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Tears streamed from my face, down to the cool springs below me. I sat in the miniature river, hungry and scared for my life.
“Give us everythin’ ya filthy pigs got or else out captain won't be merciful!” Clutching a police officer’s leg, that was the moment the terror began, witnessing countless murders and homes being destroyed and burned to the dirt.
“Run, (Y/n).” The officer muttered, spinning on his heels and shoving me. I was so frozen in fear I obeyed, fleeing to the one hidden place no one knew of.
All I could do was cry. I had no idea how to get any food or where to go to find help. Glancing down at my tiny hands, my hiccups became stronger as I rubbed my tears away while more wails escaped my lips.
“Hello? Ah!” I suddenly heard a deep voice. My head shot up in fear, my pure white wings ready to fly away and run for my life.
“I’m sorry, little girl. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” The man smiled, bearing his milky white teeth at me. He reached out his hand, which I vigorously shook my head and whimpered.
“No! Go away!” I yelled.
“Please, you can't survive out here on your own.” The tall man paused for a moment.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I forgot to tell you my name! My name is Gol D. Roger. I am the captain of my ship.” My glistening (e/c) orbs registered his appearance, a man with a straw hat and short midnight black hair. Just from the sight of him, I raced to his leg, gripping the fabric of his pants and crying intensely. Roger hugged me tenderly.
“M-My name is (Y/n). P-Please h-help me, Roger!” Suddenly, Roger felt his leg wet. He ushered me off him to see the leg of his pants soaked.
“Did you cry this much?!” He exclaimed, wringing the fabric the best he can.
“No. I ate a Devil Fruit.” I showed him my power- the Water Water Fruit.
“A bad pirate had dropped it so I stole it. I was so hungry, but the weird watermelon was nasty!” My belly growled, sending a rush of blood to my face.
“Come on. I’ll treat you to a nice meal and a room. How does that sound?” My face beamed, jumping up with my hands outstretched and fluttering onto Roger’s shoulder.
“Thank you!” I hugged his head tightly, pushing down his straw hat.