The Princess's Swordsman

Lougetown

Chapter 4

"What if I went with you?" He stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned his body to face her.

"What?"

"I'll do what ever you need me to do. I'll carry what ever you want to carry. I'll walk as far as you do. And... in addition, I won't bother you at all."

"I walk for miles each day."

"That's fine!"

"I don't stop often."

"Neither do I."

"You're not coming."

"Yes I am."

"I don't want you to come."

"Well then it's gonna be a really long tip of you then!" There was obviously no stopping her. She walked ahead of him, "Come on then!" He did not seemed pleased.

Within five minutes of the "vacation" she began to ask questions, "So... where are you headed?" She really didn't mind care about where they were going at the moment, all she wanted was the silence to break. He sighed, "Loguetown. We'll be there by night fall if we keep going," he answered.

"Loguetown," she repeated, "Sounds like a peaceful place."

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Sure enough, when night fell the reached Loguetown. It wasn't like the town near the palace. This one was larger, and even at night the town was still bustling and bright. It was a nice place. Olvia liked it. She followed behind her rescuer. Then it dawned on her, "That's right! I was too busy thinking about home to ask him is name! I wonder if he noticed. I hope I haven't offended him." She stopped, "Oh no, I am NOT going in there!" She pointed to the Pub they were standing before.

"Suit yourself, but you'll be alone." He started for the door.

"Well, if you put it that way," she said as she walked beside him through the doors.

This pub was no different than the last. But there was something different about her experience this time. What was it? Men were still fighting and the women still flirting. She looked around. What made it different? She heard the sound of a chair being scooted out. She looked ahead, the green-haired man had pulled out a chair, looking at her with no expression; it was him, he was the reason it was different. There was someone to protect her.

She sat down beside him, "Thank you," she cleared her throat. He nodded in response. The bartender came out, "What'll it be for you youngsters" he asked with a gleam in his eye. He seemed like a nice old man, with white hair and a white mustache. ('Cause mustaches are awesome)

"Binks' sake," said the swordsman. She looked at him.

"Two please," she replied smiling at the old bartender. He nodded and prepared their drinks. The swordsman looked at her, "You're not gonna like it," he told her.

"Why?" Bam! The bartender slammed to large wooden mugs onto the bar top. She swallowed hard. How was she going to drink all of that? The young man beside her was confident about it! He grabbed the mug and drank it hardily. She watched his throat move up and down as he did so. She hesitated before grabbing her own drink. She took one sip and began to cough. The he smiled, "See?" She coughed some more, "I just have to get used to it is all. I am so used to wine is all it is."

"Sure." Then he drank up his entire mug, impressively, "Your turn." He smirked at her. She took yet another sip and coughed on that too. Her checks were pink with embarrassment, "I don't suppose you could drink this too?" She asked, looking down at her skirt. He laughed and took the mug form her. He drank it then and there as she watched as if she was learning something, "Just promise me you'll never get drunk." He stood up saying, "I never get drunk."

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She was refreshed by the open air. She inhaled, eyes closed.

"I need to get some supplies here. So stay close or get lost. And, if you do get lost, I won't come and find you so watch yourself."

"I'll be fine," she smiled at him calmly, "I'm with you aren't I?" she giggled a bit. His eyes grew a bit wider but he turned away so she never saw it. He started off again, but she stopped him, "Wait. I," She paused, "I haven't ask you for your name."

"It's Roranora Zoro," he said with out looking at her or making eye contact. He continued on. She followed close behind as well. She was still uncomfortable walking beside a stranger.

They past so many wondrous and beautiful things along side the well lit streets she wanted to see, but she did not want to get lost so she reluctantly stayed close to the swordsman. She walked by a florist's cart selling colorful flowers, she checked to see if Zoro was not too far ahead so she stopped only for a moment.

"Hello miss! Lovely night isn't it?" the florist asked.

"Yes it is. Your flowers are lovely."

"Thank you miss! They are freshly picked everyday." Olvia nodded smiling. She checked for the swordsman, who was getting farther away, "Oh, I am truly sorry but I must be going. I don't want to get lost."

"I understand miss, have a good night." Ovlia was about to leave when her dress caught onto some thorns of the roses, "Oh no." She tried to release herself but whatever she did she made it worse.

"Oh no! This always happens! I'm so sorry!" The florist rushed over to help, but she only made it worse. Olvia hurried as fast as she could, now was not the perfect time! Then someone swooped in and was able to get the thorns out of her dress.

"Zoro!" He stood up and scolded her with no harshness in his voice, "What did I tell you?"

"Sorry." He grabbed her arm, "Come on," he said.

"I thought you said you wouldn't come find me?" He said nothing in response. They continued down the street.