piratejournal | ♥ 001

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[Flowing, almost archaic script starts to inundate the page.]

Dearest Brother,

I do not know if you will ever receive this letter. All I know is that I have been spirited away to this dastardly, horrid, menacing, troubling, and mysterious place known as Isla Empieza. I am very much afraid – who knows what the people here would do to a young maiden such as myself? Oh, oh, my dearest brother, my virtue is at stake – you must come at once! If I die here, I will come back to haunt you and you will never hear the end of it, so I suggest that you come and fetch me at this very moment! One such man asked me my name, and I threw him off the dock. I am truly helpless, waif-like, and defenseless, and I need your aid!

Please, also let my darling fiance Ranma-sama know that I am longing for him. I will simply not entertain thoughts of any other until I find myself in his arms once more. I know how he grieves, but console him, my dearest sibling. How he must pine for me – it is unthinkable.

Brother, I will put this letter in a bottle and hope that it reaches you. I will perhaps ask a turtle to bear it for me. When you receive this, please come and rescue me!

Love,
The Star of Hope of the Gymnast World
The Black Rose
Your Beloved Sister
Kodachi

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[Some time later . . .]

I can't rip the page out! I've been trying for hours! It just . . . flies back into the journal . . . !!! Magic exists, but only to taunt me! The fates are against me! I'll never be rescued now!

[Cue shrieks, wails, and sobs. When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.]

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[Blink blink. Uh, that sounded a lot like his dad. And every other pirate dad.]

Sounds like you've got Pirate Parents. That's how a lot of children of the sea are born. [Rather, not all of them had posh lifestyles waiting at home for them.]

I'm nothin' special in that case, but I am really strong. I guess that's the difference.

Oh, my father's a principal of a school, so I don't think he gets to sail as much. [Rather, he spends all his time lobbing coconut bombs and trying to give the students haircuts.] I should ask him once I see him again.

[The fact that he's not around doesn't make her sad - she's used to it. She's sadder that Tatewaki's nowhere to be found.]

Strong? [You could hear the eagerness in her voice.] How so, Mr. Ace?

Would you protect me if I needed your help? ♥ [She'd be batting her lashes if you could see her . . .]

Hmmm. If you were nearby, sure. [She didn't seem like a bad lady, after all. Otherwise--]

Though, I'm not the type to go too much out of my way. I'm a Captain, so my crew is what I protect the most.

Otherwise, if you were an ally as well, then I'd be obliged.

[Pout!]

And if we were friends?

Then, I'd protect you.

[It was a pretty straight-forward idea. Ace did what he wanted.]

I hope that we can be friends, then.

Well, you haven't done anythin' to indicate I shouldn't let you be a friend of mine.

Is there a reason why you wouldn't be?

I don't think so!

It's just that -

Oh! I've never had friends before!

[He scoffed, audibly.] Ahhh, don't play around. You're really courteous.

I haven't! This is my first time!

I used to always study and practice my martial arts and my music and I never had time for friends before!

[That and she was deemed too insane by most people.]

You spend that much time outta the day on those? Seems a little excessive to me. Even Jinbe said practice helps repair your muscles for later...

Yes, I do.

It's true! Practice keeps one's muscles toned and one's body limber so that when the duels arrive, you don't end up straining yourself too much.

I'm always busy, so I've never really had time to make friends. Now, however . . . away from home and all alone . . . a friend would be a comfort! [And people she can pick on.]

Are you a martial artist too? ♥

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Nah, not formally. I never learned a style like karate or anything. I've always fought on the street and learned things on my own. Regular 'training' doesn't suit how I fight, anyway.

[Dirty, harsh and abusive. Though, he was exceptionally graceful. A lot of what Ace did could easily be mistaken for a trained style if only because he'd been fighting adults since he was three or four years old.]

How about you? What's your... style?

Who do you fight?

Martial arts rhythmic gymnastics. Perhaps we should show each other what we can do sometime. Ohohohohoho~!

Whoever I want.

Eh, like have a practice round? Alright, but I don't really take it easy on women, y'know. I'm not a gentleman, after all.

When it comes to combat, I wouldn't have it any other way. ♥

Good. For the moment, though, I'll leave you be. We can't have a match until you've got your situation sorted out, after all.

Thank you, Mr. Ace. I just hope that my brother gets here soon!

Sure, but--you oughta take it easy on him. It's gonna be a tough sail, out here.

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