"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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TW: Religious factors and talk of child sacrifice. Let me know if there's more!
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It was decided that the best place to keep Artemisia was in a room in the temple. This room was down a hallway from a doorway beside a bunch of stairs leading up to an altar. The inside of the room was enough to shock anybody. There were jewels of all kinds, gold, and other riches stacked up on tables, corners of the room, and even on the ground. No wonder the village was able to have nice things, they were basically rolling around in money. However, Artemisia hated thinking about what they could use it for.
She was left in the room by herself and locked inside. She'd already tried to pry the door open. She also tried to pick the lock with some sharp objects she had found. None of it worked. She was stuck. Stuck in a room by herself with only her thoughts. Thoughts that were filled with the scene from earlier. When everything went down, she was shocked. She didn't know how to react. Now that she was alone...
Tears fell from her eyes. Her crying turned into sobbing when she looked down and saw the blood on her dress. She couldn't believe that any of this happened. This place seemed almost normal. Sure, she had some pretty strange interactions, but she didn't think something like this would have happened. They should have stayed away. Force the ship to go through the storm. Maybe if they'd avoided the island... The boy would still be alive. Or he would've died anyway. It seemed like the killing of children happened for much longer than they'd been here.
Sobbing made Artemisia unaware of her surroundings. She didn't notice a familiar woman walk into the room. Once the woman took notice of the girl on the floor, she closed the door behind her and rushed over. She wrapped the girl in a hug and rocked her, "It's okay, it's okay. I know that was hard. Accepting your fate is hard but necessary when lives are at stake," Still, Artemisia didn't take a moment to realize who it was that was hugging her. "My son was sacrificed to the previous goddess, your mother. The storm was getting worse at the time, it got even worse when your mother left us. I was devastated to lose my little boy, but there was no other way to save our village."
Crazy talking was the perfect thing to break Artemisia from her sobbing. She became intensely aware of the position she was in. Leandra was hugging her. Leandra was talking. Artemisia's eyes widened, and she pushed herself away from the older woman, "Your son died, and you're still condoning this? Seriously?"
