The New World

✴Chapter Two✴

Word Count: 5,031
~Small Spicy Warning~ ✴✴✴

The ocean is so majestic and pleasant on a ship that has amenities and space to walk around. Captain Kid has his crew and I board not long after that conversation with Mr. Crocodile, disembarking from what I learned, was an island nation called Dressrosa. Since they got on the ship, no one spoke a word. I kind of relished in the silence of people at work doing their tasks. They took the binds off my wrists on the dock so I could have jumped into the water, but the way the man never came up after slipping.. I'd rather not go into this water. After the wind caught the sails and the island disappeared over the horizon, the crew had finished prepping the ship and putting away cargo, all sitting around and looking alert off the rails. Still not saying a single word to each other or anything. I couldn't stop my behavior, I was sitting on the deck hands glued to my knees like I was still tied up and wide eyed, staring at everyone. I noticed a lot of variety in weapon choice, some had nothing on their person. What I can remember about pirates are peglegs and eye patches and sword fights. Some of these people have guns and all their limbs so what is the state of the world where the pirates are so... put together?

I was stuck in thought trying to get through the glass wall that's not letting me see what I want to reference in this theory. Just observing the silent men and women around me, until the sun started to set. We left with the sun high in the sky, so if that still is the same as what my intuition is telling me, we traveled for 8 hours and not a word was spoken. Suddenly a little sound rang through the hull.

"puru puru puru ... puru puru puru ... puru puru puru ... pu-culick... clear. Culick" Through the static it sorta sounded like Crocodile. Kid stood up and yelled out "SOMEONE GET THE FUCKING FOOD OUT ALREADY!" and everyone broke out into a frenzy of what seems like all the pent up noise over the hours pouring out all at once. I tense up not knowing what changes are about to happen since I got so comfortable in the silence. Kid hops off his chair and motioned to a man with a mane of blonde hair sticking out of a white and blue mask to follow him. They walk over to me with indifferent facial expressions, and suddenly I have a flash to the first night I had on the ocean a week or so ago. I go stiff and wince away crying suddenly. "Ho shit what did i do?" Kid says confused and exasperated, his partner shaking his head "you think we scared her?"

"I mean, I don't know, she didn't do this on the island, she's untied, hey what's your problem? How old are you? Violet?"

That snaps me out of my pain and reminds me that I am  Violet now. I can be a whole new person then my memories that are locked away. Even though I still feel like those memories could help alot with understanding where I am, because I can feel certain that this isn't my world. But this is the world Violet was born in, so I can act like it. I dry my eyes and get off the ground, dusting off the dress they let me leave in. Kinda miss my clothes but oh well. I look up at the two men with confusion and 'expecting the worst' expressions , "I'm sorry about that, I lost myself for a moment. Yes.. I think I'm fine now." I smile reassuringly that I'm not going to burst into tears again.

"Ok well good what the fuck was that though?" Kid pressed.

"Captain, if she's fine, maybe we should show her to her room first?" the masked man suggested.

"Ugh, fine but we're talking about that after dinner, and your answering my questions because I don't trust that crocodile gave me babysitting duty because you're in need, there's gotta be something else happening right now. Killer, take her to her room and then guard the door so she doesn't leave." Captain says with a huff and marches back to the dinning hall with the rest of his crew already throwing food. Killer? Joker? Fuckin Crocodile?! I can't with these names...

The man named Killer nodded and turned back to me and put his arm out for me to take it. Reluctantly, I wrap my hand under his forearm, and he starts off at the side doors on the deck. My gut is telling me this man solely lives as Kid's right hand man and that's it, but with a name like Killer and i can't see his face, so i want to be off put. But he's being so cordial?