She sighed and laid on the hospital bed. She was dying or well close to it. It was 2021. She was on life support. Her name was y/n l/n she was normal. She fell off a cliff and shattered her leg, femur bone l,nand her spine. She was 23, she was wild and loved exploration and law. 

When she was younger she would watch movies with adventure packed into them. She would go and play with her friends outside. When she got into her teenage years she made up her mind and decided to become a lawyer. She had a 2.9 GPA. When she got into college at 18, she went to multiple parties and had the time of her life. And finally at 23 she was dying on a hospital bed due to her spine being shattered and clutching onto her life. She had no clue how she fell off the cliff; she guessed someone pushed her off. She didn't want her parents to pay for her hospital bills any longer. 

She was in a coma and  her mind fogged up. She heard them pull the plug. She was scared and laid in the bed, her life fading in and out.

She woke up in a box. Her body didn't move nor did she see due to the darkness and the cramped space. She had results and tried to move her hands which were surprisingly small. Maybe she was dead and this was heaven they did say people say a white light. She couldn't see the color. She must be a newborn at least. Newborns couldn't see color for the first 6-8 months. She could see the gray scale. Hopefully that changed because She loved colors a lot due to nature she explored in such as abandoned temples or deadly forests. She heard the box open a bright light coming to view. She let out a few cries to let the person know she was there. It was hard to see and hear. She couldn't understand her gibberish. She spoke English, not whatever language this world spoke. She looked at the man that was close to her saying or singing something. He had seemingly vibrant hair due to the grayscale.

She looked up at the man as the man looked at her. She was lying on a pillow. She closed her eyes tiredly and opened them again. She was then picked up by the man. She yelped and squirmed in the man's hold. The man held her close and he had a gruff voice from what she could tell anyway. She closed her weak eyes again and felt the body warmth of the man. She opened her eyes again, she was against his chest. 

The White shirt was a rough fabric. She let out a few noises testing out her vocals. They were weak and undeveloped.

She had many questions such as, where was she, who is this man and this crew of men was. She assumed it was men due to the gray scales and seemingly fabric clothing. She closed her eyes again, weak resistance, usually she'd stay awake for hours working on cases that were brung into her office. She felt a few urges such as the urge to scream and cry next was the urge to drink milk, next was the urge to use the bathroom. Damn baby thoughts..  Where did she go wrong? 

She fell asleep shortly after that thought because she woke up again on a bed. Her small body didn't move much. She was much weaker than a toddler body, curse being a newborn. She had hair.. Which was kinda strange. It was bangs.. She still couldn't see the color. Her vision was blurry. 

I laid there about to scream for someone when i heard a door open. There were two voices, one gruff the other tired. i heard a third voice from the hallway. I felt myself being picked up. All I could do was hang there like a rag doll. i looked at the man and i finally got a better look. He is vibrant.. Grey hair… I know my vision is still gray scaled. i let out a whimper. He didn't have any scars. His face was clean and not scary. He looked friendly. He seemed to sing a tune where was this from..

i felt myself being set down on a weight scale. I didn't bother checking. I had to do these things in a hospital which made myself kinda disturbed. I guess the tech was from way back to who knows how long.. I felt a patch go on my arm. Blood pressure she assumed. i felt the man who had vibrant hair gently pick me up holding me still. I felt a few pinches in my upper arm. And then a big pinch in my wrist. I heard someone mutter which sounded a lot like English "...Rhnull..". I didn't bother questioning it and just stayed there falling asleep again. 

I woke back up to a small tap. I opened my eyes to see a monkey, a man who has a cigarette in his mouth, and the vibrant haired guy.

wait...that..jolly roger..oh hell no! i am o. red haired shanks ship!?!?