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Chronicles of Charlotte
Chapter 1
"Expectations"
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Year: 1478:
Charlotte LinLin was a very successful young pirate with a considerable reputation which were highly based on her immense strength and brutality but also her incredible sturdiness which made her nearly invincible against all sort of attacks. She was on and about to create a Land of Dreams together with her First Mate, Streusen, skillful chef and father of LinLin's two eldest children PerosPero and Compote...She often was on sea, travelling around to get new land and loot, like a true pirate of course, and to find people who wanted to life in her soon to be Dreamland.
Even she was only twenty-two years of age, she already had nine children, all multiple births, consisting of a couple of twins, triplets, quadruplets and quintuplets in the making. LinLin was well in her pregnancy with them, her belly bulging out in the tight dresses she wore. Given, everyone around her was careful because in these times her hunger pangs were even worse, food in the most ridicule combinations had to be brought to her, else she would throw a tantrum without end.
Right now, LinLin was in her oldest daughter Compote's room, sitting on her bed which barely could hold the size of the woman.
Compote P.O.V:
Mama was in one of her rare good moods and i was glad about that. More than often i and my siblings of course had to endure her anger fits and frightening power when she was killing yet another of her husbands which of course we had to watch every damn time...by now i don't really care anymore, my own father is unknown to me and to be honest i am not too keen of finding out either. He probably found a horrible end by the hands of Mama either way...
Now she was in front of me, asking if i had trained my haki yet. Haki was a thing really useful in battles, Mama was keen on teaching us this because this way we could be even stronger as we already were, which was the most important thing for Mama. Strength over everything was her credo and we all had to life after it. For me, being the oldest daughter had nearly only downs and no ups. My twin PerosPero knew exactly how this felt because more than often he shared the same fate. I like to spend a lot of time with him as we can distract each other from our dull lifes as mere power tools which feels good.
But back to topic, i was not sure how long Mama's good mood would hold on so i decided to play along smoothly, i learned to do that by now.
"You know, Compote...as my oldest daughter and heir of this kingdom, you have a huge responsibility, not only for Totland, for your younger siblings as well, you have to be their guidance and rock so to speak, never forget that..." Mama really was in a good mood...But as usual i will comply, what could i do against it anyway...
"And in a way, you`re also my precious little doll, because you would never betray your Mama, isn't that right?" her tone didn't let any ill response count anyway. I nodded silently, trying to smile. It seemed to work as Mama seemed satisfied, she stood up and with a last glance over her shoulder went out of my room. I began to scuttle off my bed, out of my room and in direction of Peros quarters, it was not far away anyway so it was only a short amount of walk. I knocked on his door and let myself slip in.
My brother was sitting at his desk, writing something. I sneaked up on him and put my hands over his eyes with a smile. He tensed shortly before turning around, his long tongue sticking out of his mouth lazily.
"Compote, i told you not to scare me like that! I was so concentrated that i didn't even heard you coming!" Peros turned around to face me, a mocking stern expression was on his face which made me chuckle.
"At least i am not Mama, haha" i laughed, giving PerosPero a small nudge on his cheek. He recoiled and scowled at this.
"What are you writing anyway?" curious as i was, i tried to see what he had wrote. It seemed to be a poem, and a beautiful one on top of that.
"Ahh that sounds nice, you`re really talented in this kind of stuff you know?"
PerosPero's P.O.V
It was not often i had time to use my brain for the more filigrane things of life, like writing for example. I love writing poems and haikus, it is really relaxing and in a way a coping mechanism i guess. Just as i was about to finish the last piece of it, i felt two hands, engulfing my eyes in a dark shadow. It was my slightly younger sister Compote who thought it would be funny to scare me like that.
I turned around and couldn't help but to frown.