onepieceyaoi100

Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Pairing: None.

Everyone did it. Even the kids without flag-following fathers played at being pirates. Or princesses. Or unicorns or dragons.

When you opened your eyes in the morning, it was the same day every day. But there were caves which were forbidden and that must contain buried treasure. There were haunted places and secret coves, even if they were only a few minutes from your doorway.

Footsteps were better when the belonged to monsters, and there was no point to staying out late unless you were chased by a mysterious shadow or heard plaintive wailing from the dark.

You'd race your friends home, screaming, and you'd get there and laugh and laugh.

You'd wake up in the same day your whole life, and make it different with a story. Then it turned out that the bogeymen were real and walked right among you in the daylight, and you had nowhere to run and no reason to laugh.

It was a new day. You wondered why you'd worked so hard to distract yourself. Now you had to avoid thinking of the real fears, sitting at the corner of your eyes.

"I was in a city 3,000 fathoms under the sea, when--"