Unseekers (Portgas D. Ace X OC)

Chapter 7|Days of Slipping

1068 Days ago:

Isabelle was not a sad story, No. She refused to be. She was going to be known as someone who sucked the life out of life itself.

But she wondered if hanging off the mast of a ship hundreds of meters above the water was necessary to quench her thirst for adventure.

The deck of the enemy ship was in chaos, the tussle between the Rud Pirates and White Beards lasting longer than she anticipated.

"Isabelle, I'm not hauling your sorry ass back to the ship if you fall from there!" Oliva's voice called out from somewhere below.

"What about a broken ass?"Isabelle asked above the whip of the salty wind.

Another dagger whisked right past her, missing her ear by a centimeter. Isabelle huffed, swinging her legs into the log of a mast, managing to get up on her wobbly feet.
An explosion rocked the ship sideways, and almost knocked her out of her feet. She swore, grabbing into the cloth of the mast.

"One more of that and you're a goner, Ace!" Isabelle yelled.

"My bad!" Ace's amused voice called. That boy had been enjoying himself these days.

"Stay still, birdie," A Rud Pirate grunted, aiming another dagger at her. Isabelle focused on sliding down the raft, knowing the dagger wouldn't hit her.

The Dagger whisked past her and lodged on the wood behind her.
Swinging from the mast, she flung off, growing jagged pieces of Beryl crystal under her feet. The drop was exhilarating, her stomach rising to her chest.
She landed on the man's shoulders, spilling his blood on the wooden panes of the deck. Another wave of crystals froze the foes around her as well as startle Izo.

"Little less messy, if you will," Marco grumbled as he dragged a man by the back of his shirt.

"You'll regret this!" Raved the Rud Pirate Captain, who Marco thankfully left alive.
The said man dug his boots into the pirate's already battered face.

"Let's make this quick. What were you doing on Agiri Island when you clearly know it belongs to White Beard?" Marco tilted his head.

Isabelle found this Marco the most fun to watch second to when he flirted with Oliva.

The pirate beneath his foot didn't reply.

"You're making it harder than it should be," Marco leaned forward, nothing good brewing in his cold eyes.

"All done," Ace dumped the rest of the tied up crew in front of Marco.

Marco scanned the battered crew. "Let's see. I guess I'll start with the Captain,"

"No wait-" A young kid from the crew spoke up. The Captian shot him a seething glare of warning. "The mad King--Juri. He's searching for someone from your Crew. A girl,"

Isabelle stopped breathing.

"They wrecked an island to search for a girl?" Vesta hummed, again twisting his mustache between two fingers. "We have found ourselves a competent foe, indeed,"

There was an unhinged cry from behind them, followed by shouts from the White Beards as a gunshot echoed in the air between them.

Isabelle saw the gun was pointed at her, felt the pain, not from the bullet but for the woman that jumped between her and the bullet.
Isabelle just had time to blink as Oliva's crumbling body hitting the wooden deck.

Marco let out a cry that haunted the skin off of the redhead.

Oh, Isabelle was not a sad story.