The Copyist (One Piece & OC)

Chapter 1: I'm Where!?

***Amaya's POV***

I was killed. That was the last thing that I could remember anyways. I was a nineteen year old girl, who was excited about her birthday that was only a few days away. I was on my way to see my two best friends, so we could plan out the party when all of a sudden the stereotypical truck decided to drive on the sidewalk I was walking on.

Not only did I not make it twenty, but I died in such a lame way. Maybe if I was reincarnated into a fun anime like all of those fan fictions I've read, I wouldn't have minded, but what's the likelihood of that happening. Right? None, Zip, Zero, Not Gonna Happen.

Even on the off chance it did happen, I would probably be a background character that would either be forgotten or killed in a random accident, so either way it would be a lose lose situation. No thank you. I choose life. Wait, is that an option?

So now what? I'm dead, yet I'm still able to think all of these thoughts. How's that possible?

Crash Boom Boom Boom

Loud sounds started to bombard me from every direction before my eyes opened. When they did, my vision was blurry before they came into focus, which left me even more confused with what I saw was around me. Pure chaos.

Cannon balls demolishing buildings and fires consuming the once green nature surrounded me. People were screaming, running frantically, or fighting with abilities that looked similar to armament haki.

No way. That's not possible. Haki was only a thing in One Piece, but there's something that needed to be addressed first. How am I alive?! Or better yet, where the heck am I?! I needed to get out of here and quick.

I tried to move, but I wasn't even able to lift my head. Gathering all of my strength, I was able to lift a single arm. My right hand was short and slightly chubby. My fingers were so tiny that they looked like a doll's.

This can't be. Am I? Am I a baby? There's no way I actually reincarnated, right?

I tried to speak, but it came out gibberish at best. Actually, it was so bad that gibberish would have sounded better.

Welp, it's been confirmed. I was a baby again, and I was pretty sure that I'm in the world of One Piece. Even though this happened, it looked like I'm about to die here, so I won't be able to meet anyone. This is so not fair!

"Hurry, Honey!" A worried female voice calls out, making her way over to me.

"I'm right behind you! Grab her and let's go!" A male voice quickly responded as he followed along with a huge basket in his hands.

The lady had beautiful amber eyes, which were striking despite her panicked look. She ran over to me before picking me up out of the bed that I was in.

"I've got her! We've got to get to the river before the marines get here!" She called before turning promptly towards the direction I'm assuming was the river.

All I heard was the sound of violence behind me and the hurried footsteps of the man and lady headed towards the river.

They hid behind some trees near the riverbank when we arrived. The man placed the wickered basket that he was carrying next to the running water before placing two small boxes, a journal, and a small blanket inside.

"Hurry Amanda, we've got to get her to safety." He said as he turned to face the two of us.

The black-haired lady, Amanda, held me close in a hug. I couldn't see well, but I felt my top get wet with her tears.

"Kazaku, I don't know if I can." Her voice broke. "This is our daughter. I don't want to lose her forever. What if the navy still finds her and does what they've done to the rest of our island? What if she never gets to read the journal, or her devil fruit is taken before she eats it? What if she never learns how much her parents love her?" She finished saying, giving me a shaky kiss on the forehead.