I stood on the deck watching the sun rise on the horizon. Its light warming my face and letting me know this new day of adventure was finally at hand. I breathed in a deep sigh, enjoying the serenity of the situation as the salty breeze washed over me. This was probably the calmest I’ve been in a while.
Shit. I thought to myself, why is she up this early?
“KIdd!” She whined again as she drew closer to me, “I’m bored!”
I sighed again and tried to ignore her, hoping Torri would call her for help soon enough.
“I’m bored!” She exclaimed again grabbing my arm and shaking it with what I would assume to be all of her might.
I opened my mouth to say something to her but she cut me off by jumping up onto my shoulder and whining right in my ear.
“Why don’t go see what the witch is up to?” I told her, holding back a growl, “Doesn’t she usually need your help in the morning?”
“She said she had it this morning!” She moaned, “I’m bored!”
“Have you tried to bother Heat?” I asked, annoyance growing inside me.
“I can’t find him!” She exclaimed, “And I’m bored!”
“What would make you unbored?” I finally relented.
“I don’t know!” She exclaimed.
I sighed again, “Killer!” I yelled.
The blonde came out from below deck and came over to me and the cat.
“Good morning captain, Mykhayla.” He said and nodded to each of us.
“Hi Killer!” Mykhayla called happily, “I’m bored!”
“Do you have any ideas about what we can do to make her unbored?” I asked my first mate.
Killer thought for a second and then whispered in my ear, “What about a dog or something for her?”
“No.” I said without thinking about it.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mykhayla nod to the idea. Shit! She heard.
I glared at the blonde to my left who had just suggest the idea.
“I don’t want any animals on this ship.” I growled.
“Well you should have thought about that before giving her a Zoan devil fruit.” Killer bit back at me.
I bit my tongue knowing he was right.
“Actually!” Mykhayla cut in, “I’m a cat person, so I would really enjoy having a cat instead.”
“I’m the one paying for this thing so I’m the one who gets to pick what animal it is!” I snapped at her.
“Okay!” She said, still with that stupid smile on her face, “But make sure it’s cute, okay.”
I sighed, knowing I was not getting out of this without a pet.
What have I gotten myself into?
We were docked on an island, and everyone was out getting things that they needed. Instead of going to a bar, or a black smith or anything like that. It was my job to get the pet my blonde wanted.
I walked into the first pet store I saw and instantly was surrounded by birds, monkeys, rodents, lizards, cats, and exotic animals that were native to this island and the area surrounding it.
One thing was for certain though, I stood out like a sore thumb.
“M-may I help you?” A meek voice of the shop keep asked me as she approached cautiously.
“Dogs.” I said shortly, “Do you have any?”
She nodded, “They’re in the back, if you would just follow me.”
She led me out of the store and around the back to a fenced in area where puppies and dogs of all breeds, ages and colours ran and played.
“Please take your time.” She told me and bowed before turning to go back to her shop.
I took a good hard look at all the dogs, most were things like golden retrievers, larbordors, pugs, corgis, chuawawas, and Pomeranians. Non were too much to my liking. I wanted a dog that would be intimidating. These were the kinds of dogs that would run up to you on the battle field and ask to play fetch.
I sighed and looked towards one of the golden retrievers at looked fierce enough. I walked closer to try to pet it or something but as soon as I approached it all the dogs ran to the other end of their enclosure and cowered away from me.
Okay, I thought. Let’s move on to something else.
I left and found another pet shop. The routine was similar to the last, I was led out back to the enclosure that had all the dogs. These were much more my taste. There were Rottweilers, Dobermann, german shepherds, Dalmatians, great danes, and st. Bernards.
But again, as I approached some of them, they all cowered before me and ran to the other side of their enclosure.
I sighed again and went walking around the village again to try to find another pet shop. As it turned out there were only two on this entire island.
I sighed again, knowing I wasn’t going to be able to get her a pet this time around. That was until, I heard the sound of animals fighting down an alley near me. It peaked my interest, partially because it meant we had more vicious animals, but also because these would have been free.
I walked towards the alley and stood just off the edge of it watching what was going on.
Three hungry Doberman were surrounding this small, black, brown and white, little corgi. I thought for sure that that thing was going to be a snack for the three of them, but to my surprise the dog didn’t cower, it didn’t move away. It did let out a couple of barks, almost as warning rather than for help as the much larger dogs approached. It was almost in a flash this tiny corgi grew to a great size, scarring off two of the larger dogs that ran right past me, but the third was not as lucky. It was caught its massive jaws and swallowed alive by the little thing before it turned back into its tiny, little size.
I smirked as I approached the dog. It let out a bark of warning towards me, but I held my hands up to show I meant no harm. It let me approach it, though it kept its fur standing up. I let it smell my hands before I pet it.
“Well aren’t you a special little dog?” I asked it, “I know someone who’s going to love to have you.”
Torri and I were sitting on our bed playing cards when out of no where the door was pulled open by Kidd and something was thrown inside onto the bed.
“Have fun you two!” He called and closed the door.
Torri picked it up and looked at it. Her eyes liting up.
“He got a puppy!” She exclaimed and showed me.
“It is cute.” I admitted.
“I thought you would be a little more gung-ho about this.” She told me, petting the little corgi on the back to calm it down, “And more importantly, why is Kidd just randomly throwing a dog in our room?”
“I was bored, and killer came up with an idea of getting a dog so I’ll be less bored.” I told her looking over my cards again.
“You aren’t happy are you?” She asked me with a smirk.
“I’m a cat person!” I told her, “Literally. I’m happy about it, but not that happy about it.”
“How about I show you how much fun dogs can be?” She offered, “After we give this little guy a bath.”
I shrugged, “Okay.”
“So?” Killer asked me as he approached my chair.
“So?” I echoed.
“Did you get her that dog?” He probed.
“Yeah.” I told him, not looking up from my paper, “I found this little corgi that has like demon powers. I threw it into their room hoping it would eat one of the girls.”
“Captain.” Killer said unamused.
“What?” I snapped.
I didn’t have to see his face to know the look he was giving me.
“It’s been really quiet down their since you got back.” He told me.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, “I’ll go check on them, how about that?”
“I’ll go with you.” He snarled at me.
I sighed again and headed down below deck to check on them.
As we approached their door we heard slight, muffled noises. I carefully turned the knob and pushed the door open to reveal Torri sitting on the desk with a smirk on her face, Mykhayla and the dog on the floor and the sound of an order followed quickly soon after.
“Roll over.” Mykhayla told the dog and it did just as asked, “Yay! Good boy!” She exclaimed.
“A treat for you.” Torri said and ripped off a piece of bread from the small loaf she had, “Catch.” She told the dog as she threw the piece which was then caught by the dog.
“Good boy.” They said together.
“Oh come on!” I snarled.
Torri looked up at me and smirked, “Aw, did this demon not do what you asked?”
“He’s actually really cute.” Mykhayla told him, “And he’s so soft!”
“He struggled a little bit when we gave him a bath, but once we dried him off he really calmed down.” Torri told me.
I noticed that the dog was considerably cleaner than when I had found him, and he was wearing a red bandanna around his neck as a make shift collar.
“He’s officially part of the crew.” Torri told me, her eyes boring into my soul just begging me say anything against it so she could draw blood.
“So what do we call this little guy then?” Killer asked, realizing what spell I was under.
“Griffith.” The two of them said together.
“I couldn’t decide what to name him, so I asked Torri and she gave him such a perfect name!” Mykhayla told us.
I sighed again. What have I just done?