One Piece: Seafaring Adventures

Chapter 16

Saphira's Pov

I know I'm dreaming, I must have fallen unconcious, again! This is becoming a constent annoying accurance. The reason I know I'm dreaming is because I'm back at Melon Island, after the incident. I was back in that rundown place where the residents took shelter, as we waited for the pirates to leave. If I remembered correctly, this was the moment I woke up screaming at the heavens. I was in so much pain and I couldn't stop screaming at the people holding me down as they try to tend to my wounds. It was agony, it felt like centuries before I passed out from the pain.

Why was I having this dream? Memory? I remembered that before I passed out from the pressure and pain in my ears, that the ship was being swallowed by a whale. So, why am I here? It's like I'm reliving this moment in 3rd person, watching myself fight with the people caring for me, screaming at the top of my lungs of the pain they are putting me through, even though I knew they were just helping me. The pain was just too much, I kept falling in and out of conciousness. I will always remember this day as my own personal hell, not just for the constant pain but for what I lost that day.

This was the day I learned my life has changed forever. It wasn't the same as my sisters and I's constent moving, never having a permanent place to stay or somewhere to call home. No, this was something that came with a fire fist aimed at my face, leaving a permanent mark. Irreversible, irreplaceable and scaring. I lost my arms and there was nothing I could do about it. Fate really was cruel. To top it off, it was also the day I realized I lost more then just my arms. My sisters left without me, not that I blame them, but I wanted them near when I was in such agony. Only to later find out that they have gone missing, and I've searched and searched and before I knew it two years have gone by.

The only thing that got me through my dark times was the mayor and his support. He was the parental figure I never knew I needed. He loved using quotes or phrases from books he read to make me feel better. The first night, when I was stable enough and not going to pass out again, he told me; "You are alive, let that be enough." His words made me think a lot of how I wished things have been different, but fate has a funny way of doing things. Fate leads the willing and drags the unwilling.

"This was suppose to happen, whether you like it or not. Let go of the illusion that it could have been any different." I took many of his words lightly, but there are a few that latched onto my heart and I would remember them forever. "What happened, has happened. Free your mind from it, you're onto a new chapter in your life. You gotta accept change and move on." Every time he tells me things like this, I just wanted to strangle him. I didn't want to let things go. I wanted to stay mad at the world. But, I realized a little too late that my anger didn't matter, because nothing was going to change just because I felt this way.

It took so long for me to let go of my anger, to get out of my depression and do something about it. My choice on what to do about it didn't seem to impress the mayor, but he accepted my choice and tried to support me. "Two blades, huh?" He looked at my weapons of choice and showed his dislike of them, "Why do you want these swords? A sword is a tool meant to kill." He looked so serious that day, that I wasn't brave enough to look away from his piercing eyes, "Why do you need it? Who's life do you intend to take? Your enemies?" He didn't give me a chance to speak, "Listen to me, you don't have enemies. The thruth is, that nobody has them. Nobody in this entire world deserves to get hurt."

He was right, but he was also wrong. I never intended to take anyone's lives. A sword could be used for more than killing. I wanted to use it to protect, be it myself or someone else. But, life is such a fragile thing. Even if I never intended to take anyone's life, things never play out as I always wanted it to. I've only ever killed someone with burning hatred in my heart once, and that was years ago. I'm doing everything in my abilities to never do it again. To never kill again. But, like I said, fate is a funny thing and life is unfortunately a fragile thing.