Marine || One Piece [ENG]

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She thought for a moment about what Ivankov had told her, looking further down. She didn't know her father. He was just a vague shadow in her subconscious. A mysterious presence, a fantasy she saw when she was a child and longed for safety.

"So he wasn't talking about us," she muttered to herself, crumpling a piece of bandage in her hand.

" I was surprised when I found out about Luffy. And it turns out that he also has a daughter," Ivankov said, shaking his head. "Although now some things make sense. I always knew it was weird that he always looked in that direction..."

She didn't answer anything, looking at the man and his... original outfit with an emotionless look. The wind gently blew her black hair. It was already late afternoon, the raised voices had disappeared. They were about to leave.

"Not once?" she asked dully. "He didn't mention us once? He didn't reveal any information? He didn't say a word about having a family?"

"No," Ivankov said tensely, looking away. A cone of sweat dripped from his forehead. "Dragon doesn't talk about his private life, he's probably afraid."

"...I see," she finally replied, after a long moment.

She put her hands in her pockets, one hand found the cool metal of the ring, and she began to turn it between her fingers.

"That's perfectly reasonable, you can't be mad at him," he added, clearing his throat. "He is one of the biggest criminals. If the world found out he had children when you were little..."

"I know," she interrupted him in a calm voice. "I'm not mad."

He looked at her skeptically, analyzing her words.

She was angry. It didn't make sense, her father was sensible not to tell anyone about them. It kept them safe, it kept them from carrying the burden of their father's name.

"I would describe it as a disappointment," she said, seeing Ivankov's look, and then added:

" No, you know what, yes, I'm angry. I'm mad at him. It's not that he didn't talk about us, it's that he didn't think about us."

"I'm sure he was thinking about you," Ivankov protested. "He always looked towards where your island was, lost in thought. He must have been thinking about you, boii."

"Not enough," she said, tightening her hand on the ring. "His thoughts shouldn't let him rest. When he thinks about us, he should want to contact us. He should find a way. Because if he really thought about us, he would never have put us in this situation."

There was silence. A prickly silence.

She looked towards the milling crew preparing the ship for departure. She focused on Ruki Tsuma - her student, on how slowly he tied the knots, on the uncertain look he looked around from under his long brown bangs.

Before she turned to Ivankow, she made brief eye contact with Haruka, who was standing by the door leading deeper into the ship. Her hazel eyes looked at Leone carefully from under furrowed light eyebrows.

"Anyway," Leona began, looking at Ivankov. –"I doubt we will become revolutionaries. But I haven't made an official decision yet."

"So you will become pirates?" Ivankov asked, his lips curling into a smile.  "Drastic career change, boii."

"I doubt it," she said after a moment, shifting her gaze to the dark planks of the ship's deck.

But then who will they become? Who will they be? Leona is definitely an enemy of the Navy. However, she would not like to become a pirate - it would not be good for her crew, but on the other hand, the path of a revolutionary...

"Hmmm," he murmured, raising his perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

"I'll make a decision later, I have to see about my brothers. And drop off Buggy, Crocodaille and the rest somewhere," she added, looking towards her ship.

"It would be good to make decisions as soon as possible. I'm sure your father would love to —"

"I don't care about him," she interrupted him indifferently. "I'll make the decision when I make it."

She looked at him with her dark eyes for a moment before heading towards the ship.

"Let's go."