Your footsteps thundered through the dense undergrowth.
"Come on Angel! We're gonna be late!"
"I'm coming," you yelled back, effortlessly vaulting over a fallen tree.
"I'm gonna get there first!"
"Hell no! I am!"
"Wanna bet?!"
How long had it been since you'd first met him. A year? Maybe two? Time had flown by so fast you'd barely noticed.
"Wahooooooooo!" A tiny figure skipped round one of the baboon traps, "I can't wait!"
You frowned, "Luffy, be careful. I don't want you falling off a cliff or getting caught in a lure again."
"Shishishi! Don't worry about it!"
You were all taller now. Well, maybe you weren't. For some reason you didn't grow as much as the boys did. Your personal theory was that the arm had something to do about it. Not that you really cared. Metal couldn't grow, so at least your arm wasn't getting any bigger.
"Hey!" Sabo grinned, eyes sparkling, "I can see the Foosha windmills! I win!"
"I saw them first!" Ace growled up ahead.
"Oh yeah, then why didn't you say anything?"
"Because...because...because it's immature!"
"Uh huh...really..."
As soon as you entered the town, the crowd parted to make way for the miniature stampede.
"My," The washer woman smiled, raising her basket onto her head to avoid it being upended, "it it isn't the wild bunch and the little Angel!"
"Good morning Miss Emma," you waved as you sprinted past.
"Be careful you don't trip!"
"We will!"
"You going to see the ship come in?" A man leant out the window.
"Yeah we are!" Sabo grinned.
"You'd better hurry," another chuckled, "They're almost into port."
"They are!?" Luffy wailed, "Come on you guys, faster!"
"Just chill, we're almost there." Ace pointed, "See? There's the port!"
"Can you see him yet? Can you see him?!" Luffy shoved past them, running right up to curl his toes over the edge of the dock. He beamed, "YEAH! HE'S OVER THERE! LOOK ANGEL! LOOOOK!"
He didn't need to tell you. The silhouette was unmistakable.
The four sails. The roaring wyvern figurehead. And the jolly roger with red stripes slashed through its eye.
Your heart pounded in your chest as the shadow of the large ship blotted out the sun above. Even though now you'd seen it time and time again, it still held the same grandeur and presence it always did.
A figure waved from the deck, "Hey kids, long time no see."
"SHANKS!"
It was so great to see him again. The others were begging for stories of heroism and piracy, but you were excited about what else he bought with him. News. You could only learn so much from newspapers and magazines. It was better to hear from a first hand source. And ever since Shanks had officially made Foosha Village his base a year ago, he'd been one of the best sources of information you could think of.
The ship slid cooly into the harbour, ropes already being tossed from the deck to be lassooed around the securing pillars. Simultaneously figures scrambled up the rigging to secure the sails and the loose ropes, while others scuttled around the deck to prepare rope ladders and gangplanks. It was a maneuver so slick and coordinated that you couldn't help but be awed.
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Broken Faith
Fanfiction[F!ReaderxASL] It's hard sometimes to accept who or what you are. That thought came to you when you were only six years old. Because being one of the infamous World Nobles wasn't enough, now you have to live with a robotic arm after the fire that de...
