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RQ's - OPEN
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A/N: Here guys, have some more Izou<3 I love the man!! Anyway, I really hope this meets what you were looking for, I went back and forth a million times on this!
The sun was high, casting a warm glow across the deck of the Moby Dick. Gulls cried overhead, a symphony to the rhythm of the waves. The sea was unusually calm today, a rare gift on the Grand Line. You leaned against the railing, letting the salty breeze ruffle through your hair, enjoying a moment of peace amidst your bustling comrades.
As a well established member of the Whitebeard Pirates, you were used to the chaos that life at sea often brought. Still, days like today allowed everyone a chance to breathe. You watched as Marco joked around with Thatch, a laugh escaping your lips when Thatch nearly tripped over a coiled rope in his haste to retaliate.
Your role on the ship was less conspicuous but no less important. Often found poring over maps and ancient texts, you helped navigate the tricky waters of the Grand Line. It was a job that suited your quiet nature.
The peace of the day was shattered by the sharp cry of "Ship ahoy!" from the crow's nest. Instantly, the crew sprang into action, the earlier tranquillity replaced by the rush of adrenaline. Whitebeard, ever the commanding presence, called out orders, his voice booming over the clamour.
You rushed to your station, heart pounding as you prepared for what was coming. As the enemy ship drew closer, you could make out their flags, a rival rookie crew known for their ruthlessness. The air buzzed with tension, and you felt a surge of nerves.
The battle began with a deafening roar of cannons. You stayed focused, manoeuvring through the chaos to deliver messages and instructions. Suddenly, an enemy pirate swung over to your ship, landing dangerously close to you. Frozen for a split second.
Just as the pirate noticed your fear and raised his weapon, a figure clad in a flowing kimono stepped in front of you, a gun in his hand. Izou's presence was calm and focused as he took aim and fired, his shot precise, of course the enemy fell. As the immediate threat diminished, Izou turned to you, his eyes softening a bit.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice calm. You nodded, trying to steady your breath. "Yes, thanks to you". A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Stay close" he advised before moving off to provide cover to the others.
For the remainder of the battle, you found yourself watching him, impressed and a bit awed by his effortless precision, you'd never paid much attention before. When the dust settled, and the enemy was retreating, the adrenaline that had sustained you faded, replaced by a newfound appreciation for the man who had saved your life.
Later, as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, you found Izou alone, cleaning his guns. Gathering your courage, you approached him. "Thank you, Izou. For earlier" you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.
