"Ocean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die."
A simple girl, daughter of a pirate captain, meets the future "King of the Pirates" and begrudgingly decides to join him on his adventure to find the One Piece.
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Despite being such a flowery establishment, that didn't mean that it didn't have its downsides. From what Artemisia could tell, there was quite a bit of pirates in the restaurant. With this many pirates, anything was bound to happen. And it did. A verbal fight started up in the dining room between two men. One man had pink hair while the other had curly orange hair. It wasn't too hard to see that they were both pirates.
You'd think they were fighting about something important or dramatic. That's what Artemisia thought. This was proven to not be the case when the curly orange-haired man spoke first, "I am saying, this here is my table. Close to the kitchen so I can smell the beef."
It was definitely something that puzzled her. Artemisia found herself slightly lowering her menu to stare at the man with a look of confusion on her face, "Is that really their most important problem?" Must be one of the more well-off pirates. The ones that could swim in gold. Only they would complain about something so trivial.
In a true pirate fashion, the pink-haired man didn't relent, "Maybe you ought to try a table outside. Right now, the only thing I can smell is you." Artemisia snorted and covered her mouth. Nami quickly elbowed her in the side to get her to stop. The last thing that wanted was for one of the pirates to start trying to fight with them.
That wasn't expected to happen. The orange-haired pirate looked really to jump across the table at the pink-haired one. He instead opted to flip the plates over and off the table. A man with blond hair walked over when hearing the commotion, "Now, now, gentlemen," He wore a suit with a striped shirt underneath. The pink-haired man stood up, ready to fight the other pirate. The blond man stared at them with a smile, "You know the rules here. We don't waste food," At the mention of food, Artemisia finally noticed the plate of rolls in his hand, "And there is no fighting at Baratie."
"No," The orange-haired man said. He turned his attention back to the pink one, "This ain't gonna be a fight. I'm just going to kill him." Artemisia nodded to herself. That sounded like a fair assumption to her.
The pink-haired man didn't seem to think so, "Like to see you try."
The blond man, most likely a waiter, broke into their argument before it could get even more out of hand, "And I'd like to pour you each a glass of Ithürzburger Stein. On the house." Artemisia hoped that guy got a raise. If she was in his position, she wouldn't lost it on both of them already. Axel always said that she needed to learn to not blow everything out of proportion every once in a while. Artemisia would rather die.
