Daughter Of The Sea || One Piece

Chapter Nineteen: Firefist

My eyes raked over my dancer dress and that which Nami and Vivi had. Maybe I could try to change its colour later.

I steered the ship out of the way as Nami ordered, her hands having pointed at where everyone must be.

My eyes lingered on the wheel, the feel of its patterns underneath my fingers almost reminds me of a distant memory.

Flashback

Aunt G and I had gone into one of Kohana's antique shops back when I was only seven years of age. The smell of freshly polished wood had invaded my senses as I looked around the large shop . Clocks, bottled wooden boats, and old furniture decorated with ancient carvings that seemed to tell stories of the days long before.

I heard a noise at the back, deciding against my better judgement of staying beside my aunt, to explore what else this place of wonder would hold.

Vases, ranging from being as round as a ball to being perfectly crafted to carry all kinds of things. Some seemed to be imported.

Statues,both men and women. There was one that looked as though it was of a woman petrified, stuck in a state of horror as she clutched a shattered sword. It had so much detail, right down to the creases of its ceramic dress. Another one was that of an incredibly tall man, his face twisted into a stoic look. Luckily the lower half of his body was covered by a large white blanket.
There were more statues, carpets and a random model of some kind of vehicle on the a shelf.

Walking closer to it I saw the initials M.D.V. I wanted to see how it moved, the way it's wooden wheels seemed to call for me to move it. Watch how fast it could go.

"Don't touch that." A stern voice had made me jump back from seeing my key to the question that filled my mind.

Standing in front of me was a girl with cerulean hair. Her hazel eyes shone as though they were ready to welcome me into their vast green and brown. Like a forest.

"It's really old, so it can easily break."

"Oh. Sorry." I placed my hands beside either of my hips, not wanting to get into trouble.

"It's okay. " The girl smiled before her eyes shone with excitement," I can show you something cooler."

My eyebrows were raised at her words. Usually no one offered to even be near me. Aunt G never fully told me why. She just said that people were fearful of things they didn't fully understand, ending the conversation at that. Now, I could probably make a new friend.

My smaller feet tried to catch up with her slightly longer strides, her cerulean hair fluttering with every step. It almost reached her lower back.

"Come on!"

Soon enough we reached the higher floors of the shop, my eyes widening at how everything looked. No words could describe the beauty.

Stained glass filled with paintings of colourful figures, almost telling a story. The sun glistening over them and casting colourful shades all over the floor and onto my skin.

I saw small paintings of ships and tiny sails, little figures of people and even tinier birds and animals. It was a large town. This covered half the room.

I went to the next one, a large man kneeled down before two crossed swords. His coat a bright red, his hair uncombed and he had a rather interesting moustache. There seemed to be small crowds around the platform where he stood.

"Wow..."

There was another, a large ship that seemed to be surrounded by water. It had moss growing onto it. When I squint I could almost see the name. But the glass was so aged that the name looked blurred.