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winter 2015-2016 ficathon: take me with you to the sea
take me with you to the sea
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(Anonymous) 2015-12-28 07:35 am (UTC)(link)----------------
When she had first started her journey, she thought it would come to an end when Crocodile was either in jail or dead. Her country would rejoice when they had realized what had actually happened, and her father would be respected by the people. She would take her position once again as the Princess, eventually becoming the Queen once her father thought she was ready. The whole ordeal with Crocodile would simply become a chapter in the history books.
She had never bothered to take into account that the Grand Line never let things go to plan.
The unusual pirate crew she had met along the way had welcomed her onto their ship (some, she remembered with a strange fondness, seemed more reluctant than others) once they found out her true motives for joining Baroque Works. This definitely was not a part of her plan.
(When she first met them, she had only planned on using them to get to her home once more, and maybe use their strength to help take down Crocodile, as she acknowledged that she would need all the help she could get. She would pay them a reward at the end, then they would part ways, probably never to see each other again. They were pirates after all.)
By that point, she realized upon reflection, it was already too late for her to turn her back on them. The captain had greeted her with welcoming smile and a loud laugh, while the navigator had instantly gravitated towards her. The cook spoiled her with various treats, and the sharpshooter told her all of the ‘adventures’ that they already had. Even the swordsman had even offered to help her train if she so decided. (The small doctor that ended up joining after her simply accepted her as what she was--one of the crew.)
After many small adventures, they finally landed on the shores of her home country, and at the same time, she found that she was becoming more worried, but not about the fight nor about the rebuilding that she knew was going to occur. Rather, she had found another thing that worried her. She began to realize that their journey together was getting closer to an end with every step they took. And the more they traveled together, the more confused she became. She knew she had a duty to remain home, back to the policies and the meetings, the training sessions with the counselors, and the meetings with politicians. She could help her people the most by staying and becoming the best she could be.
And yet…
Traveling across the seas, meeting new people, going with (dare she say) her friends?
She had never considered a life outside Alabasta. A life at sea, traveling with not-your-typical pirates, going from island to island, city to city, meeting all kinds of people, sounded….
She couldn’t even find the words to describe it. If she went with them, there was no doubt endless adventures were ahead of her, but she would be abandoning the country she had been trying to save. If she didn’t, she would live the life she always planned. So, did she actually have a choice?
(She tried to push away the thoughts in her head the resembled that of the sea, rather than the desert.)
When the final fight with Crocodile finally came to a finish, the rain fell on her country for the first time in years. She felt…...happy. There was no doubt of that. People had danced in the street to the musicians that joined them. Vendors appeared out of seemingly nowhere and practically gave away what they had due to their excitement. There was so much laughing and smiling. She felt welcomed as she walked down the street, rather than ignored, despised. (Her father seemed so much younger after that day.) It had been nothing short of a miracle.
And yet she couldn’t help but still feel the pull of the sea.
Her father seemed to have known before she told him. He saw how she interacted with the Strawhats. He had realized that while her home was Alabasta, her home no longer was on land. He told her it was ultimately her choice, he would support her no matter what. They would find a way to make it work if she left (it would be a huge scandal, no doubt), but she was happy with them (some more than others, he said with a knowing smile, causing her to blush at his implication). As long as she came back, then he was happy as long as she was.
That was the last little push she needed. She practically ran to her room (the last time for quite awhile), and gathered things that she might need. It was only a small pile, as most of her belongings were that of a ‘Princess’ rather than a ‘pirate,’ so she could easily fit into one of Carue’s side bags. She had half a thought to say goodbye to everyone else, but she couldn’t find anything to say.
There was nothing left for her to do besides catching up with the Strawhats.
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Vivi put her crossed arms on the railing and looked at the vast ocean around the ship. She heard the sharpshooter, the doctor, and, the most childish of them all, the captain, playing some game that they had created. There was a creaking sound from where the swordsman was training with seemingly-impossible weights (though, she had learned, with this crew, the word ‘impossible’ didn’t exist). There was idle chatter from where the navigator and, in a strange twist of events, one of the same people who had tried to take over her country, were currently sitting on the deck (the latter she would come to understand later in their journey, but for now the two had a silent agreement to a truce for the sake of the crew). The cook appeared out of the galley with his latest creation, and immediately started swooning over ‘all of the pretty ladies’ that were now on board the ship.
No, it wasn’t the life she imagined for herself, but going with them had seemed like the right choice, and now she could only wait and see what the future held for her.
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