1 Chapter 1

It started like any other day get up to meet the sun, try to shake off another hangover, and help pick the morning course. I pry open my eyes and peer down at my wrist. Blank, they are still blank. I don't know why I still check anymore. I gave up hope when I turned twenty. I long for my other half sometimes, but I am happy with where I am now. I am a caption of my amazing crew and family. I don't need anyone else, but sometimes I just get the smallest sliver of hope that I will find the one I can call mine.

I am twenty-five now. I know it most likely not going to happen. At least I won't have to deal with the soul-wrenching agony that others with soulmates that had their writing go gray. I mean, how can you mourn something that you never had? I muse to myself silently.

I pull myself out of bed and stand up. I get ready for the day and walk outside on the raised deck and take in the calm ocean view. We are in Paradise right now, and it is relatively calm right now. Anyway, it is a lot better than the snowstorm we had just last night. I look down to the main deck and see the crew up and bustling around already. I mean, for all we love to party, we all are very hard workers who don't know the meaning of sleeping in.

"Oye, Caption, can I get some help with the crates that have been knocked over in the storm last night?" I hear my first mate say. Oh, They are cleaning up from the snowstorm right now. Many things were knocked over as we did not have time to tie them down when the sudden snowstorm came. Luckily we didn't lose too much supply, and in the heat right now, the snow has evaporated, leaving nothing left, not even a puddle.

"Sure thing Benn," I reply easily enough, hoisting myself over the railing and landing with a soft thud on the main deck. The caption's quarters were on a smaller raised deck that is connected to the mast.

I walk over to the crates and roll up the sleeves of my white button-up shirt. When my wrist started glowing, everyone came to a stop and stared. This happens when your soulmate is born. It usually happens when you are in your baby to teenager age, but sometimes, in cases like mine, you are generally older when it happens. The light subsided, and I shakily read out the first thing my soulmate, MY SOULMATE, will say to me for the crew.

" I like your hat, Mister pirate. It looks like it has lots of stories to tell. "

I stare at the beautiful golden cursive writing on my wrists, and I let out a long laugh at that. Only my soulmate would mention my hat's stories when first meeting me. Not even the hat itself, no she asked about its stories.

The crew breaks out of their stupor and then all at once break out laughing and friendly jeering only yours would say that.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, a little girl is born with the writing on her wrists.

"You are quite right, little firecracker. You look like you have some stories of your own."

Garp holding his granddaughter, silently prays that her soulmate will be a nice marine and will not drag another D down a crazy journey.

Garp should of know better than to jinx it.