She's the Daughter of Red-Haired Shanks; she was dropped off to live with Luffy. She met Ace & Sabo, but when Sabo died, it was the last for her as she vows to take revenge. Years later she leaves the island and sets on adventures of her own, she so...
A/N: Hey, glad to be back; anyway, I wanted to ask if you'd like me to do the One Piece Movies as well, I'll do them at least three at a time, but that's up to you, Readers. Also, thanks for your help, and I've rewritten the previous chapters and the character profile.
Dakota's POV:
"It's a list of all my hits," I tell them, not looking them in the eye. I hear the pages flicking, and I look up as the others are too silent to see them all looking at me, not in fear but something else. "I guess those days are behind me now. Huh?" I look at my baby brother, and he nods as he looks at the first name on my list; he hugs me close, and I hug him back. I know these people won't judge me like others will; these people are my friends, my Nakama, and we have each other's backs even after the short time we've had together.
ONE PIECE - WHISKY PEAK ARC
3rd POV:
Crocus smiles as he watches the pirate ship sail further away with Laboon and sits down before getting out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket and calling a certain male red-haired pirate.
ONE PIECE - WHISKY PEAK ARC
Dakota's POV:
I walk out of my and Nami's room in a warm grey woollen winter coat as it's snowing as we're further into the Grand Line; I walk out as Usopp shouts in anger as he kicks Luffy's snowman. "What the hell are you doing?!" He screams at Luffy as he destroys the snowman, antagonising Luffy to retaliate.
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"Ahh! Mr Snow Barrel!" Luffy cries angrily at the long-nosed Sniper. "How dare you...!" He throws himself at Usopp, head first; I watch them fight each other with a sigh and shake my head as I go back into my room, not wanting to get hit by a stray snowball. I really don't like the snow.
I wait for the two fools outside to calm down as I finish the painting of our previous adventure, looking at Apis and Grandpa Ryu and my portrait of our growing crew, and I hear the unmistakable sound of lightning and freeze for a second. I look down at my hands, seeing blood; I close my eyes as I force the memory out and stand on my feet as I run out of the room.
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