katakuri x reader

part 1

I walked quickly through the rowdy ship, trying my best to blend in with the background. That didn't stop the occasional sailor from noticing me, nor did it stop their crude remarks and suggestive whistles. My sparkling white heels clicked on the hardwood floor as my face burned as red as the small medical cross on my breast pocket. The reality of my existence never failed to mortify me, so I constantly tried to push it out of my mind. However, I was rarely lucky enough to escape it for more than just a few moments due to the crew and my captain.

    My knuckles tenderly rapped on the large wooden door before me, halfway hoping that he wouldn't hear me and I could leave. Such thinking was mere fantasy, however. As soon as I made the smallest sound, my captain's gruff voice cut through the air with terrifying strength. I could feel my shoulders roll inward as every fiber of my body told me to run away. Instead, I opened the door, my signature smile plastered on my face in forced kindness. "Hello sir-" My voice was soft, almost shaky, due to fear. The first aid kit that I clutched rattled in my suffocating grip.

    The captain was a terrifying beast of a man. It wasn't his stature or appearance that scared me, but rather, the brutality of his heart. He cared for nothing except money and power. To him, people were expendable resources that could easily be replaced. I had witnessed his cruelty on many occasions, most of which ended with me trying my best to help the poor fellow who had been the target of the captain's rage. Not to mention all the other times... I felt a shiver run through my spine as my mind began to wander down a dark path. I quickly locked up those thoughts once again, pushing them into the far recesses of my mind.

    The captain's back was facing me, though I could see a crystal glass in his meaty hands; it was halfway filled with a warm colored liquor and a single ice cube. He downed the rest of it before turning around toward me. Instinctively, I lowered my gaze. "Come closer, girl. And shut that damn door." My heart rate increased uncomfortably as my airways began to tighten. I reluctantly stepped away from the doorway and pulled the door shut. "You called for me-"

"Shut up." His voice immediately drowned mine and I retreated into silence. The captain set the glass down on his mahogany and leather desk before approaching me. His steps were heavy, each one pounding in my head. My chest hurt because of how hard my heart was beating. Sweat dripped down the back of my neck. The urge to shiver came over me once again. As he got closer, I could perceive details that I didn't want to: the stubble on his face, the stench of alcohol, the discoloration of his teeth. His hand grabbed my arm, his grip uncomfortably tight. I forced myself not to jerk away; I had learned that defying him only resulted in more pain.

As I braced myself for what was to happen, the ship lurched forward, throwing me into the captain's chest. He quickly tossed me to the side and I fell to the floor, my head barely missing his desk. "What's going on-?" I mumbled only to receive a deathly glare from him. "As if I have the answer to such a stupid question." The captain growled before rushing out of the room, the open door now letting in the sounds of chaos from outside. Gunfire and the metallic clang of swords rang out above the general waves of shouting and screaming. Occasionally, a cannon would boom in the background, either from our ship or the enemies. It was obvious; the ship was under attack.

I jumped up as gracefully as I could, grabbing my first aid kit in the process, and ran outside to see what was going on for myself. Immediately, I felt a chill run through my body. The Jolly Roger on the enemy ship was no other than Big Mom's. I had heard the captain talking about going after one of their generals during one of his drunken stupors, but I didn't believe him. That is, until now. Mortified, I watched as their forces tore away at ours; it could barely even be considered a fight as much as it was a massacre. Still, I had to do my best to save everyone that I could. I ran up to the nearest fallen person, completely disregarding if they were friend or foe. I pressed my fingers against their neck while I searched for their worst wound. A faint pulse and a soft groan helped me confirm their status as I opened my kit. "Just stay still, I'm here to help you," I did my best to soothe them as I bandaged up their shoulder wounds with antiseptic.