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naye´s Chaos Thread:
Witness
I am a Marine to protect my family.
He gritted his teeth and didn´t allow himself to think of anything else. It was cold, or maybe he shivered from something else, he didn´t know and didn´t dare to investigate. Every once in a while he glanced at his comrades and they nodded to each other; sometimes grim, sometimes confident, sometimes scared, sometimes determined, and always a “take care and say goodbye to my family for me.”
I am a Marine to protect my family.
When Whitebeard arrived he took a quick look around. He knew that he was horribly, fatally out of place: a simple man from a small village between the Marine captains, Vice-Admirals, Admirals and giants and the pirates of the New World. But here he was.
When the pirates charged, he ran and was pushed forward and he fired and ducked, but he wasn´t fast enough.
He woke up gasping when a wave swapped over his body. His head swam in grey spots; he tried to get up, but a burning pain told him that his arm was broken. He sank back and tried to look around, to orient himself, but nothing made sense; there was screaming and shouting, people fighting and running everywhere, there was a great wall, breached by a giant, and a new ship, and the platform had disappeared. The wall was behind him, he realized slowly, and he was cut off from the plaza. Most people running were pirates, and they were running towards their ships. The Marine won, he thought with a small smile and lifted his head to get a better look.
So he happened to see, completely by chance, Portgas D. Ace emerging from the flames. He saw Admiral Akainu attack and he saw some other pirate jump in the way and Ace being dragged on the big ship. He saw Shichibukai Jinbei calling the waves and nearly drowning all of Marine Headquarters. He saw limp bodies and countless moaning injured lying on the ground and floating in the water, pirates and Marine soldiers side by side. He saw Whitebeard staying behind, shouting to his men to get away, saw him reaching out and saw Marine Headquarters explode and saw Whitebeard collapsing. He saw giant robots shooting laser beams at the retreating pirate ships and he thought he saw a flaming bird on the horizon, but he wasn´t sure, and his eyes slid shut.
Weeks later, as he recovered in the hospital, he read about how the Marine had utterly defeated the pirates, how they had heroically killed Whitebeard, how Ace´s remains were lost in the pirates´ last act of desperate revenge. He thought about his friends and comrades, still lost nameless on the battleground and not mentioned anywhere.
He closed his eyes and knew that he would never tell anyone what he had seen.
Fashion Sense
Everyone knew that the Blueberry was the most widely read newspaper on the Grandline. Sure, major cities and islands had their own local papers, but interested citizens, Marines and pirates all appreciated its thorough reports on everything going on at sea.
Working for the Blueberry was a badge of honor for every journalist. Although people were usually disappointed when they then heard “fashion column”.
Still, she knew that the competition was nowhere as fierce as it was in the fashion department. Rumors had it that her predecessor had disappeared under extremely suspicious circumstances, and everyone checked the newest photographs five times before writing an article. Life as a fashion expert was more exciting than most people believed.
Every week they got ordinary letters, suggestions and thank-yous and you-must-be-crazy, and then, occasionally, there were the others.
“What did you get this month?,” her colleague asked with a triumphant smirk.
“You first,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms.
“Oh no, not this time.”
“Death threat from Jewelrey Bonney.”
“Damn!”
She grinned and opened her hand. He handed the medal over, sighing. “A polite suggestion for future employment from Captain Bogart.”
She whistled. “Not bad.”
“I know. Well, until next month!”
“We´ll see.”
He clearly didn´t know that the pictures of Captain Hina´s new outfit had already arrived.
Narcolepsy
The first time Ace had suddenly fallen asleep during dinner Dadan had snapped at him to pay more attention and ordered him to go to bed earlier. The second time he´d frowned, but still sent him to bed early, and the third time he´d sighed and told him about “narcolepsy” that caused people to spontaneously fall asleep (or simply be very tired) and then warned him three times that Ace better shouldn´t use it as an excuse because there would be consequences.
It was inconvenient (and it took some time until Ace stopped being afraid that he would fall asleep during the most inopportune times, like when he was in the village), but he got used to it. He didn´t even think to mention it to Luffy (who panicked quite a bit.)
So it came as a complete surprise when, on one of his rare visits, Gramps punched him into the nearest wall when Ace fell asleep in the middle of dinner.
“ACE!” Luffy shouted and Ace quickly tried to send him a reassuring smile while rubbing his head and glaring at Gramps.
“What the hell was that for?” he complained and tried to ignore Dadan grinning in the corner.
But Gramps was already leaving, muttering to himself. Ace could only understand “not even blood-related” and “damn you, Roger!” before the door slammed shut.
“Ace, are you okay?” Luffy asks anxiously when Ace didn´t move.
“I´m fine,” he said stiffly and got up. “I´m not hungry.”
It was over a year before Gramps came again. This time, Ace didn´t run to the beach to welcome him.
Hope
It´s night when he wakes up. He´s lying on a wooden floor; it´s a ship, he finds out when he opens his eyes. All he can remember is being terrified, people running and shouting and dragging him, explosions, the view of the battle from the execution platform… The execution platform. Marinford.
He takes a look around: there are other people sleeping around him (pirates, so it´s not a Marine ship, at least that´s something), many of them with bandages. He can hear voices from further away, but his whole body hurts when he tries to move and he groans.
“Hey, you´re awake.”
He looks up quickly to see a not-quite-familiar face staring down at him. Oh, yes, wasn´t that the guy he freed from the handcuffs? The guy looks exhausted, with deep circles under his eyes.
“I´m First Commander Marco. We picked you up from Marinford. If you want to, you can get off at the next island. Or you can sail with us.”
First Commander. That must be Whitebeard´s crew. He has vague memories of Whitebeard being injured, but self-preservation prevents him from asking.
He looks at Marco again, then at the ship. He´s at a loss for words, doesn´t know what to say, what to do. He´s free again, apparently, and alone. (Where are Strawhat and Buggy?)
“What´s your name?” Marco ask.
“I… Three.”
“Okay. There´s food in the kitchen. When you can stand up on your own, make yourself useful. As I said, you´re welcome to stay or to go.”
With that, Marco stands up and goes over to another man who just woke up, speaking softly.
Three lies back down (his whole body screams “sleep”, even his bones, and his head is punding rhythmically) and thinks about staying with Whitebeard´s crew. Whitebeard´s crew. Maybe, he muses, it could be a new beginning.
Une: That Time of the Month
„What happened?“ Jozu asked and watched as Une shot fire in complicated patterns at a bewildered Marco.
“Not sure,” Thatch said, frowning. “She got mad?”
“Normally she´s trying to kill Oyaji, not Marco.”
“Maybe she became confused.”
Or insane, he added mentally. Their newest involuntary crewmember had started to burn constantly two days ago (and accidentally set the kitchen on fire once, after which she had to run and hide from Marjane for hours.)
Marco ducked and the next flame went through the window into one of the small storerooms. Thatch futilely tried to remember what exactly they stored there when Monique came out with singed hair and a smile that promised bloodshed.
“Une, darling, did you just burn all of this month´s sanitary supplies?”
Une froze with an almost comical expression of guilt on her face. “Um. Maybe?”
Then she made the very wise decision to run.
Thatch nodded to himself. Une would fit in perfectly.
Hidden Treasure
„This isn´t what I imagined when I signed up as a pirate,“ someone muttered in the back.
“Who said that?” Bonney whirled around and stared at her crew.
“Uh, I´m sorry, captain,” the new guy exclaimed and gripped his shovel tighter. “I meant to say, it´s much more exciting than I imagined!”
“Good.” Bonney turned back to the map and continued to compare the crooked trees on the island with the painted one.
Her crew watched impatiently. Treasure was always good, and treasure maps were an important pirate tradition, but they hadn´t expected those damn maps to be so hard to read.
Party
Marco should have known, but for some reason, the thought didn´t even cross his mind. It was three weeks after the battle of Marinford and the fleet was still in chaos; there were injured to reassure, ships to repair and plans to make for the future, not to mention various newcomers to fight off who thought that Whitebeard´s crew were easy prey after the loss of their captain. They learned quickly.
He should have suspected something when Vista stopped him from leaving the kitchen one evening and tricked him into playing cards, but he was tired and the smell of Marjane´s soup was still hanging in the air. Vista was grinning, daring him, and he just couldn´t say no.
Someone hammered against the kitchen door. Vista stood up and pushed Marco out of the door. And only when he saw his brothers standing in a half-circle with a giant cake in the middle, singing “Happy Birthday” loudly and completely wrong, that he remembered his birthday.
For a moment he was so stunned that he couldn´t react. When was the last time they´d celebrated a birthday? Before Ace was captured, of course, and they also missed some after Thatch was murdered. With such a big crew, it was nearly always someone´s birthday, but usually only the commanders´ (and the old man´s) grew big enough to warrant a cake.
Chocolate almond cake. Where had they gotten the chocolate? His favourite, as everyone knew.
“Quit staring,” Vista said and punched him in the arm, making him stumble with surprise.
“I… thanks,” he managed and gratefully grabbed the bottle of sake Monique handed him. He took a deep swallow and then, accompanied with loud cheering, cut the cake, officially starting the party.
Jozu found him in the middle of the night. Marco was leaning against the railing, watching his brothers dance around the fire and sing enthusiastically, sometimes several songs at once. He´d chosen a place in the shadow, but Jozu knew all of his favourite hiding spots.
“Seems wrong without them,” Jozu said and sat down next to him.
Marco nodded.
They sat together in comfortable silence, watching the flames. Marco emptied his second bottle and remembered: Thatch´s loud drunken rambling, Ace jumping through the fire and grinning, his father´s deep laugh. Oars´ grin when they handed him his portion of the cake, Tomin´s arguing about the best spot for the fire, Mina´s high soprano, James´ drums. His family.
He reached for another bottle and then stood up.
“Come on. Let´s go have some fun.”
I also wrote Five times Teyla teamed up with another woman to save the day in Five Things.
And also Ancient Snowflakes//Snowdrop for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_lfws. Which I´m participating in. Did I mention that?
Wow, I´m writing :)
I finally started actually writing my genficathon story instead of only plotting. I now have a bit more than 500 words. But that´s better than none, right?
naye´s Chaos Thread:Witness
I am a Marine to protect my family.
He gritted his teeth and didn´t allow himself to think of anything else. It was cold, or maybe he shivered from something else, he didn´t know and didn´t dare to investigate. Every once in a while he glanced at his comrades and they nodded to each other; sometimes grim, sometimes confident, sometimes scared, sometimes determined, and always a “take care and say goodbye to my family for me.”
I am a Marine to protect my family.
When Whitebeard arrived he took a quick look around. He knew that he was horribly, fatally out of place: a simple man from a small village between the Marine captains, Vice-Admirals, Admirals and giants and the pirates of the New World. But here he was.
When the pirates charged, he ran and was pushed forward and he fired and ducked, but he wasn´t fast enough.
He woke up gasping when a wave swapped over his body. His head swam in grey spots; he tried to get up, but a burning pain told him that his arm was broken. He sank back and tried to look around, to orient himself, but nothing made sense; there was screaming and shouting, people fighting and running everywhere, there was a great wall, breached by a giant, and a new ship, and the platform had disappeared. The wall was behind him, he realized slowly, and he was cut off from the plaza. Most people running were pirates, and they were running towards their ships. The Marine won, he thought with a small smile and lifted his head to get a better look.
So he happened to see, completely by chance, Portgas D. Ace emerging from the flames. He saw Admiral Akainu attack and he saw some other pirate jump in the way and Ace being dragged on the big ship. He saw Shichibukai Jinbei calling the waves and nearly drowning all of Marine Headquarters. He saw limp bodies and countless moaning injured lying on the ground and floating in the water, pirates and Marine soldiers side by side. He saw Whitebeard staying behind, shouting to his men to get away, saw him reaching out and saw Marine Headquarters explode and saw Whitebeard collapsing. He saw giant robots shooting laser beams at the retreating pirate ships and he thought he saw a flaming bird on the horizon, but he wasn´t sure, and his eyes slid shut.
Weeks later, as he recovered in the hospital, he read about how the Marine had utterly defeated the pirates, how they had heroically killed Whitebeard, how Ace´s remains were lost in the pirates´ last act of desperate revenge. He thought about his friends and comrades, still lost nameless on the battleground and not mentioned anywhere.
He closed his eyes and knew that he would never tell anyone what he had seen.
Fashion Sense
Everyone knew that the Blueberry was the most widely read newspaper on the Grandline. Sure, major cities and islands had their own local papers, but interested citizens, Marines and pirates all appreciated its thorough reports on everything going on at sea.
Working for the Blueberry was a badge of honor for every journalist. Although people were usually disappointed when they then heard “fashion column”.
Still, she knew that the competition was nowhere as fierce as it was in the fashion department. Rumors had it that her predecessor had disappeared under extremely suspicious circumstances, and everyone checked the newest photographs five times before writing an article. Life as a fashion expert was more exciting than most people believed.
Every week they got ordinary letters, suggestions and thank-yous and you-must-be-crazy, and then, occasionally, there were the others.
“What did you get this month?,” her colleague asked with a triumphant smirk.
“You first,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms.
“Oh no, not this time.”
“Death threat from Jewelrey Bonney.”
“Damn!”
She grinned and opened her hand. He handed the medal over, sighing. “A polite suggestion for future employment from Captain Bogart.”
She whistled. “Not bad.”
“I know. Well, until next month!”
“We´ll see.”
He clearly didn´t know that the pictures of Captain Hina´s new outfit had already arrived.
Narcolepsy
The first time Ace had suddenly fallen asleep during dinner Dadan had snapped at him to pay more attention and ordered him to go to bed earlier. The second time he´d frowned, but still sent him to bed early, and the third time he´d sighed and told him about “narcolepsy” that caused people to spontaneously fall asleep (or simply be very tired) and then warned him three times that Ace better shouldn´t use it as an excuse because there would be consequences.
It was inconvenient (and it took some time until Ace stopped being afraid that he would fall asleep during the most inopportune times, like when he was in the village), but he got used to it. He didn´t even think to mention it to Luffy (who panicked quite a bit.)
So it came as a complete surprise when, on one of his rare visits, Gramps punched him into the nearest wall when Ace fell asleep in the middle of dinner.
“ACE!” Luffy shouted and Ace quickly tried to send him a reassuring smile while rubbing his head and glaring at Gramps.
“What the hell was that for?” he complained and tried to ignore Dadan grinning in the corner.
But Gramps was already leaving, muttering to himself. Ace could only understand “not even blood-related” and “damn you, Roger!” before the door slammed shut.
“Ace, are you okay?” Luffy asks anxiously when Ace didn´t move.
“I´m fine,” he said stiffly and got up. “I´m not hungry.”
It was over a year before Gramps came again. This time, Ace didn´t run to the beach to welcome him.
Hope
It´s night when he wakes up. He´s lying on a wooden floor; it´s a ship, he finds out when he opens his eyes. All he can remember is being terrified, people running and shouting and dragging him, explosions, the view of the battle from the execution platform… The execution platform. Marinford.
He takes a look around: there are other people sleeping around him (pirates, so it´s not a Marine ship, at least that´s something), many of them with bandages. He can hear voices from further away, but his whole body hurts when he tries to move and he groans.
“Hey, you´re awake.”
He looks up quickly to see a not-quite-familiar face staring down at him. Oh, yes, wasn´t that the guy he freed from the handcuffs? The guy looks exhausted, with deep circles under his eyes.
“I´m First Commander Marco. We picked you up from Marinford. If you want to, you can get off at the next island. Or you can sail with us.”
First Commander. That must be Whitebeard´s crew. He has vague memories of Whitebeard being injured, but self-preservation prevents him from asking.
He looks at Marco again, then at the ship. He´s at a loss for words, doesn´t know what to say, what to do. He´s free again, apparently, and alone. (Where are Strawhat and Buggy?)
“What´s your name?” Marco ask.
“I… Three.”
“Okay. There´s food in the kitchen. When you can stand up on your own, make yourself useful. As I said, you´re welcome to stay or to go.”
With that, Marco stands up and goes over to another man who just woke up, speaking softly.
Three lies back down (his whole body screams “sleep”, even his bones, and his head is punding rhythmically) and thinks about staying with Whitebeard´s crew. Whitebeard´s crew. Maybe, he muses, it could be a new beginning.
Une: That Time of the Month
„What happened?“ Jozu asked and watched as Une shot fire in complicated patterns at a bewildered Marco.
“Not sure,” Thatch said, frowning. “She got mad?”
“Normally she´s trying to kill Oyaji, not Marco.”
“Maybe she became confused.”
Or insane, he added mentally. Their newest involuntary crewmember had started to burn constantly two days ago (and accidentally set the kitchen on fire once, after which she had to run and hide from Marjane for hours.)
Marco ducked and the next flame went through the window into one of the small storerooms. Thatch futilely tried to remember what exactly they stored there when Monique came out with singed hair and a smile that promised bloodshed.
“Une, darling, did you just burn all of this month´s sanitary supplies?”
Une froze with an almost comical expression of guilt on her face. “Um. Maybe?”
Then she made the very wise decision to run.
Thatch nodded to himself. Une would fit in perfectly.
Hidden Treasure
„This isn´t what I imagined when I signed up as a pirate,“ someone muttered in the back.
“Who said that?” Bonney whirled around and stared at her crew.
“Uh, I´m sorry, captain,” the new guy exclaimed and gripped his shovel tighter. “I meant to say, it´s much more exciting than I imagined!”
“Good.” Bonney turned back to the map and continued to compare the crooked trees on the island with the painted one.
Her crew watched impatiently. Treasure was always good, and treasure maps were an important pirate tradition, but they hadn´t expected those damn maps to be so hard to read.
Party
Marco should have known, but for some reason, the thought didn´t even cross his mind. It was three weeks after the battle of Marinford and the fleet was still in chaos; there were injured to reassure, ships to repair and plans to make for the future, not to mention various newcomers to fight off who thought that Whitebeard´s crew were easy prey after the loss of their captain. They learned quickly.
He should have suspected something when Vista stopped him from leaving the kitchen one evening and tricked him into playing cards, but he was tired and the smell of Marjane´s soup was still hanging in the air. Vista was grinning, daring him, and he just couldn´t say no.
Someone hammered against the kitchen door. Vista stood up and pushed Marco out of the door. And only when he saw his brothers standing in a half-circle with a giant cake in the middle, singing “Happy Birthday” loudly and completely wrong, that he remembered his birthday.
For a moment he was so stunned that he couldn´t react. When was the last time they´d celebrated a birthday? Before Ace was captured, of course, and they also missed some after Thatch was murdered. With such a big crew, it was nearly always someone´s birthday, but usually only the commanders´ (and the old man´s) grew big enough to warrant a cake.
Chocolate almond cake. Where had they gotten the chocolate? His favourite, as everyone knew.
“Quit staring,” Vista said and punched him in the arm, making him stumble with surprise.
“I… thanks,” he managed and gratefully grabbed the bottle of sake Monique handed him. He took a deep swallow and then, accompanied with loud cheering, cut the cake, officially starting the party.
Jozu found him in the middle of the night. Marco was leaning against the railing, watching his brothers dance around the fire and sing enthusiastically, sometimes several songs at once. He´d chosen a place in the shadow, but Jozu knew all of his favourite hiding spots.
“Seems wrong without them,” Jozu said and sat down next to him.
Marco nodded.
They sat together in comfortable silence, watching the flames. Marco emptied his second bottle and remembered: Thatch´s loud drunken rambling, Ace jumping through the fire and grinning, his father´s deep laugh. Oars´ grin when they handed him his portion of the cake, Tomin´s arguing about the best spot for the fire, Mina´s high soprano, James´ drums. His family.
He reached for another bottle and then stood up.
“Come on. Let´s go have some fun.”
I also wrote Five times Teyla teamed up with another woman to save the day in Five Things.
And also Ancient Snowflakes//Snowdrop for
sga_lfws. Which I´m participating in. Did I mention that?Wow, I´m writing :)
I finally started actually writing my genficathon story instead of only plotting. I now have a bit more than 500 words. But that´s better than none, right?
