beloved daughter of the sea

a pervert's punishment

Four month time skip.

You were now working on the ship where you had woken up, the Baratie. Over time, the rough edges of the ship and the colourful personalities of its crew had grown on you, and you had come to see its members as family. They welcomed you with open arms, their warmth and camaraderie helping to fill the void left by the memories you couldn't quite grasp. You had sworn to protect the Baratie from harm, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the second chance they had given you, even though you couldn't recall your past.

Zeff, the ship's head chef and owner, had been the one to offer you a job. He saw that you had nowhere else to go, and though you couldn't remember much about where you came from, he seemed to understand. You had started as a waitress, weaving between tables with plates of food and bowls of soup, earning your keep. Later, after a particularly nasty encounter with a pirate crew, Zeff had added security duties to your role. You had single-handedly taken down the entire pirate crew that came by to cause trouble, armed with nothing but a staff you had found lying around. The ease with which you dispatched them left everyone in awe, and from then on, you became the Baratie's unofficial bouncer.

You had learned about the world you were in from the fish and sea kings that occasionally swam by, absorbing knowledge about the politics and hierarchy of the world, as well as the existence of fruits that granted their users incredible powers. The Grand Line, the Four Seas, the Marines, and the infamous Devil Fruits—this world was vast and complex, far different from anything you could have imagined. It was for this reason that you chose to keep your powers and weapon a secret. You longed for a peaceful life, so it was best to keep your affinity with water under wraps. The less attention you drew, the better.

But it seemed your peace and quiet were about to be disturbed, whether you liked it or not.

You were in the middle of doing your job, serving food to an upstart Marine lieutenant who had decided to visit the Baratie that day. Just as you approached with his wine, he reached out and grabbed you, his hand squeezing your butt with a roughness that made your skin crawl. A shiver of disgust ran through you as his hand lingered, his fingers digging into you with a possessiveness that made your blood boil.

He spoke with what he seemed to think was an attractive southern drawl, but in reality, it just sounded like he was incredibly drunk. "Hey, honey, what's a pretty little thing like you doing in such a shabby restaurant?" He continued before you could retort, "Y'know what? I'll be the nice guy that I am and give you a job. How about you come work for me as my... escort?"

The very word made your fists itch with the urge to pummel the power-tripping man into the ground. You could feel the anger rising in your chest, a burning fury that threatened to spill over. Unfortunately, he was a Marine lieutenant, not just a mere pirate, so beating him up would bring repercussions to the Baratie and its residents. You couldn't let your personal feelings endanger the place you had come to love.

With a forced, tight smile, you spoke through gritted teeth. "No...sir. I quite like working here."

For a moment, you saw the lieutenant's cocky smile falter, but it quickly returned, his drunken mind churning out what he thought was a brilliant idea. "Well, how about a bet? If I can tell you the name of the wine you just poured me, you work for me."

Your smile remained, but your voice carried a noticeable chill. "And if you can't?"

"Well, I'm pretty confident in my expertise as a wine connoisseur, so I'll do whatever you want if I somehow fail. How about that?" He released his hand from your butt before roughly grabbing your hand and smearing his greasy lips on it. "Do you agree, honey?"