A/N: edit; I can't believe I forgot the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: One Piece©Eiichiro Oda

edit: 5/11/18

If he was one to be poetic, he would say that he was akin to a dead tale. Forgotten in meaning, but remembered by words. Then again, he supposed he was being a bit melodramatic in that sense, poetic or not. His life, he thought, could be seen merely as a play, one they would show to children. A blonde noble, mind laden with only the yearning to attain freedom as his blue eyes reflected the sea he looked upon. Or maybe it was the sea that reflected his eyes? Either way, his whole being reflected a clichéd main character, so to hell with that.

Sabo sighed, hand running through his blonde locks as he leaned forward against the railing of his father's ship. It saddened him that his calling, the sea, was right in front of him yet so far beyond reach. The fact that the ugly mug who claimed himself as his father ordered him to follow his pompous ass on this short voyage while knowing Sabo wanted to sail on his own was sickening already, if not nauseating. Sabo chuckled, finding the random thought of him doubling over and vomiting on his father's precious dinghy to be very amusing. Kind of gross, but the reactions he'd get would be so worth it in the end.

Dismissing the wayward thought, Sabo pushed himself away from the railing, a sad smile on his face. Though it broke his heart, he was glad to see the sea again. God knew how long he had been cooped up inside his 'home'. He'd rather not think about that, honestly. The man turned around, relishing the sound of sea waves mixed together with the voice of someone giving orders as he walked.

Sabo smiled. Just like a pirate ship.

"Sabo, don't wander around. You're giving yourself an unsightly image."

That is, it would be similar to a pirate ship if the one giving orders was not his stupid father. Sabo's smile immediately became a scowl, but it was gone as quick as it came. "I wasn't wandering around," he retorted, a slight scoff in his voice. "I was just taking a breather. It can be awfully stuffy in this ship, don't you think?"

Outlook simply huffed. "I don't know what you're talking about. This is quite an expensive ship if you must know," Oh, Sabo knew, but really, who the hell cared? "Now get back in your room and sit still. I don't need you causing trouble all over." The noble then walked away, going back to do whatever he was doing before. Probably off abusing his illusion of power, Sabo thought. He'd rather not say that though. As soon as Outlook was out of his sights, Sabo snorted.

"You're not the boss of me."

A/N: Hello. Yes, I'm still alive, weirdly enough. Just know that my past and present tense grammars are kinda skewed, and that I'm prooobablyy not going to update my other stories. For now at least. Things are getting hectic in my life, and those stories I wrote before? Cringy. But eh, let's just see.

/Updates on this however, will be sporadic.

See ya.