Cute Daughters Shouldn't be Stranded

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Jack sat alone on the Bead Rider, his gaze fixed on the island in the distance. The island of Ohara was a breathtaking sight, a lush, green gem in the middle of a vast ocean. As they neared, the island's beauty came into sharper focus – verdant forests that seemed to stretch on forever, and a looming mountain that cast its shadow on the sparkling azure waters.

After getting ashore, Jack put the Bead Rider into the pocket space and began walking the streets of Ohara. The island was bustling with life – the streets were lined with charming houses, each one unique in its design and colors. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Jack walked cautiously through the streets of Ohara, his family safely tucked away in the pocket space of the bead. His keen senses were on high alert as he scanned his surroundings, ensuring the island was safe before he allowed his loved ones to step foot on its soil.

The Tree of Knowledge loomed in the center of the island, a massive and ancient testament to the rich history of Ohara. The 5,000-year-old tree served as a library and a hub for archaeologists from around the world, drawing scholars to its hallowed branches to study the wealth of knowledge contained within.

As Jack wandered the streets, he noticed a small gathering of people outside one of the houses. A funeral was taking place, with mourners dressed in somber attire and their eyes filled with tears. Curiosity piqued, Jack slowly approached the scene, careful not to draw attention to himself.

He saw a young widow standing by a casket that was about to be set adrift on the sea and burned in a traditional ceremony. Her eyes, a deep and mysterious shade of blue, were filled with sorrow as she silently wept for her lost love. Beside her stood a baby, no more than one or two years old, looking around with curiosity. The child had the same striking blue eyes as her mother, giving her a unique and captivating appearance.

Jack felt a pang of sympathy for the grieving widow and her young child, but he was careful not to let his emotions show on his stoic face. He stood silently, observing the ceremony from a distance, his thoughts drifting to his own family and the love they shared.

As the mourners continued their solemn rituals, Jack's mind raced with questions. Who was this widow, and what had happened to her husband? Did she have any other family to support her in her time of need? He couldn't help but feel drawn to the woman and her child, their pain a stark contrast to the warmth and happiness he had just experienced with his own family.

Jack couldn't help but sympathize with the baby, thinking of his own daughter, Aria. He hesitated, wondering if he should help or not, when he overheard the grieving widow speaking with a group of people.

"I want to sail," the woman said, her voice trembling. "My husband's wish was to discover the true history, and I want to fulfill that dream for him."

The people around her, who appeared to be other scholars of Ohara, nodded in encouragement, assuring her that they would take care of the child. "We'll make sure your daughter is looked after, don't worry," one of them, a scholarly-looking man named Clover, said.

Her brother, however, was not so supportive. "No," he argued, concern etched on his face. "You should stay with your child. She needs you, especially now."

The woman's resolve was unyielding, and she firmly replied, "My brother, you will take care of your niece. I know you'll provide for her, and I trust you."

The brother glanced at another woman standing behind him, most likely his wife, and Jack could see the unwillingness in his eyes. He knew that the woman didn't want to take the child, either.

Anger bubbled within Jack, though he concealed it well. He had seen cases like this before; people using the call of the sea as an excuse to be a bad parent. Jack pondered over what to do. He even considered kidnapping the child to raise her as his own daughter, alongside Aria. The women in the pocket space could take care of her, and she would grow up knowing love and warmth.

In the end, Jack decided to approach the woman first, attempting to convince her to stay with her child. If she refused, he would reveal Aria and Amelia to prove his intentions were pure. He stepped out of sight to retrieve his family from the pocket space.

As he approached the widow, her brother, and the group of scholars, Jack said, "You shouldn't leave your daughter behind. She needs her mother, especially now."

The woman turned to face him, her deep blue eyes brimming with suspicion. "Who are you?" she demanded, clearly not trusting the stranger who had suddenly appeared.

Jack's calm eyes turned stormy as he responded, "My name is Jack. I've seen far too many children suffer from the absence of their parents, and I don't want your daughter to experience that pain."

The woman's brother looked at him skeptically. "Why should we believe you? You could be just another pirate trying to take advantage of our grief."

Jack sighed, realizing that they wouldn't easily believe him. He decided to show them Aria and Amelia, hoping it would prove his sincerity. "Wait here," he said before disappearing momentarily to retrieve his family.

When he returned with Amelia and Aria in tow, the brother's eyes widened in surprise. Amelia looked at the widow with empathy, while Aria clung to her father's hand, her forest-green eyes curious and innocent.

"See?" Jack said, gesturing to his family. "I have a daughter of my own. I understand the importance of a parent's love and guidance."

The widow's eyes softened as she looked at Aria, but she still appeared torn. "I want to honor my husband's memory," she whispered, her voice filled with anguish.

"Your husband would want you to be there for your child," Jack insisted, his voice firm but gentle.

The brother glanced at the baby, then back at Jack, and said, "We don't even know you. How can we trust that you have our best interests at heart?"

Jack tried to convince them, but the mother was relentless in her desire to leave, and her brother was unwilling to take care of the child. His wife, standing nearby, shot the baby a disdainful glance, clearly not wanting the "freak child" in her home.

Jack was becoming increasingly frustrated, but he refused to let his anger show. Instead, he made a bold proposal. "I'll take care of the child," he said, his voice steady and determined.

The brother scoffed at the idea. "Why should we trust you with our niece?"