Wind in our Sails KobyXReader

Chapter 1: Meeting Koby

You were getting transferred again. Ever since you'd been drafted by the Navy, and went past basic training 1 year ago it seemed like every month or so you were transferred to a new unit. You hated it, but you went where you were needed. You also knew your attitude and the way you carried yourself had something to do with it. You made people uncomfortable. You wore your uniform like you were supposed to, all you added to it was a simple black hat that covered your e/c eyes, and kept your h/l, h/c out of your face. The ponytail helped too, but you didn't like people being able to read you. Another reason you made people uncomfortable.

Whatever, I just need to do my job and get shit done then go about my merry way, read books, draw and sit by the ocean.

You entered the Marines a month before the Paramount War, before that you were in the marine medical program where you stayed for the majority of your first year; you were there at the war on standby being a medic and all that you rarely ever fought unless you had to, and that was one of the days where you had to. But you were still required to be a good distance away, a dead medic wasn't very useful after all.

You remember someone yelling, you didn't see them but you heard every word that he said. And it spoke to your very soul.

"That's Enough!! Stop, already! All this fighting just end it!! WE'RE TROWING PEOPLE'S LIVES AWAY! Even though every single soldier has a family waiting for them to return! Even though we accomplished our goal! We keep chasing pirates who don't want to fight, drawing out a battle that should already be over...and abandoning soldiers who could be saved if we treat their wounds now! And still, we're sacrificing even more people! What about the soldiers who will fall after this? We're making them look like idiots!!!"

You could hear the tears in his voice and the heartbreak he felt. The next thing you knew Red Hair Shanks came and put an end to the war. Why he decided to come you have no idea. All you knew is that you and the other medics were called to get the injured treated and find your dead.

Now 6 months later you were still a medic but you kept getting transferred to different ships. You studied human behavior along with your medical training, and you used that knowledge to your advantage when you were called to fight.

You were quick in your decision making, you made sure your kills were quick and painless-for the most part-and your training in human behavior helped you to figure out when you needed back up and when you could handle a fight all on your own.

You didn't have any special abilities. No devil fruit, and no Haki of any kind. You were a normal 15 year old girl, who wanted to be a doctor and the only way you an orphan could do that was to be a marine for 10 years. But thinking about it now, you'd probably always be needed in the Navy.

Walking up to your commanding officer's door you knocked and waited for permission to enter. Once given you stepped inside saluted and waited to hear the same speech you'd heard so many different times from different people.

"You do good work, and you are great in the infirmary and in the field. But the men and women on board don't feel comfortable around you and have asked for your transfer. And after some observation I believe it is for the best."

"Yessir."

"You're being transferred to Garp's unit. There are more soldiers closer to your age, hopefully that'll help with your attitude and behaviors that are causing you so many transfers."

"Yessir."

His eyebrow twitched, his hand clenched in a fist and his jaw tightened. He was annoyed. You weren't doing anything you didn't normally do. You did your work than you just wanted to be left alone. You didn't bother anyone and you ate in silence. He seemed to be also relieved to have you gone. And judging by the slight smirk he was probably betting on Garp punching you due to what everyone seemed to consider "questionable behavior."