The Puppy Pirate (One Piece x reader)

C H A P T E R : 4

As the sun set on the horizon, the sky turned into shades of orange, pink, and purple, signaling the end of the day. You set course the boat in the exact direction the Log pose was pointing and went to sleep the night away. 

The world slowly quieted. But just as the darkness engulfed everything, a new day was already in the making. The stars started to twinkle, and the moon rose from the east, casting a soft glow across the land. The night was peaceful as the waves rocked the boat, and everything seemed to be in perfect harmony. 

And when the first rays of the sun peeked over the horizon, the world woke up to a new day full of endless possibilities and opportunities on the Grand Line. Rising out of bed was a breeze as you felt refreshed by the calming winds of the vast ocean upon you. You quickly changed your clothes into an outfit. A causal white tank top with knee-high jean shorts. You changed your appearance by adding your dog ears and tail. You felt weird if you didn't have them out constantly. 

Today, you were in good spirits. But to make it even better. You thought of playing music on your den den mushi radio. You maneuvered over to your cabin for your backpack. As you reached to grab your luggage, you stubbed your big toe against the bottom bed frame. 

"Ow. Ow. Ow. WHY!" You crouched down to comfort yourself and to see if your toe was right. Then, the bed frame of the bed popped open. And what was surprising was that it was a secret storage. The storage was ample enough to fit two backpacks. You dismissed your pain and wanted to store your personal stuff in the tiny warehouse below, just in case. 

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"Let's see if there's any wave frequency out here, Charlie?" You woke up your little den den mushi and began to search for some sound to connect with. You named your den den mushi 'Charlie' because it sounded lovely to his rusty-red color and taupe shell. Rarely anyone you knew called their communication snail any names. But you liked to give things names to have a stronger connection to them. 

A slight beat suddenly popped up as you tried to find a signal for any songs going on. 

"Aha!" You thought you got onto a radio that played, but to your demise, it was people maintaining tabs on other unknown people. You decided to give up and reread your favorite book. 

The day was slow and dragged throughout the afternoon. Boredom seemed to be a killer to you. 

You never thought you could be this bored out of your mind. 

Then you remembered that you always had something to do on Yawndle. Playing with your brothers and living around the forest with nature. Even with that sale, vice admiral marine guy Dalmatian. Sure, he would train you like a 'dog,' but it was something other than nothing. Then you answered your boredom problem. 

You never got out to sea. Ever. Not with anyone, let alone yourself. Of course, you're getting to feel this way. It's your first time. 

As you contemplate your decisions. An island appeared from the corner of your eyes. 

It was a cactus? 

An island that is primarily cacti? 

This world is so magnificent. 

Going in closer to the island. It wasn't all spikes and green hills. It had an inhabited city. The buildings were made of yellow sandstone and wood. The streets were huge and could be busy during the day. 

Something was. Off. 

There wasn't a person in sight. The place felt empty and abandoned. It's almost like a ghost town.