《Children of One Piece》Daughter of Gin
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In the East Blue, there existed a small island known as Gerbrum Island. On this small island there existed a small portside town known as Daisy Town. Despite it's small size people filled the streets of the place. This was a popular place to stop and get supplies, so the town thrived.
Towards the ports sat a small house. Walking towards the house was a young girl with brown hair and brown eyes. In her hands were bags filled with food and other things. This girls name was Martina. She was the daughter of the vice captain of the Don Krieg Pirates. Technically the former vice captain.
When Martina was young, her mother died. Leaving Gin all along to take care of her. Times got tough for him and he had trouble taking care of Martina. After a while he decided to leave her with her grandma as he tried to find work. This however lead him to becoming a pirate. However people couldn't know that so he lied. And it worked for a little bit. As he was out on sea he managed to keep in touch with Martina.
However he couldn't keep his position as a pirate for long. When Martina's grandma found out she was furious. The next time Gin came to visit she made him leave despite Martina's protest. However Gin still left, and Martina hasn't seen her father since.
Martina was now 11 years old. For her age she was quite smart and even beautiful. She also was very kind to everyone. Always looking out for others and willing to help anyone. People always wondered how she could be the daughter of a dangerous pirate. Martina never listened to people who would insult her dad, she knew he was a good guy.
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Martina arrived back home and found her grandma sitting at the table reading over the paper. Martina began to take out all of the things she bought at the market.
Grandma: How are you Martina dear, did you find everything all right?
Me: Yes grandma, what are you reading?
Grandma: Just about some new pirate that showed up named Strawhat Luffy. He looks like a kid but has a bounty of 30,000,000 berries. Pirates these days just keep getting younger and younger.
The door to the house opened, both females turned to look at who it was. Their eyes widened, standing there was Gin. He looked at Martina right in the eye, she started to tear up.
Martina: Dad...
He smiled at her.
Gin: Hey ho...
His sentence was cut short as a pan was thrown right at him. The one who threw it was the grandma. She looked angry at Gin.
Grandma: I told you to stay away! You'll only bring trouble to this small island, now leave!
Martina quickly got in front of her.
Martina: Grandma, you didn't have to...
She felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned around and saw it was Gin.
Gin: You two don't have to worry anymore, for I am no longer a pirate.
Grandma: Explain yourself Gin.
Gin: Very well.
All three sat at a table. Gin had just finished telling them what had happened. About the Strawhats and how Don Krieg kicked him out. Since he was no longer a pirate he was free to return home.
Grandma: So, what are you going to do now?
Gin: Try and find a job in this place.
Grandma: Very well, seeing as how you are no longer a criminal you may stay here. Now in the meantime it would be best if the two of you caught up.
She got up and left the room, leaving only Gin and Martina. Gin smiled at her.
Gin: So, tell me everything that's going on with you.
Martina smiled right back at him.
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