"𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦," softly uttered the doctor.
The diagnosis is clear; Alessia had lost the ability to utter a single word for nearly a month. Her parents, initially unconcerned, grew tense upon hearing the news, overcome by a blend of emotions that the...
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Partying on a warship had its pros and cons.
Garp and most of his crew were officially on leave since midnight, and each celebrated in their own way.
The Vice Admiral had kindly escorted Alessia and her uncle to Apelport. After kicking the crap out of a few reckless pirates who wanted to venture on the Grand Line, he naval hero had decreed that they were free to feast as they wished on the wine of Micqueot, on condition that they were all fit enough to take up arms if it turned out that they would be paid a little visit to free the criminals locked up in the hold.
Alessia observed those who had landed on the beach a little further away.
A few glasses had been enough for most to have flushed cheeks, drool at the corners of their mouths, gesticulating awkwardly around their comrades while clumsily mimicking belly dances from a distant country on Grand Line. It was amusing to watch, especially as those with the fiercest appearances turned out to be the funniest.
In the midst of all the chaos was Garp, who displayed neither redness nor unsightly liquid at the corner of his lips. He had the best tolerance on the entire ship, and Alessia would have been admiring if she didn't find the act of getting completely drunk utterly foolish.
Another sailor thing I'll never understand, she thought.
Right next to him, Faidan was laughing heartily, arm in arm with some other soldiers. It was the first time she had seen him like that. She decided to move away from him for a while, gazing out at the waves.
She needed some peace and quiet.
She walked along the sea until her eyes lingered on the moon's reflection in the water. Then, inhaling the salty air, she took off her shoes before taking a few steps on the submerged sand. The water was freezing, enough to put any idea right, and God knows Alessia needed that.
"Law," she murmured, still clouded by her thoughts.
It had only been a few days since she had distanced herself from the Trafalgar family, but she already missed the boy and his sister.
