Wildcard ( One Piece Fanfiction x Reader)

Chapter 62

Well, you didn't walk away without doing what you wanted. On your way out, you met Laffitte: Navigator and creepy boy in Blackbeard's crew. A cold, scary grin adorned your face, as you hooked in. "Well, pale, jumpsuit-wearing, bad Lucci-duplicate, you wouldn't mind to tell me where I can find my daughter, perhaps?" You asked, while holding a knife under his chin. "There is no need to be so pressing, ma'am. Don't worry." He said, holding up his hands. "As a real gentleman, you could me give me a map and perhaps a ship." You said in a sicking sweet manner.

"Laffitte! Just give her the map, captain's orders!" Burgess stomped towards them. "It's admiral, not captain." Lafffitte replied. The Demon Sheriff gestured towards his left, towards a hallway. "This way, ma'am."

He gave you the map. Before you went outside, you turned round once more. "Tell Teach that when he wants to negotiate, he just has to call, and not kidnap my daughter." You said, to the navigator, who touched his hat to bid you farewell. "And..." You paused, so his full attention was directed towards you. "It's miss, bitch." You said, pulling your bloody bandana down.

"I am not that old yet." You murmured, while you made your way out. Let's just say that the crew might need to rebuild a few of their houses. That's how hard you slammed the door shut.

A day or two of running over the seas, you finally reached your destination: the small island where Mirai was held captive. On your way, you had changed your clothes, as you didn't want to scare your daughter by how you looked, or smelled, for that matter. It surely wasn't easy to change while running (ever done when you're late for school? The struggle is real.) and you were pretty sure you had lost a sock.

The island, a small summer thing WITH tropical beach, looked quite okay. No piles of bodies, no screaming people, no burning houses. For now. There was a small village at the west side.

You surely gave the villagers a good fright, as you ran into the harbour and jumped on the quay. People screamed things like: "Zombie!" and "It's gonna eat us alive!". Your answer on that was simple: "Only when I am really hungry." You frowned a bit, before you decided to go south (pun intended).

At the other side of the island, near the beach, stood a small hut, afflicted by weather and...your daughter. You needed a few seconds to completely understand the situation. You see, Mirai had not only freed herself (so far, so good), but had also enslaved her kidnappers.

Yes, you heard that right. She enslaved her kidnappers. Three men, three heavily armoured, barbaric adults, now winced every time she moved or said something. Your daughter had taken place on deck chair, big sunglasses on her nose, and being fanned with a palm by a three meter tall man, with an enormous lump on his head. A second man served her a full glace of freshly pressed orange juice, while frequently bowing towards her. And the third man...(Behold! This is a rare sight!) hung out radiating white sheets, wincing every time Mirai moved or spoke.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight. Your heart nearly burst in pride! Then Mirai noticed you. "Mama!" She yelled, jumping from the chair, while knocking the orange juice over. She crashed into you and you embraced her heartly. "I was so afraid, little one." You said, silent tears running over your cheeks, while you smelled her hair, still warm from the sun. "You're suffocating me!" Your daughter protested, trying to wriggle out of your embrace. You chuckled dryly, while your heart freed itself from the fear.

You knew something had changed within you, as you would notice in the next days. You have never been so afraid. And the fear wouldn't leave you. You held your daughter always close to you, and panicked when you couldn't hear or see her anymore. You slept in the same bed, the little girl tucked safely in between your arms, while you stared into the quiet hours of the night.