February 19, 2005
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I think this is island...four. Four islands since my escape and I still haven’t been able to get the Marines completely off my tail. It’s like one person at every place I visit sees me or something and alerts the Marines to where I am.
Then never find me but they still know where I’ve been and could end up predicting my next move. I have to keep ahead if I’m gonna stay uncaptured.
My missing person’s poster is still up everywhere, just not as much as the last few islands. The further I go the less I have to hide. Maybe, many islands from now, I can settle down and live peacefully. 901Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZfKz2k6D4V
I think the longest I’ve been able to stay on a single island has been three weeks. That was the last island I was on. The shortest has been the first one, for only a day or two.
I’ve been really lonely, and sometimes I try to hang out with the kids my age on the island. Mostly I just watch though. I’ve never really fit in with other kids, no idea why, but I just...don’t feel comfortable around them. They’ve never treated me with kindness, why should I do the same?
Some of these kids are ruthless: several of the boys decided to steal the hot rolls from this older woman’s window sill, but before they even tried they beat up another boy because he forgot to bring his pet frog to their ‘meeting.’
The girl all stay in the same group, most of them braid flower crowns and color on pages. Some even bring knitting needles and chat in small circles. Their groups are much more peaceful, but just as malicious. They gossip and scorn girls behind their backs, flashing false smiles when the girls come around to talk. They all do it, and it’s disgusting.
What’s more, the adults aren’t any different. You can see the housewives scorn the sailors when they walk by to go to the bar. The wrinkle their noses and talk about how unsightly they make the town look. They never seem to take into account how dangerous their jobs actually are. The seas are deadly.
The rich men walk around like they own the place, scoffing when children get too close to their shiny shoes and expensive things. Most of them are fat. They obviously like their food.
The only ‘real’ people, in a sense, are the sailors and pirates. They know society isn’t kind to them and they don’t care. They live how they want without anyone telling them what to do. There’s always the exceptions and bad cases but overall they’re pretty good people.
I heard more about this One Piece treasure at the end of the Grand Line. The entire riches of the late Pirate King, Gold Roger...It all sounds so interesting. The pirates like to boast that they’ll be the ones to find it first and that they’ll fulfill their dreams with the loot afterwards. I wish them luck in their journey.
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