Baby Hands
The lone figure stood still in shock as the flashing lights of the elevator blinded her sight. The woman could hear a voice coming from the emergency speaker, it was urgent and erratic, but it barely registered as she watched the tips of her hair float in front of her face.
“They say that you know the moment in which you were falling”, but the weightless feeling barely even registered over the levitating hair that continued to dance perilously in front of the woman and caressing her face.
As the lights flickered to a stop, as her body lifted from the floor, as the momentum sped up, she could only stare at her hair around her. The dance her hair performed was truly beautiful. Her hair didn't whip around angrily like when you rolled down the window of your car, no it simply floated and gently danced around the other strands.
If she had been younger, her first thought would have been that she was flying, but now her mind was only focused on the gentleness of her hair floating. As if a nice breeze had passed by her and tried to tempt her to move elsewhere. At least she would have no regrets except that she wished she had done something with her life. For there was no doubt what was about to happen to her, she was going to die.
As her breath was pulled from her sharply, she closed her eyes in reluctance as the world began to speed up once more and one thought entered her mind. “I want to live.”
She felt her back hit the surface, only for her to fling her eyes back open in shock as a cold feeling washed over her sides and began to rise around her body. Desperately to draw in a breath as she sunk beneath the waves of the ocean. Shock riddled every part of her mind as her body immediately began to flail.
She was drowning. There was an underwater current pulling her body deeper into the water.
She was sinking. She didn't know how she had come to be here, but she did know one thing: “I want to live.”
She pushed her body with everything she had, she clawed viciously at the waves as they fought back just as strong. Desperately she squinted her eyes towards the fading light of the surface. She was making small progress, but her vision was turning black as her tears drifted into the sea and the light of the sun progressively distanced itself from her.
She survived the elevator crash, she was given a second chance. Only to die before she could even understand how or why she was here. Before she could have the chance to live. “I want to live.”
Unable to keep fighting as she lost her strengths she slowly stilled as she sank to the bottom of the ocean. A shadow passing over her as she finally lost consciousness. All the while the distance between her and the sun only grew.
Abruptly, she awakens with water forced from her burning lungs. Coughing she desperately attempts to draw in breath after breath before turning her attention to the hardwood beneath her hands… her baby hands.
“You alright girly?”
The old voice draws her attention to the humongous guy kneeling next to her with a hovering hand, but it is unable to keep her attention as she turns back to the baby hands attached to her arms.
Flexing the chubby fingers once she turned wide eyes back to the guy who was staring at her worriedly though his hand had retreated to lay on his knee. She tried to say something, to speak but the pain in her throat and the burning in her lungs stopped her. Bringing the hands up to her throat she felt like crying, only to realize she was already crying since the moment she had woke back up.
The man stared at her hands gripping her throat before turning and calling for a glass of water, all the while she tried to distract herself from the burning in her throat while attempting to place his face. He looked familiar but she wouldn't tell from where. She felt like she had seen him in passing, that she was supposed to know him or at least something about him.
He turned back to her with the glass of water as he gestured for the man who wore a strange uniform that called that familiarity to her mind once more but she just couldn't place it. The strange soldier of sorts, it seemed, retreated to hide behind a corner where she noticed many others also hiding. Glancing around she could place many other uniformed people hiding around the ship.
The gruff voice called her attention back to the man in front of her as he spoke to her, “Are you from the Kingdom of Goa?”
She tilted her head confused at the man. Goa? As in Dawn Island? Is that a real place? Huh. Weird.
“Ah, maybe you fell off a boat?” The man muttered as he looked her over for any identifying features. “But there aren't any around, maybe a noble kid that was too distracted to notice you had fallen overboard, after all, you are dressed well.”
She turned her attention to the outfit she was wearing, a loose black white plaid skirt with black leggings and a black turtleneck. She had on black dress shoes with ombre pastel-colored embroidery and pastel purple bows attached to the back. She pulled the sleeves of the pastel purple shawl with baby blue, pink and yellow embroidery of flowers that was connected to the white belt on her skirt to bunch at her elbows to see a pretty purple bow with jewels on it and two dangling chains with teardrop jewels attached at the end connected to her turtleneck. As the jewels hit the light and began sparkling, she made a surprised noise in response to the clothes that she most definitely was not wearing in the elevator… the elevator. She wasn't in the elevator, nor anywhere near one - if the vast amounts of water surrounding them indicated anything.
She wasn't in her clothes, she wasn't in the elevator, and she had baby hands. The weeb in her could only bring forth one single answer, “Shit.”
At her response, the old man turned surprised eyes to her before letting out a bellowing laugh, “Do you know where you are from?”
“No.” She stated calmly as she took in the uniform once more as if it would give her a clue where she was. Now that she was looking at it on the old man it seemed familiar, it kinda looked like the marine uniforms from One piece.
She paused for a second as she thought over the conversation. Marines, The Kingdom Of Goa, nobles. Old man leading a marine vessel headed to the Kingdom of Goa.
“Fuck,” She spoke again as she stared down the Monkey D. Garp because frankly who else could it be. Especially with the present circumstances.
Garp quickly got his laughter under control as he waved his hands furiously in front of him. “No no don't say that.”
She nodded her head hesitantly in response before Garp stared her down before shaking his head. “Huh, I have always wanted a granddaughter.”
“Garp!” The marines called as they rushed out of place as the girl looked back at him as if he was insane, which perfectly mirrored the rest of the faces of the marines.
“Ah,” Garp shook his head as he picked her up without asking. “Luffy’s gonna be thrilled that he gets a sister on his birthday. Not quite sure how I’ll be able to outdo myself next year.”
“Garp!”