Chapter one: Floating

The small boat floated away from the island, or at least she believed it did. It was hard to tell anything being inside a Calm Sea. How an island could stay intact in a Calm Sea was due to it being property of the Navy.

Everything on the island was property of the Navy, including the girl "floating" away on a poorly built boar that took her 10 years to make. This island was a scrap island; a gigantic trash heap filled with the Navy's discarded property. They only time she saw anyone was when the Navy came to throw something away.

The same crew came to the island every time. The same select stoic Marines, who were willing to ignore the island's only inhabitant. They never talked to her, but she remembered their faces. Why? She never knew why. She just did, just like she knew the ends and out of the entire island. She guess it was just something to occupy her time.

They came to drop off wood and steel from broken up ships, unusable gunpowder and rusted swords and occasionally torn uniforms that were beyond repair. She went through all of and organized it, hoping to find something to use. No food scraps were tossed. That would be too easy and could keep her alive and that was the opposite of why she was here.

They left her here to die. She was failed experiment, so they needed to be rid of her. She wasn't a criminal, so they couldn't justify sending her to Impel Down, but declaring that she was lost at sea and presumed dead satisfied all the bleeding hearts in the higher up.

She accepted this fact when she nine years old. She doesn't know how she survived but she knew that if she stayed on the island she would continue to survive. She knew enough about the world to know that any calm sea was infested with Sea Kings. Since the Navel trash heap was protected from Sea Kings by a Dr. Vegapunk product, she had to get off the island. She hoped and prayed that she managed to "float" far enough away from the island to be eaten by a Sea King. It was a fast and effective way to die.

She stopped looking at the island that had been her home for a decade. There was no way to tell if it was getting smaller in the distance so she laid back and looked up at the sky. Not a cloud in sight. She turned her head a little and heard the crinkle of paper. She had almost forgotten it. Reaching up and grabbing it, she read it for the millionth time. This paper was extra motivation for her to die. It was a clipping of an old newspaper that told of the demise of Portgas D Ace. She was excited about the afterlife because now she would get to see Ace again and this time he would protect her.