cold lifeless face staring up at her. It was then in her life that she realized God didn't exist. How could he when he let things like this happen? If he existed then why would he save her? Arienne was the one worth saving. She was beautiful, smart, talented, she had so much to offer the world. Who was she? She was just a scarred, frightened girl who had barely learned to read before she quit school to help her mother with the shop.

She laid down on the comfortable mattress and closed her eyes, but unbidden images came to her mind as she did so.

"You will take care of the girls in this house. We are on an island, surrounded by water on all sides, no one knows you are here and the ones who do are not here to help you. You will not ask them for help, if I find out that you have then I won't hesitate to slit your throat. Understood?" Dario explained, sitting on his bed while she stood stock still and terrified in front of him.

She nodded hesitantly, but it seemed to be enough for Dario. He gave a sickeningly sweet smile that she learned was more manipulative than genuine, and reached out to stroke her hair.

"Good girl." He cooed, she flinched as he played with her hair. "Don't worry now, I'll take good care of you. You've got it good, you are way better off here, you'll see. But if you want me to take care of you, you have to take care of me." He said with a dangerous glint in his eyes as he pulled her onto the bed.

She had fought him. She quickly learned why fighting Dario was a bad idea. She was only fifteen and it had been her first time, she had cried all night long. After the next few times the tears stopped and after that she learned to go deep inside her head where she could pretend it wasn't happening until it was over.

She opened her eyes, now filled with tears. Why did this happen to her? What did she do wrong? There was no way any sort of God would allow that to happen. She used to have dreams, aspirations. Maybe they weren't big ones but they were there.

She wanted to take over the shop for her mother when she was old enough, meet a nice man and settle down, maybe even have a few children of her own.

Now her mother was dead, the shop burned to the ground along with the rest of the village, finding a man was the very last thing on her mind and children…they weren't possible anymore.

"Hold still. This won't hurt a bit!" The doctor had said.

He lied.

It stung like hell, the doctor had apparently gone around to all the new girls and then paid her a visit. After poking and prodding her for a while he pulled out a syringe and stuck it into her arm.

It only took moments before she felt the worst pain of her life down in her lower stomach. She fell down onto her knees as she clutched it, looking at the doctor with wide frightened eyes.

"Don't worry dear, this will just ensure we don't have any happy little accidents down the road" the doctor chuckled.

She wanted to scream at him, he acted like she wanted to be here, like she was a willing participant. But she couldn't make out anything over the pain, tears flooding out of her eyes as she screamed. She vaguely felt someone patting her hair and registered it as the doctor.

"W-what did you do to me?" She asked with a choked voice after the pain subsided.

"Like I said, to ensure no little bundles of joy come along."

"I- I can't have kids? Ever?" She asked in disbelief. That couldn't be it, one little shot couldn't have taken that away from her forever.

"That is correct."

She missed Arienne. Her mother. Her life. She laid in bed and cried, truly cried for the first time that she had allowed herself in years.

She cried for hours. Ignoring the redheaded man telling her lunch was ready, ignoring the doctor coming in to tell her to come with him to dinner, ignored the tray of food he had finally set down in her room a few hours later with a frustrated look on his face.

She just laid there. But deep inside her there was a spark. She was coming back for the other girls, even if it killed her.