𝙄𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙒𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙? ☆ [ONE PIECE]

6. Numanica

Jenny's heart races as she walks quietly behind the man, following him as he escorts her out the orphanage and to the nearby dock. Her breath hitches with each step she takes, hands fiddling subconsciously with her fingers as her eyes fixate on the wooden floorboards that creaked with each step the freakishly tall man in front of her takes.

Tall and blonde, he reminded her of a McDonald's advertisement for fries back in her universe.

The man had a color palette going for him, judging by his attire. His pink feathered coat accompanied by pristine white pants with flame details lining the lower rim could catch the attention of sailors from miles away.

Based on his outfit alone, it doesn't take Jenny very long to figure out which ship belonged to him.

It's a pink flamingo. The body of the ship is a bright, vibrant, hot pink flamingo with a sail that reads, "DONQUIXOTE" in an equally vibrant pink font.

Jenny's mouth hangs low from disbelief, shocked at the very sight of the ship. It's stupid looking, absurd and unconventional, especially against the sea of blues and greens that made up the scenery.

The flamingo even has matching sunglasses with the man.

The closer Jenny got to the large flamingo-shaped ship, the more her stomach bubbled with amusement. Her eyes bat between the man and the ship, wondering which is brighter: His coat or the flamingo. It's a bold ship, yet very fitting based on the man's appearance alone.

The man continues to walk slightly in front of her, only stopping once they reach the wooden plank.

"Why is it a flamingo?" Jenny runs a finger across the ship's interior as the man reaches for her suitcase.

"Why? Are you bothered by it?" He raises a brow, taking the brown suitcase and inspecting it with a curious expression. Or at least Jenny thinks it's a curious expression. It's hard to tell behind his sunglasses.

"Not at all." She shakes her head, suppressing the laughter threatening to spill.

The man laughs and tosses the bag on the ground, its contents causing a ruckus inside its leather walls. His laughter borderlines a sinister feel, tiptoeing between amusement and flat out creepiness.

From the looks of it, this man was more than just his flashy attire.

"Set sail!" He yells up at the crew member with its hands laid on the steering wheel. "You and I will conversate further over lunch, come." Swiftly, he turns away from the kid and begins walking.

His pink coat drags along the wooden floorboards and his shoes create loud footsteps that bounce off the ship's interior, causing loud echoes to ring within Jenny's ears. He shoves his hands into his pocket, the dress pants wrinkling upon contact, as he walks towards the galley.

"Doffy!" A voice sounds towards the man standing before her. "Is the girl with you?"

The man moves aside, allowing Jenny to put a face to the voice. Immediately, she flinches at the sight: A tall man sporting a blue jacket tripping with mucus. He slithers away from the dining table and over to her, shoving his face into her personal space, as if inspecting and interrogating her.

"Trebol, don't scare her away before she can meet Corazon." The man places a hand on Trebol's shoulder, palm digging right into the mucus waterfall covering his shoulders.

"Ah, don't worry! I'm not here to scare her, that's what Corazon is here for." Trebol scoots in closer, face only inches away from her own. "What's your name?"