Zara: Luffy x OC

Chapter 6

As they set out on the journey to the next island, Zara felt a rush of emotions coursing through her. It was a three-day travel to their destination, and her mind was filled with thoughts of the upcoming meeting with her father. The conversations she had with the townspeople back in the previous island, where she had encountered Luffy, still resonating in her mind.

Captain Roronoa, her father, was headed to Coral Isle, the same island they were now bound for. The anticipation and anxiety she felt about meeting him after so many years weighed on her like an anchor. She yearned for answers, especially regarding the reason he had left her and Zoro behind. She hoped that in meeting him he didn't despise them for their choice to become pirates, given that he was a Marine. Or maybe he just despised her for killing her mother at childbirth. Deep down, Zara still harbored a longing for her father's love, just as she loved him despite their differing paths in life. The journey ahead was filled with uncertainty, and she couldn't help but wonder if their reunion would lead to reconciliation or further heartache.

Zara sat on the main deck, reclining in a lawn chair with her eyes closed, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. She sensed her brother's aura drawing near, and as she opened her eyes, she found Zoro settling down beside her.

"We're headed towards Coral Isle," Zoro mentioned, breaking the silence in an attempt to initiate conversation. Zara acknowledged his statement with a soft hum.

Zoro let out a sigh, his concern etched into his features. "Are you sure you want to meet him?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of protectiveness and apprehension. This wasn't the first time they had discussed the impending meeting with their father. Zoro's resentment for their father's abandonment was blatant, and he made it abundantly clear that he wouldn't take any part in her meeting with him. Zara couldn't help but groan in frustration, already feeling the weight of her brother's disapproval.

"Yes, Zoro, I'm sure. You had a few years with the man. I had nothing. So yeah, I'd like to meet our father," she retorted, her voice tinged with irritation.

Zoro's expression softened, his concern apparent. "I just don't want you to feel disappointed. Don't set your hopes too high for that guy," he cautioned, his protective instincts surfacing.

Zara couldn't help but let a wistful smile cross her face, hoping that perhaps, if everything went as planned, Zoro would be able to find some semblance of peace with their father, and the family could finally reconcile after years of separation. Even though Zoro wasn't going to go with her to meet him, if everything goes the way she hoped, maybe they could all sit down for a drink or something.

"Zara, you'll get an ugly sunburn if you're out here like that all day," Zoro commented, wanting to tease his sister a little and change the topic.

Zara gave him a playful glare. "Your concern is touching, brother," she remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm. Zoro leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You know I'll always look out for you, even if you don't want me to." he says looking at the ocean. Zara softened at his words, a wave of gratitude washing over her. "I know, and I appreciate it, even if I don't always say it," she replied, her voice warm with affection. The two of them sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the ocean lulling them into a sense of tranquility.

Two more days at sea weren't that bad. The only notable encounter was with a giant killer whale, which Sanji and Zoro swiftly took down, their teamwork seamless and efficient. That evening, Sanji used the whale's meat to create a beautifully constructed variety of delectable dishes for dinner, much to the crew's delight. 

The sight of land in the distance brought a familiar flutter of excitement, but this time, Zara's anticipation was tinged with a sense of nervousness, an unease that settled deep within her. Sensing her apprehension, Luffy approached her, his own excitement barely contained.