a/n: i've decided to write a little law x reader at some point into this story!
powers like these, in the eyes of the marines where more a nuisance then a threat. a girl that took bottom of the barrel work from bounty hunters too small town chores. lacking a mentor teaching herself to control the blood blood fruit. slowly building up a small array of attacks and useful tricks. just enough to survive. in no means powerful but still a survivor. almost a kin too a rat
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A gloom of low hanging rain clouds blanketed the lush island. curly hills kissing the bottom of the mist. the capes of the island where tall and rocky making seem almost impossible to dock and even leave the island. but you where sick of sitting in the dingy little boat you called home. and a large castle sat awaiting for looting. surely a place so danm big wouldn't be hard to sneak around in. you'd need a whole ship of men to guard it and from what you could see the island was abandoned.
Off shore blew salt into a large array of scratches and cuts on your body. heat stroke began to close in as the wind slapped unhealthy ocean drenched hair onto the small of your neck. solid ground, walls and ceiling sounded like blessing right now.
Sailing towards the back of the island wasn't entirely rough. patches of narly rocks hid under dark water. any salior who dared breach these waters at night would surely be torn up in seconds. pushing past a small cove came into view. letting the boat submerged itself into soft wet sand you jumped out into the clearing to plan
A sudden uneasiness drifting in the air. The cove was littered with liquor bottles and dark wooden creates. the cove was trashed. Believing an island with a large castle to be completely empty of human life was stupid. but knowing people where comfortable enough to party here put you on higher alert. scanning the area old sun browned skulls sat in openings in the rocks. some adorned with head trauma some cracked wide open. an obvious warning to whom ever sat foot.
Who ever docked on this island must have a large vessel and a means of connecting it straight to the land. because the ricktery wood and rope ladder connected to the cliff was a death sentence for even a small creature. scaling the rocky drop off with bare hands seemed like the only option
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Blistered hands hauled up the face of the cliff. the leather straps of a back pack dug into untreated sunburnt collar bones. but with one final strain all your core muscles hauled themselves onto a plush green surface. Finally dry comforting land. and a straightforward walk to the foreboding castle up a head
The walk to the castle was easy and scouting a entrance into the building didn't seem to be hard either. obviously who ever owned the building had gotten cocky. Using the powers of the blood blood fruit to make a small pin of blood you where unable to lock the cellar door gaining access to the underground workings of the building. Party tricks like this had been the backbone of survival.
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The insides of the castle where nothing short of gorgeous. Thick red velvet curtains, Cobbled floors and high ceilings, decorated with punkish victorian furniture. Not only where the living areas beautifully furnished so was the kitchen. Stocked with preserves. Jars of nuts and raisins, pickled tomatoes and capsicum dried apples and bananas. bags of rice and wheat lining the back wall
Stuffing greedy hands into large jars eating by the handful, stuffing anything carry-able's into the rug-sack while munching on much as possible. while scooping grains of rice into a spare jar the food hangover began to hit. wanting nothing more then to complete this restock with a nap. yeah that would be the plan, nap and explore the castle/island for a possible bath then move on
' if i could have anything from this power it could be to visualize anything and make it out of blood, im desperate enough for a good nights sleep id conjure myself up a blood bed and pillow '
The castle had plenty of room for one pirate to sleep in. a large room full of comfy looking red and purple sofas, a master bedroom upstairs along with many spare rooms filled with bunks. but none of them had the homly safe feeling that was the shitty little broom closet
After tucking snuggling into a blanket stolen from the lavish bedrooms upstairs your nervous bones began to relax as sleep began to cloud the air
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Off the salty shores of the island a large vessel approached. " Boss! Where approaching the shore! But i fink i can see a boat, " " Should we shoot at it cap'n? " two trigger happy sailors called down from the crows nest.
a/n, do you guys prefer "y/n" or "name" when reading a fic?
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