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Buster Call and the Man with a Pineapple-Like Head

There was smoke in the night sky, fires ablaze on an island in the West Blue. Five Navy ships opened fire on everything on shore without any signs of stopping. A shipwreck sank down to the bottom of the ocean taking the human bodies with it. A lone schooner bobbed up and down on the waves, far enough to be safe from the deafening cannon blasts, giant explosions, and flying debris. On board the small ship stood a man with a blonde, pineapple-like hairstyle.

Marco the Phoenix furrowed his brow, "This is below you, Sengoku." The cannons continued the fierce assault on the island, as the fires raged and the giant tree in the center toppled over, crushing buildings and smaller trees below it. He gazed at the wrecked island and turned away from the flaming scene when suddenly he felt a small presence. Marco walked towards the bow of the ship and looked overboard. He spotted a small girl sitting in a sailboat, her knees against her chest with her arms wrapped around them. The sounds of her sobs reached him, and he clenched his fists, Why would the Navy do something like this? He jumped off his ship and landed on the sailboat. The girl looked up through fearful eyes to find a man with pineapple hair.

"It's okay," Marco assured her, "I'm not one of them-yoi."

He walked to the girl and picked her up. She tried to struggle but Marco calmed her down, "I'm not going to hurt you-yoi."

Then he heard the whiz of a cannon ball and flew upwards, narrowly avoiding the large projectile. One of the ships had found them. Marco scowled and retreated to his ship, yelling at the crew he had come with to get going. The crewmen frantically obeyed his orders, panicking as a stream of cannonballs made its way to their ship. Marco landed on deck, the little girl fearfully clinging to him. The other battleships began to head towards the smaller ship, however, the schooner already had an enormous lead over the marine ships. No matter how hard they tried, there was no hope. The ship soon disappeared from the horizon, along with one of their targets.

Sengoku was not in a good mood today. First of all, he had received the news that the last Oharan, Nico Robin, had been rescued by Marco the Phoenix. Then the Five Elder Stars had ordered him to capture the survivor immediately and now Garp sat in his office, eating senbei and laughing like a buffoon. In front of him stood the five Vice Admirals that had been present during the buster call of Ohara, including Sakazuki and Kuzan, saluting him promptly. The recently-appointed Fleet Admiral plopped down on his chair and heaved a sigh as he shuffled the stack of papers in his hands and set it on his desk.

"The higher ups are not very happy about the result of the buster call. In fact, they demand we capture her without fail, so..."

He lifted up the paper from the top of the stack, revealing the information on the front. Sakazuki's features darkened, while Kuzan and the other three marines stared in shock.

Garp dropped the senbei he was holding and his eyes widened, "Huh?"

Sengoku lowered the poster, "They were very adamant about Nico Robin's capture."

He set the paper on his desk, "For now, on the orders of the Five Elder Stars, you are to start searching all West Blue islands. They couldn't have gotten too far."

The Vice Admirals left the room one by one. Kuzan was the last to leave as he glanced at the poster. Sengoku noticed this and walked towards the lower rank marine.

"It seems as if an amount like that would be considered over the top for a little girl," The Vice Admiral commented.

Sengoku patted him on the shoulder,"We must capture her..."

Wanted

Dead or Alive

Nico Robin

300,000,000 belis

"...at any cost..."

The News Coo flew in the sky above, dropping newspapers. Heads were buried in the papers, and the people all talked about one incident. The Devil Child.

"Did you hear?" A man asked his friend.

"Yeah," he replied, "I can't believe it."

"I know, an eight-year-old girl?"

"She did what even the most feared pirate in the West Blue couldn't," Another man added, "It's only logical."

"But still," The first man's gaze dropped to the newspaper in his hands, "It just seems so absurd. I mean, she is just a child. How can a child do something like this? It's impossible!"

A woman nearby turned to them, "170 million belis is nowhere near enough for this child. What she did is just...frightening."

She pointed to the picture on the front page,"Fifteen battleships headed by Vice Admirals...gone in an instant. A child like that shouldn't be allowed to freely roam the seas. She should be executed immediately!"

The girl had fallen asleep at some point after they had escaped marine cannon fire. Now Marco sat down in the infirmary, beside her thinking of the island in flames. She had minor cuts and bruises but nothing serious. His brows furrowed, why would the Navy destroy an island? He thought of it all night until he finally decided to get some air. Though it was morning, the sky was still dark and there was a cool breeze. He sighed deeply, enjoying the morning air in silence, being extra careful not to disturb his crewmates' sleep. Then he heard gentle footsteps coming from the infirmary. Marco instantly activated his haki, but then relaxed when he found out the identity of the intruder. The pirate smiled softly as the little girl from the burning island snuck out of the infirmary.

"Where do you plan on going-yoi?" he questioned, startling the child.

Marco turned around to face her and widened blue irises filled with fright met his eyes. The Whitebeard division commander sighed inwardly.

"Didn't I say I wouldn't hurt you-yoi?"

She was obviously surprised at his words. He gestured for the young girl to come forward, and she did so reluctantly.

The cool breeze suddenly changed into a strong head wind.

Marco smiled at the young girl, "The name's Marco, what's yours-yoi?"

"Robin."

"Are you alright-yoi?"

"Yes."

Marco's gaze shifted from her to the ocean, "Can you tell me what was going on back there-yoi?"

Robin was silent. She herself wasn't even sure what had happened back on Ohara, but the girl told the pirate everything. In the end, although he remained impassive, Marco began to lament over the poor child's situation. Even one of the blues is no place for a child, and he realized just how much he pitied Robin. Even if he was a pirate, he still had a heart. He thought of the many people out on the seas just waiting to take advantage of kids like her. Then he thought of the Celestial Dragons and twisted his face at the thought of slave traders getting to her first. Marco bent down to face the child, a gentle smile on his face.

"You don't have anywhere to go, right-yoi?

She nodded.

The blonde haired pirate grinned, "Then I'll take you to my Oyaji-yoi."

"Oyaji?"

"You may have heard of him. His name is Edward Newgate-yoi," He walked over to the deck and stopped to face her one last time. "Better known as Whitebeard-yoi."

It had been a month after Marco rescued Robin from the marines. They had left the West Blue over three weeks ago and had stopped at Fishman Island two weeks later. Following Whitebeard's Vivre Card, they managed to make it to the Moby Dick in no more than a week. Over the time the young girl had spent on the ship, she had become more relaxed around the crew. Robin respected Marco especially because he had shown that pirates weren't all that bad, and in the process, saved her. Today Marco rested against the ship mast and told the eight-year-old stories about the days before the Great Pirate Age when suddenly the lookout yelled.

"Commander Marco! I see theMoby Dick!"

His fellow crewmates cheered, finally happy to be back amongst their fellow Whitebeards again. Marco smiled at Robin softly, "Looks like I'm gonna have to end the story here-yoi," He turned his attention towards the Moby Dick. "It's time for you to meet Oyaji-yoi."

Marco's Oyaji is a big man, Robin thought as she faced the strongest man in the world for the very first time.

"Gurararara, so this is the brat you were talking about Marco," Whitebeard said. His attention shifted over to Robin, "You're that brat they said sunk fifteen battleships. Did you really do that?"

Robin shook her head, and Whitebeard frowned slightly.

"What are you good at? Can you fight?"

The little girl shifted her stance, "I studied hard to become an archaeologist. And I also ate the Hana Hana no mi." To demonstrate, she waved her hand and several arms sprouted out of her palm. The pirates observed with interest, acknowledging the fruit's potential.

Whitebeard chuckled, "So you have an ability? With enough training, it can become a very useful power."

The strongest man in the world extended his large hand towards the small child, "From what Marco told me, your home and family were destroyed by the navy's brutal attack. A child is incapable of living on their own. Not on this vast ocean."

The eight-year-old gazed at the legendary pirate, wondering where this was going.

Edward Newgate held his hand out to the child, "You seem to need a place to call home. And I am not one to turn my back to a child in need of a home. Join us, become a part of our family."

Nico Robin stared at the enormous palm for a second, then took it.

She could hear Jaguar D. Saul's voice echoing in her head.

No one in this world was born to be alone

All young Robin could do to stop tears from streaming down her cheeks was smile.

Robin woke up early the next morning. Nightmares of Buster Call had plagued the eight-year old's dreams. She wrapped her arms around her knees as she remembered her painful separation from her mom. She yearned to hold her hand once again, this time much longer than before. Her heart ached for the familiar halls of the Tree of Knowledge or Saul's odd and merry laughs. Everything had been taken away from her, which made her feel isolated.

So laugh. When you're having a hard time just laugh.

She thought of doing as he had once told her, but then realized it wasn't necessary. It dawned on Robin that she didn't need to pretend to be having a good time. Now she would no longer be teased or despised. She had found a home or rather, a home had found her. The little girl put a genuine smile on her face and stepped out of bed, ready to begin the new chapter of her life.

A/N:This took a while to write. I don't have much to say, except maybe this part was originally meant to be combined with chapter 2. I'm new to this site, so I'm still trying to figure out how to use it. This chapter might not have come out like I wanted it. You need not review although constructive criticism is very appreciated.

Revision A/N: Just a few tweaks here and there, a few things worded differently, nothing major. I hope I got most, if not all, of the puncuation errors.

Next:Three Boys and a Guy Named...Thatch?

Revised 5/30/16