64 Preparation to set off (2/2)

In front of her was a map of west blue, extremely detailed in its structure. A yellow string led from Las Camp to the far off island of Ohara, evidently giving a basic outline of the route that the crew would take in their trip to the line.

With a weary glance around the map Angella shook her head firmly. She had no clue where Lorean had gotten the map from but was sure that the places around Ohara held no marine presence.

How much ever Angella hated the pirates of the world, she had to admit this. The white of the marines was no worse than the black of the pirates. At least with one group she could tolerate association. With the other however she couldn't do much more than grit her teeth and hope they disappear.

”Fine then, we set off tomorrow. See to it that the rest of the crew gets the memo. On an entirely new note however, how is the new blood doing?” He asked as he held his bare chin contemplatively.

Angella could only do as much as she could to bottle the venom that had begun to rise in her stomach at the thought of the implications that the connotations represented. A person not seen as an individual but as a fuel to the dark and despotic ship that she had sailed on.

With a deep sigh, that an un observant individual would have missed and an observant one would have dismissed as nothing but a sign of fatigue, she shook her head again.

”He's trying his best, but I don't know what it is that you and that monstrous first mate of yours put him through, whenever he reaches me it's all I can do to keep the little whippersnapper awake let alone in a conducive position to learn!

That being said however, it should be noted that he has improved. No more does he stutter on each word or take years to pronounce them. Or worse still pronounce them so wrongly that it feels like all the sea kings of the calm belt have taken a dump in my ear collectively.

Now he reads at moderate speeds, already catching up to most children his age that have been given the chance to read… As a member of the island of Ohara its all I can do to prevent myself from going and forcefully clonking his parents on the head for conceiving on the wrong island!!”

As she ranted however she could not help but truly regret, for even though she had already hardened her heart to the antics of all members of the crew, she still held a soft spot for the child she had all but adopted as her younger.

With a subtle flash of pondering that quickly fled her face, she could only turn around heading for the door.

Alas for her, her home that she still fondly remembered had gone up in flames and the child that she had a soft spot for already belonged to the crew of a feeling computer…