Chapter 1: greenfoot is green
It was the morning of her departure, not unlike any other on her journey through the grand line. Today was particularly cold on Drum. An oppressive cold which seemed to assail her even through the firm plank walls of the inn. Even fighting against the roaring fire who was losing to heat. Wrapped tightly in her blanket, she held her legs close to her chest and peered down at the news coo of the day. Sandai Ketsu held tightly to her chest, she peered back and forth muttering to herself as she peered back at the headline: Another merchant ship sunk. 12 dead. " c'mon ya-y-yo-you dastardly p-p-ppirates. come and try th-that on me".
Just then a cup softly tapped the hardwood coffee table's surface, springing her back into reality. T'was one of her friends on drum, an elderly lady with a pronounced chin and saggy skin. She was clad is heavy clothes damn near used for trekking in the snow. With her musty yellow teeth bore for all to see with a cheek to cheek grin, she shook her head. " Aye skippy, ya gotta stop talkin to yerself". Lina didn't have to turn to feel a few eyes boring a hole through her skull. The sound of chuckles filled the air, akin to those you'd give a chihuhua barking up a storm.
She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. The tea was piping hot, with steam billowing from its wavering surface. It had the strong scent of cinnamon and bayleaf. "it's almost time for ya to get going skip, but you make sure to come back anytime now". Skippy smiled inhaled deeply and nodded back. As she left, she habitually shook the hands of the management and thanked them for their hospitality, regardless of the circumstances. With a scarf wrapped around her neck and hood pulled way past the edge of her face, she met the cold drum air. She shivered slightly, feeling the goosebumps climb up her legs and up her short skirt.
" You sure you don wanna take some stockings or something"? Skippy shook her head as she rubbed her hands. " Ain't no weather gonna beat me", she said with a steady voice. she slogged through the snowy yard heading onto the icy road heading toward the seatrain station. It was busy as always,but this time she didn't have the beris to get into second class. She gulped hard and steeled herself for the trip. Unlike the other classes she had to wait in line, moving all the way out into the snowy weather. Here she was surrounded by less than desirable company.
In front of her was a silent stoic giant, well giant to her, man standing in front her of. With a big poofy jacket and excessive hair bursting at the seams. She tried to strike up a conversation, but he didn't budge. He simply stared out in front as they moved up at a snail's pace in line. In back of her was a fishman, with flakey frills which were standing up at the sides of its face.He looked like a pufferfishman, round but still humanlike. He wasn't necessarily dressed for winter either. He glared at her when she nervously took a glance at him, scoffing with rancid breath which reeked of alcohol. She turned about face and scrunched up, shivering when she felt a scaley finger tap on her shoulder...
It was the morning of her departure, not unlike any other on her journey through the grand line. Today was particularly cold on Drum. An oppressive cold which seemed to assail her even through the firm plank walls of the inn. Even fighting against the roaring fire who was losing to heat. Wrapped tightly in her blanket, she held her legs close to her chest and peered down at the news coo of the day. Sandai Ketsu held tightly to her chest, she peered back and forth muttering to herself as she peered back at the headline: Another merchant ship sunk. 12 dead. " c'mon ya-y-yo-you dastardly p-p-ppirates. come and try th-that on me".
Just then a cup softly tapped the hardwood coffee table's surface, springing her back into reality. T'was one of her friends on drum, an elderly lady with a pronounced chin and saggy skin. She was clad is heavy clothes damn near used for trekking in the snow. With her musty yellow teeth bore for all to see with a cheek to cheek grin, she shook her head. " Aye skippy, ya gotta stop talkin to yerself". Lina didn't have to turn to feel a few eyes boring a hole through her skull. The sound of chuckles filled the air, akin to those you'd give a chihuhua barking up a storm.
She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. The tea was piping hot, with steam billowing from its wavering surface. It had the strong scent of cinnamon and bayleaf. "it's almost time for ya to get going skip, but you make sure to come back anytime now". Skippy smiled inhaled deeply and nodded back. As she left, she habitually shook the hands of the management and thanked them for their hospitality, regardless of the circumstances. With a scarf wrapped around her neck and hood pulled way past the edge of her face, she met the cold drum air. She shivered slightly, feeling the goosebumps climb up her legs and up her short skirt.
" You sure you don wanna take some stockings or something"? Skippy shook her head as she rubbed her hands. " Ain't no weather gonna beat me", she said with a steady voice. she slogged through the snowy yard heading onto the icy road heading toward the seatrain station. It was busy as always,but this time she didn't have the beris to get into second class. She gulped hard and steeled herself for the trip. Unlike the other classes she had to wait in line, moving all the way out into the snowy weather. Here she was surrounded by less than desirable company.
In front of her was a silent stoic giant, well giant to her, man standing in front her of. With a big poofy jacket and excessive hair bursting at the seams. She tried to strike up a conversation, but he didn't budge. He simply stared out in front as they moved up at a snail's pace in line. In back of her was a fishman, with flakey frills which were standing up at the sides of its face.He looked like a pufferfishman, round but still humanlike. He wasn't necessarily dressed for winter either. He glared at her when she nervously took a glance at him, scoffing with rancid breath which reeked of alcohol. She turned about face and scrunched up, shivering when she felt a scaley finger tap on her shoulder...
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