Thanks for reading. I don't own One-Piece. I only own my OC Monkey.D. Lucy and any other aspects I might add. This is a fictional story and a safe community, so please feel free to share constructive advice and any ideas you might have.
I just got back to the base/ship with my daughter. It is a party right now, so nobody notices me, all too drunk. She has the same eyes as her mother. She is adorable.
Monkey.D.Lucy
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I don't know what to do. I can't give her to Garp. Even though he would love her, his methods of raising kids are borderline abusive. I can't do that to her.
"Sir, Sir
..... CAPTIAN" I startle with the voice of my right-hand man yelling at me.
"shut up," I roared.
My little girl opened her eyes and started balling. I started freaking out till I remembered the music box luna gave to me. It had her singing 5 different songs. I turned it on, and it sang out.
Early in the morning, I still get a little bit nervous. Fighting my anxiety constantly, I try to control it.
I don't know if you get it 'cause I can't express how thankful I am That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand
I don't wanna lose control. Nothing I can do anymore Tryin' every day when I hold my breath Spinnin' out in space pressin' on my chest I don't wanna lose control.
Sometimes I still think it's coming, but I know it's not. Tryin' to breathe in and then out, but the air gets caught. 'Cause even though I'm older now and I know how to shake off the past
I don't wanna lose control. Nothing I can do anymore Tryin' every day when I hold my breath Spinnin' out in space pressin' on my chest I don't wanna lose control.
You've seen how I've grown. You took all my doubt. 'Cause you were home
I don't wanna lose control. There's nothing I can do anymore. I don't wanna lose control. Nothing I can do anymore, anymore Tryin' every day when I hold my breath Spinnin' out in space pressin' on my chest I don't wanna lose control - Zoe Wees.
She calmed down but did not fall back to sleep. I hear an almost silent, "Sir." I realized I was crying. "Wes, what is it? "I whispered. "Is that your daughter, sir?" "Yeah." I said, "Luna didn't make it" It is not a question. It is a statement. "I don't know what to do, Wes. She is not safe here, and I can't give her to Garp."
"I have an idea. Listen before you freak out. Which crew is big enough that she would not go noticed by the marines. Which crew treats members like family and is powerful enough to protect her." Sates Wes.
"White Beard," I say, realizing it is all true. " but I want her to have the power to chose her own path," I said even though that it can never be true. "She would always be on the run as a civilian, and she could never be a marine," says Wes, sadly tickling her. A little giggle was heard.
"I'll set up a meeting," Wes says. "Alright," I reply.
Monkey.D.Lucy p.v.o
I sprang awake by yelling and started balling. Where am I? All I see Is a huge man. I clam down when I hear that pretty lady sing again. Then I remember what I was called Monkey.D.Lucy. That must be my father and mother, then I think. They're talking about something important, it seems, so I go quiet.
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Wait! White Beard. What happens to give me to Garp, not that I am complaining. Wait, that means I am not going to foosha. So that means no Ace or Sabo. What about the story? This isn't good. Wait, I don't care. This is my life, not some story just like that ugly angel said. I think even as I let out a laugh at the tickles I am getting.
I feel myself fall back to sleep and can't wonder what is to happen. Why me? angel I didn't even want to reincarnate even more so not as some hero. I guess now heroine. I was fine as friend A I want it back.
Thanks for reading. I don't own One-Piece. I only own my OC Monkey.D. Lucy and any other aspects I might add. This is a fictional story and a safe community, so please feel free to share constructive advice and any ideas you might have.
