ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION
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''I don't run, I walk.''
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If I wake up in a house that's full of smoke,
I'll panic, so call me up and tell me a joke.
When I'm fully irrelevant and totally broken-
Dammit, call me up and tell me a joke.
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''I think you mean...
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Mahnya panted for breath, unused to the odd burn in her throat. She laid there on her broken raft in the middle of an endless ocean. Stuck. She was so used to being free that she forgot how it felt to be stagnant, to be unable to move as she wishes.
She hated it.
She hated the pathetic tremble in her limbs and the quiver of her bottom lip. She hated the fact that it was so hard to not cry, and she hated herself for wanting to cry. She didn't deserve to. Not after what she had done.
("You can cry. It does not make you weak.")
The brown-skinned girl squeezed her eyes shut as if that would silence the whispers of her memories. It didn't.
So, instead she tried to focus on the freezing air and the freezing burns on her skin.
It was cold.
(So very cold.)
Mahnya did not welcome the feeling. She was used to the fiery sunshine and the heat that caused droplets of sweat to roll down her forehead. She stopped herself from trying to recall how it felt to have the blazing sun on her. It would do her no good. It would not bring back her home. It would only make her hope.
(Hope is dangerous.)
Time carried on whilst Mahnya stayed still on her raft. There was no doubt in her mind that she was far from her island home by now. The chill of the sea and fatigue had numbed her mind. Her limbs still shook but this time it was due to the flimsy rags that did little to protect her.
Her teeth chattered and her bones ached, begging for warmth. She wanted to go home. Why couldn't she go home? Why did she leave?
The little girl couldn't come up with an answer but maybe the sudden wetness in her eyes and dryness in her throat were reason enough to not question it further.
Hours had passed. Or maybe days. Mahnya wasn't sure. The sun was never out; it was constantly covered by the dark grey clouds that gave the little brunette a feeling of dread.
She never learnt how to operate a boat - although she did not have a boat, she had a broken raft that was sure to eventually sink in the rough waters - as it was only taught to the older teens. She regretted not pestering her mum into teaching her more.
It wasn't cold anymore.
That probably wasn't good.
Mahnya couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. Her golden eyes stared blankly at the clouds. It had started raining about an hour ago. Mahnya had been counting the seconds in her head. There wasn't much else to do.
She was fragile. Her skin was ashy and her once beautiful hair was curled into a matt of knots. She was still just lying there. She didn't have the strength to move.
Salty water rolled down her cheeks. The little girl wasn't sure if it was the waves splashing onto her, the rain or her own tears which she had been sure she had run out of.
Suddenly a loud crack resonated in the distance. Mahnya slowly sat up, but it was too late. The waves responded, crashing into her as if they were a dog lashing out in pain. Her raft flipped. She fell.
Mahnya plunged into the icy water. She tried to take in a breath of air, but the water sharply infiltrated her lungs. Her eyes opened in shock.
The little golden-eyed girl had once loved the sting in her eyes she got when she opened them underwater, but she wasn't so sure she liked it anymore. It just hurt her already in pain eyes.
Mahnya wanted to go home. She wanted her mum. She wanted her siblings. She wanted to wake up in her bed and realize this was all just a bad dream.
(She wouldn't wake up.)
Where was Mother Earth? Mahnya questioned, still reeling from the icy waves and desperately trying to resurface. Where was the goddess that her mother had sworn up and down would protect her as she pushed Mahnya out to sea?
("She'll save you, little flower. You are her favorite.")
Mahnya wanted to scoff in her face. If she was so powerful and so willing to protect the little girl, where was she?
Eventually, she tired of struggling. And she realized the water wasn't so cold anymore. She wasn't sure if it had warmed up or she had merely grown used to the freezing currents. It scared her. Her body was in so much pain. And she was tired. Really tired.
It wouldn't hurt to shut her eyes for a minute, would it?
She shut her eyes, and the sea swallowed her up.
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