What If It Were Real?(Part 23)

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Kidd’s pov.

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.

“Kidd!”

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.

“I’m bored!”

“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.”


Mykhayla’s pov.

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.”


Kidd’s pov.

“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?

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What If It Were Real?(Part 22)

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I spun the scythe over my head, it created s small whirlwind as I spun it. I then brought it down and sliced a large tree clean in two. The handle fit well in my hand, easy to grasp with one hand, it was now shortened to be just a couple of inches shorted then I am making it easy for me to manipulate it and make it an extension of myself. The blade was shortened to three fourths a meter, much easier for me to be able keep an eye on and control. The the little bit of overhang of the handle that extended past the blade was a small ball with razor sharp spikes. On the other end of the handle was a coil of metal, resembling that of a snakes tail. Within that lay a retractable blade, easy for surprising an enemy.

I spun it from one hand to the other, stopping periodically to slash and guard. It was perfect.

“How much do I owe you?” I asked looking over at Elies.

“For you, nothing at all. I’m keeping the sea prism stone that I took away from your scythe though.” He told me.

“Sounds like a fair trade.” I said and looked over the blade again. The edge was better than before. He really did know his stuff.

“Also!” Elies yelled at me and tossed something towards me, I grabbed it with one hand. It was a holster like what I was wearing but with added leather bands and a larger scabbard for my scythe, “So it’s easier to carry.”

“Thank you.” I said and smiled at him, he grinned back.

“You really do know your people, Mykhayla.” I said to the cat, curled up napping on the soft grass.

“Mykitty knows.” She said sleepily.

“Then let’s hurry up and go before captain buys all the metal on this island.” Killer told us.


Killer’s pov.

“There is no way he doesn’t.”

“Are you kidding? She’s fallen way worse that he has!”

“Keep your voice down.”

“What’s going on in here?” I asked looking over three lower crewmen huddled together whispering to one another.

“Nothing sir!” They all yell and take off to different directions.

Who the hell where they talking about? I know It hasn’t been made completely obvious that Torri and I are together yet, but it’s genuinely not awkward between us so why would they be saying anything about it?

Unless they aren’t talking about us. But who then? Well, who’s the only other female on this ship? And who else?

“I just don’t see if it’s possible for him not to like her.” I heard whispering, this time I just listened in.

“He obviously likes her. Why else would he get her that dress? It’s the issue of her not liking him.”

That’s who they were talking about.

“How can she not like him?”

“He yells at her all the time. Restrains her from doing things. If a complete ass a lot of the time.”

“Hey don’t let him hear you.”

“But he has to like her.”

“I don’t doubt it, but still.”

I wondered to myself if Kidd really did like Mykhayla. I guess there is one way to find out.

I walked down into the hall the housed the rooms for everyone on board. I walked down to the end of the hall, and instead of turning right like I normally would, I knocked on the door to my left.

My captain told me to come in, and I entered.

“Hey.” I said and closed the door behind me.

“Hey.” he said to me, “What’s up?”

“I got a question for you.” I told him.

He nodded, telling me to proceed.

“I might be overstepping a boundary here, but I gotta know. Do you like Mykhayla?” I knew he was probably going to snap at me and curse me out and send me to do some punishment, but I had to know.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled, “What the hell makes you think that I like that stupid blonde! I hate her guts! I hate everything about her!”

“Like what?” I probed.

“I hate those stupid freckles on her face!And how blue her eyes are! And how much her tail swishes when she’s happy! I hate those stupid t shirts that she wears all the time! I hate she spends all her time either with Heat or the Witch! I hate her smile! I hate how she makes my face feel hot! I hate how I can never bring myself to hit her even though I don’t care what the witch says! I hate that she hasn’t talked to me since I gave her that fruit! I hate everything about her!”

“Are you sure captain?” When I asked I couldn’t stop the smirk that was pulling at my lips, but I was glad I always the mask.

“What else would it be?!” He demanded.

“Could it possibly be love?” I asked boldly.

He gave a harsh guttural laugh, “How would you even go about describing love, Killer?”

“I know the definition quiet well captain.” I told him, “But I suppose that for your sake I’ll frase it like this; love is when you don’t want to punch a person, you want the person that makes that person cry.”

“Get out.” Kidd ordered lowly.

I did as I was told without saying a word. I knew the truth about my captain, now I just needed the help of a certain witch to find out about Mykhayla.


“What are you talking about?” I asked the blonde as he stood in my kitchen.

“Oh come on, Torri.” He said, I could hear the smirk on his face, “You were just as oblivious as she was before we were together.”

“I knew about my feelings.” I corrected him, not looking up from the sauce I was making, “But I never wanted to make them known because I didn’t know how you felt about me.”

“I made it pretty obvious.” He told me.

“No, no you did not.” I told him.

I heard him sigh deeply before refrasing what he had said.

“Do you think Mykhayla has romantic feelings for anyone on this ship?” He asked.

“Yes.” I told him.

“And who do you think it is?” He asked.

“Whether she wants to admit it or not, I’m 99% sure that she does like Kidd, at least to some degree.”

“Then how about we get them together, like Mykhayla tried to do with you and me.” He suggested.

“Have you gotten a for sure that Kidd likes Mykhayla?” I asked him.

He nodded, “I know for sure that he does. He just doesn’t want to admit to it.”

“Okay.” I relented, “But you can’t question my methods with this.”

“Oh come on.” Killer smiled, “What could be better than setting the two of them up on a romantic picnic in the moonlight?”

“Promise?” I asked him.

He nodded, “Promise.”

“Good.” I smiled, “Here’s what I need you to do.”


“Wait no, but my cookies!” Mykhayla whined as I dragged her down the halls of the ship.

“Mykhayla, you didn’t have any cookies to begin with.” I pointed out.

“Uh, yeah I did. They’re in my tummy now!” She cried.

“Then don’t complain, you ate them.” I told her.

“But, but-

“No buts!” I snapped.

“Where are you taking me, you heartless kidnapper!” She demanded overdramatically.

“To see our captain.” I told her.

She laughed, “Why do I wanna see my captain?”

“You’ll see.” I told her.

“See what?” She asked.

“This.” I said and opened the door to reveal Kidd tied to a chair in his room yelling at Killer for doing this.

Killer was standing next to the captain with his arms crossed, looking non too amused either as we walked in. At least his expression had improved since I first told him about my plan.

To my surprise Mykhayla didn’t say anything as I pulled her into the room and closed the door.

“So I have a question for both of you.” I said looking between the blonde and the red head. They both stared at me like I was an idiot.

“Do you guys like each other?”

“When I get out of here witch your head is mine.” Kidd growled.

“I’m sorry could you repeat the question?” Mykhayla asked me.

“Do you like Kidd?” I asked the blonde, slower this time.

“Uh, what are we talking about here?” She asked.

“Mykhayla, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” I snapped and crossed my arms.

She gave a nervous laugh, “What way are we thinking about this?” She asked.

All the while Kidd was cursing me out.

“Romantically.” I told her.

“Romantically?” She asked, “You’re kidding right?”

“You know I’m not.”

“Sure, you bust out all the good jokes.”

“Yeah, like no cookies or cakes for a month if you don’t answer my question directly.” I threatened.

“Now, what is your definition of the word, directly?”

“In this case, yes or no, nothing else.”

“Maybe.” She said looking sideways at everything that wasn’t a person.

“That’s not an acceptable answer.” I told her.

“Not romantically?”

“Still not an answer.” I told her.

“Well, it was a no, right?”

“Yes or no?” I reiterated.

“Why doesn’t he answer this question, I haven’t heard anything out of him.” Mykhayla gestured towards Kidd.

“Funny, considering he’s been doing nothing but curse me out since we got in here.” I half laughed.

Mykhayla laughed, “So funny, cause I haven’t heard a thing.”

“Mykhayla.” I growled, almost inhumanly at her, “Yes or no? Do you have romantic feeling for Kidd?”

“No.” She said and held up her fingers to signal a little bit.

“Is that supposed to be a little bit?” I asked her, the smirk on my lips growing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” She said, still not looking anyone in the eye, “I said nothing.”

“But your fingers showed me the truth.” I teased, “Do you like Kidd, at least a little?”

“Could be debated on his mood.” She said looking the other way.

“What about when he’s in a good mood?” I asked.

“Possibly.” She dragged on.

“Yes or no, Mykhayla.” I told her.

“Why am I the only one getting grilled about this question?” She retorted.

“Because out of the two of you, you are the only one who is adept enough to understand your own feelings and there for be able to say yes I do like this person instead of just cursing a person out and yelling.”

“Well I can’t say that I’m not a little bit more confused about the situation.” She told me.

“Kidd!” I called through all his cursing, causing him to stop, “Do you like Mykhayla?”

“How many times do I have to say it!?” He screamed, “No! I don’t like her! I hate her! I hate everything about her! Those stupid freckles on her face! And how blue her eyes are! And how much her tail swishes when she’s happy! I hate those stupid t shirts that she wears all the time! I hate she spends all her time either with Heat or you! I hate her smile! I hate how she makes my face feel hot! I hate how I can never bring myself to hit her even though I don’t care what you say! I hate that she hasn’t talked to me since I gave that fruit!” He huffed having finished his rant, “Now, let me out of here.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of negatives.” Mykhayla said.

“I think someone likes you.” I said and nudged the blonde.

“Ooohh!” Mykhayla exclaimed, finally understanding what we have been trying to do, “Huh, no wonder why I’ve felt bad for not talking to him for the past couple days.”

“So do you like Kidd?” I asked one last time.

“Yes.” Mykhayla said, trying to cover it up with a cough.

“Kidd?” I asked the red head, “Do you like Mykhayla?”

“Shut up witch.” He growled, his facing growing to be the same colour as his hair.

“Oh, it’s so cute!” Mykhayla half exclaimed.

“So you both like each other.” I said looking between the two of them, “What’s stopping the two of you from being together?”

“I’m dense.” She said and coughed.

“I’m kinda tied up.” Kidd told me.

“Mykhayla untie your boyfriend. Killer, let’s get out of here before he kills us.” I said to both of the blondes.

“Right behind you.” Killer said as we opened the door and left the room quickly.

What If It Were Real?(Part 21)

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I stretched my arms as I awaited the ship to come closer. It had been a couple of days since the last slaughter that we had. I was excited and confident, after all the training that I had put myself through these past couple months I knew there was nothing on that ship that I couldn’t handle.

As it drew closer it started to fire at us with cannon balls, all of which were instantly deflected and sent right back at them thanks to our captain.

As much as I hated that guys right now because of what he’d done, there was no denying that his ability was handy.

The other crew borded us first, with their swords and axes raised, ready to take blood. With a throwing knife in each hand I was going to take as many as I could.

“Mykitty has finished making the sandwiches!” I heard Mykhayla shout as she threw the door open, smacking the pirate who was reaching for the door in the face causing him to fall backwards, “Lunch is ready!”

“Give us ten minutes, Mykhayla.” I called to her, “We’re a little busy at the moment.”

“Okay!” She yelled at me and turned, narrowly missing the knife that was thrown at her head. The pirate who she had hit with the door was now back up on his feet and reaching for the door, but it was closed to fast and his fingers were pinched in between the door and the frame. He let out a girlish yelp.

“Mykhayla!” I called to the blonde again.

The door was thrown open again, hitting the pirate in the face again. But his fingers were freed from their torture.

“Make sure you lock the door behind you!” I warned.

“Mykitty will!” She called to me and closed the door again. The poor pirate didn’t have time to recover and take his fingers out of the doorway, they were jammed between the frame and the door again.

He let out a wail of pain as I stalked forward.

“Don’t worry.” I told him as I approached, “I’ll help you get those out.”

He looked relieved for a second before he felt the sharp pain of my knife cut through each of his fingers, leaving them all embedded in the small space.

He cried out in pain and terror again as he realized who I was. I saw the look of horror over take him as I slit his throat.

He fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. I was satisfied with my kill, and looking over it seemed like most of the other pirates were dealt with. I thought this was great because all of my scabbards in my holster were empty.

Just as I thought that I felt a large, strange presence behind me. I barely had enough time to move before a large black and white scythe blade came crashing down on the spot I had been standing. I followed the long white handle down towards the pirate using it. He was a huge, ten foot tall half giant. He sported large, muscular arms and a pot belly. His face was covered in scars and a gruff, black beard and bushy eyes brows that mostly covered his black eyes.

He smirked at me, revealing black and yellow teeth.

“Now you die.” He snarled.

Without thinking I ducked low and ran towards him. Closest to the body is where a person like this would be vulnerable. I elbowed his knee and brought him down to my level more, I then sent a kick towards his side which made him drop his huge scythe. I then sent a heavy punch to the back of his neck, hoping to break it. It unfortunately wound up hurting my hand more than it hurt him.

He turned around fast and punched me in the side sending me flying a bit. I knew that if I was going to kill this guy I had to make him bleed. And with no blade I didn’t have many options. All of the crew was on the other ship looting it. And I couldn’t call Mykhayla and put her in danger either. I was alone.

I looked around me quickly, assessing my options and what was around as the mountain of a man got up to finish me off. The closest thing to me was that scythe of his. It was huge and probably heavy. But it was my life or his.

As he took one giant step towards me I reached with my left hand and gripped the handle of the scythe and pulled it towards me. I gripped it with both hands and swung at the giant with all my might. He had seen what I was doing and took a step back, narrowly avoiding my swing. But he couldn’t avoid it all, a large gash appeared on his chest and blood spurted out of it.

I hurried to my feet, scythe still in my hand. It wasn’t as heavy as I thought I would have been. I spun the scythe over my head a couple of times as I advanced towards the pirate to build up momentum. I then brought the scythe down at an angle, it took his head off in one clean blow.

I looked over the scythe in my hands, this was a great weapon. The handle was about three meters long and very thick, and the blade was about two meters long a couple of inches at its thickest point and carefully narrowed out.

It was an amazing weapon. I allowed myself to think, but it was far too large for me to be able to wield properly, but I liked it. Maybe I could even convince Kidd to alter it for me.

“What the hell do you have?!” Kidd demanded as he, along with the rest of the crew came back over.

“A scythe.” I said calmly.

“I can see that.” He snarled, “Where the hell did you get it?”

“Him.” I pointed to the now headless giant, “And I like it, so I want to keep it.”

“Torri that thing is like three times the size it should be for you.” Killer tried to reason.

“I know.” I told him, “That’s why I was hoping captain would be able to alter it for me.”

Kidd came closer to me to inspect the scythe that I had. He reached out to grab it to get a real good look at it, but he stopped a couple of inches from its surface.

“I can’t do anything with that.” He said and retracted his hand.

“Why not?” I asked him.

“That is made entirely out of sea prism stone.” He said and moved past me, “It’s best you let that thing fall into the ocean.”

I spun the scythe over my head again with ease and brought it down close to my captain, who almost didn’t dodge it.

“I’m keeping it.” I snarled at the red head, “And you can’t stop me.”

Kidd growled in annoyance, “Don’t touch me with that thing.”

“Alright.” I agreed and smiled, sometimes he was too easy.


“So are you seriously going to wield that thing even though its way too big?” Heat asked as we sat down for lunch.

“If I have to.” I told him, “It’s too good a weapon to pass up.”

“What ever happened to your throwing knives?” Kidd growed in between bites.

“I used them all up in the fight before that half giant made his way to me.” I told him, “I used the scythe to kill him.”

“You can barely use it properly.” Kidd pointed out.

“But I can use it good enough.” I told him, “Besides, I’m sure we’ll eventually get to an island where there’s a black smith who can fix that for me.”

“You’re going to need a special blacksmith to fix that.” Killer told me, “Not everyone is going to be skilled enough for that.”

“Great,” I moaned, “Where am I going to find that?”

“Mykitty knows! Mykitty knows!” Mykhayla said as she jumped out of the kitchen, “Ask Mykitty!”

“Okay,” I sighed, “Mykhayla, do you know where an island is that has a blacksmith skilled enough to alter my scythe?”

“Mykitty knows blacksmith, Elies lives on Blackboulder island!” She told me.

“When did you meet a blacksmith?” I asked her.

“Mykitty knows many people!” She told me with a smile before thrusting her wrist out to show me, “And Mykitty got a cute bracelet from him. Oh, did Mykitty tell you about the philosopher she met?”

“Yes.” I told her dryly, “Four times. Where is Blackboulder island?”

“A few hours away,” The navigator said looking over a map, “If I’m right. Of course that’ll blow us off our course right now.”

“No.” Kidd growled.

“As long as we’re gone before the post sets we’re fine.” I told him.

“Mykitty wants to see Elies again!” Mykhayla cried.

“Fine!” Kidd snapped, “But only until before the log sets, then we’re leaving you behind!”

“Fine by me.” I smirked.

“Yay!” Mykhayla cried as she jumped for joy.


“Mykitty says we should go down this way!” Mykhayla said pointing down a smaller side street off the main road we were on, “It has amazing doughnuts. Mykitty would suggest the jelly, but be careful of the dip in the road.”

“Mykhayla.” I call out to her, rubbing my temple, “We already lost Kidd to the countless kinds and types and shapes of metal both raw and refined, I would really just like to get to Elies’ and soon!”

“Mykitty will get you there as promised,” She told me, “But!”

“Here it comes.” I muttered under my breath.

“Mykitty needs to go see someone first!”

“And whom, preytell, might that be?” I asked her.

“Mykitty has to pay back a debt.” She said solemnly.

“Who do you owe? And what do you owe?” I asked in disbelief.

“Mykitty owes Craig two cookies.” She said with a sigh, “Mykitty lost a bet to a six year old.”

“When were you on this island to have gained all this knowledge and know all these people?” Killer inquired.

“Mykitty has many secrets.” Mykhayla said in a low voice while moving her arms around in a ‘mystical’ way, “Mykitty keeps in contact with people!” She said pulled out a bundle of letters.

“Where did you get-

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to Killer.” I warned the other blonde, “Something are better left unknown.”

I sighed and turned my attention back to the girl, “So what are we supposed to do in the mean time?”

“Mykitty will be quick.” She said to us, eyes bright, “Mykitty also suggest meeting Craig. He’s a smart cookie. Or you can check out the weapon smith to your right.”

“Go pay off your debt.” I snapped, “And if you’re longer than ten minutes you aren’t getting dinner.”

“Mykitty is on the way!” She yelled and took off in a random direction to see this Craig person, or child, thing.

I sighed and turned to Killer.

“At least it’s quiet for right now.” He said.

“For now.” I echoed, “Let’s go check out that smithy.”

I followed Killer and adjusted the scythe resting on my shoulder as we walked, it wasn’t heavy, it was just awkward.

We waited about seven minutes and then Mykhayla came running up to us.

“Alright, let’s go!” She sang, “Be careful of the pit fall on the path to there.”

“Why is there-

“Killer.” I warned, “Do you want the answer?”

“Good point.”

We followed the blonde along the cobblestone path leading towards a dense forest. Along the way we passed by many smithies, I looked at each one and thought that they were going to Elies.

Eventually we found ourselves walking along a hard packed gravel path, leaving most of the town behind. There were a few smithies here that I thought would have been Elies. But I was soon proven wrong as we made our way into the thick pine forest.

The ground was covered in ferns, pine saplings, and little yellow flowers. The path that we walked soon turned from gravel to dirt and we started up a steeper incline heading into the mountain.

Thinking it over, this was probably the best place for a blacksmith to step up shop, right next to the mine. That way they always had a good supply of metal and coal, and all the wood they need to be able to keep it going.

Eventually we came to a small clearing and in was a small house attached to a smithy. This shop was larger than the ones that were in town, it seemed like Elies had all the room they needed here to make any and everything they want.

Mykhayla started up towards the front door before turning instantly just before the door and heading towards the smithy. We almost toppled over her by running into her back because of how suddenly she stopped.

After a half second of regaining ourselves we followed after her fast.

“Elies!” Mykhayla called out in a sing song voice, “I’m home!”

“She broke her-

“Yes.” I cut Killer off, “Yes she did, Kidd’s not here for her to annoy anymore.”

Out of the back of the shop, who I assumed was Elies came out.

He was basically a walking toothpick, but with a small amount of defined muscle. A mop of dark, brown hair sat atop his head almost obscuring a pair of goggles he was wearing. He was adorned in a dark blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, dark brown pants, black boots, leather chaps over his pants, a leather apron over his shirt and thick leather gloves.

“Mykhayla!” He exclaimed and strided forward towards the blonde to give her a hug, which she quickly returned, “What brings you here?” He asked as they pulled away.

“Mykitty needs to ask a huge favor for a friend.” She said sheepishly.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Mykitty’s friend Torri, found this really cool weapon that she’d like to utilise for herself, but it’s awkward.” She told him.

“Are you Torri?” He asked as he turned to Killer and me.

I nodded, “This is the weapon I found.” I told him, holding the weapon out to him.

He took it from me and gave it a good hard look over.

“It’s a little big for me.” I told him.

“A little?” He asked with a scoff, “How tall are you?”

“5’10”.” I told him and crossed my arms.

“This scythe it a little more than twice the size it should be for you.” He told me.

“Can you reform it so it will work for me?” I asked him.

“Ordinarily, I would say you’re better off starting from scratch.” He told me, “Or picking out a different weapon. But seeing as how you’re Mykhayla’s friend, come back in three days. I’ll have it ready for you.”

I smiled at him, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He told me and returned my smile.

 

What If It Were Real(Part 20)

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Killer’s pov.

I came out of the kitchen with a plate in my hand and placed it in front of my recovering captain.

He picked up his spoon and poked at it a couple of times.

“Kidd, it’s fine.” I told him, “I said it was for me.”

“If your positive.” He muttered and took a spoonful.

I rolled my eyes and walked back into the kitchen. My brunette was plating another helping of tonight’s curry.

“Hey.” I said sheepishly, gaining her attention, “Sorry to ask this, but I dropped my plate.”

She gave me a heart warming smile and handed me the one she just dished out.

“Just for you.” She told me.

“Thank you, beautiful.” I told her and blew her a kiss, receiving a million dollar smile from her.

I walked back out to take my seat at the table and dug in.

“How did you get a second one?” Kidd asked me as I sat down.

“I told her I dropped it, now shut up and eat.” I told the red head. I was not at all amused with him. It was one thing to throw Mykhayla in the God awful dress, it was another to drop Torri’s soup everywhere AND make her cry because of it.

Mykhayla was sitting across from me, lost in her own world of thoughts as she ate her dinner. I knew she was not at all happy with the captain because of his previous actions, more so than Torri.

“Incoming ship!” A crewman said, throwing open the door to alert us all.

I put down my spoon and picked up my sythes. Kidd cautiously got up and made his way onto the deck. Torri hurried out of the kitchen to get onto deck with us all. I followed my brunette out into the cool night air and prepared to fight alongside her.


“Kidd.” I said to the red head, gaining his attention, “We found this devil fruit in the haul that we got. It goes to you.”

“Thanks.” he said with a sigh, “You’re a good man, Killer.”


Torri’s pov.

“No.” I said for the tenth time,not looking up from the vegetables I was chopping.

“Why not?” Kidd demanded.

“Give me 1 good reason why I should listen to you after what you did to my soup.” I told him, “Aside from that, I don’t even know what that thing is, so there is no way in hell that I’m going to be cooking with it.”

“As captain, I order you-”

“As cook, you’re not eating tonight.” I snarled back at him, “If that’s the way you’re going to play.”

He shut up and left the kitchen, huffing with himself. I sighed, thankful to finally get some time for peace and quiet.

I chopped up the remainder of my vegetables and started to move onto herbs.

“Hey.”

I looked up and smiled at my blonde.

“Hi.” I said back as he entered the kitchen, “What’s up?”

“I have a bit of a formal request for you.” He said and handed me a melon like fruit with dark green swirls on it, “I’ve looked this up and it’s apparently a particular kind of melon. It’s supposed to be really good in salads. Would you mind making one up for me?”

I smiled, “Not at all.” I then turned back to the cutting board and fixed the best salad I could with a raspberry vinaigrette.

“There we go.” I said and handed him a perfect plate, “I hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

“Thank you very much.” He said and swiftly lifted his mask to plant a kiss on my forehead. He then fixed his mask and turned around leaving me alone to finish my task.


Killer’s pov.

“I’ve done your dirty work, captain.” I said begrudgingly as I handed him the plate.

“How the hell did you manage to get her to do that?” The red head asked me in amazement.

“I said it was for me, what I thought it was, and I asked nicely.” I told him, “Now go do whatever it is that you need to do quick before I get too caught up in this stupid scheme of yours and lose every privilege that I have with, Torri.”

“Fine.” he hissed, “Mykhayla!” Kidd shouted.

“What do you want?” She snapped as she approached.

“Torri asked me to give you this special lunch that she made for you.” He told her, offering the plate.

“Well, if it’s Torri’s cooking.” She said and took the plate, beginning to eat.

All of a sudden, ears sprung up from the top of her head. And not too far behind them, a tail sprouted out of her lower back.

“Uh, captain?” I asked the red head, wondering if he knew the full effects of the fruit we just fed the unsuspecting girl.

“Shh.” he urged as he watched her finish the plate.

“Man, what was in there, my stomach hurts.” She said and then reached up to scratch her new cat ear.

“Maybe you should go see the doctor,” I suggested taking the plate from her, “I’ll bring this back to the kitchen for you.”

“Oh no, it’ll be fine.” She assured, “Kidd, are you sure Torri made it? It has a weird after taste.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” he told her.

“It’s kinda, eww, though.” She said, her face was one of disgust as she described the salad.

“Go get some water to wash it down then.” I suggested.

“Whatever, you say man. I’m going to launch a formal complaint to the cook.” She said and began to leave.

“You can’t do that.” I stopped her.

“Why not?” She asked.

“She just suffered from a traumatic event thanks to captain, do you really want to hurt her feelings with saying the lunch she made just for you was bad?” I asked.

“Sigh of dismay.” She sighed, “Okay.” And she walked off anyway.

“What the hell was that about?” Kidd asked me.

“I’m the one who asked her to make the food for her, I’m the one who took the fruit from you, I’m the one who gave the food back to you so you could give it to her. I’m stuck in the middle of this because of you. And because of that, I’m about to get chewed out by my girlfriend because you gave her cat ears and a tail! I think I have every right to be concerned for my own skin.” I hissed at the red head.

“I never thought of it that way.” Kidd said to himself.

“You never do.” I growled.

“What the actual fuck!”

“Oh no.” I groaned.


Torri’s pov.

“Torri, may I please have a cup of water?” Mykhayla asked from behind me.

“Of course.” I said and turned around to get one for her. Only to stand in shock for a second as I realized what was sitting atop her head, and what was flowing behind her.

“What the actual fuck!” I screamed.

“What? What’s wrong?” She asked.

“What the hell are these?” I demanded pulling at the ears on the top of her head.

“Ow! That hurts!”

“Why are they fucking attached!?” I screamed, “What happened!?”

“Uh, wait, there’s ears on my head?” She asked.

“What happened!” I demanded, I looked over to see Killer and Kidd standing there, along with a few other crew members trying to see what’s going on.

“You!” I shouted and stormed over to Kidd, “You did this!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said smugly.

I doubled up my fist and clocked him in the jaw, sending him back a few feet.

“That’s what you were trying to get me to feed to Mykhayla!” I exclaimed figuring out his plan, “And you!” I turned to Killer who had back up at this point, “You made me go through with it because you knew I wouldn’t say no to you! You fucking gave Mykhayla a cat devil fruit!”

“Wait!” Mykhayla exclaimed, “What’s a devil fruit?” She asked.

“A devil fruit is a fruit that gives the eater incredible powers at the price that the ocean, and water in general are mad at them. You ate the neko-neko no mi, or the cat-cat fruit, Mykhayla, you now have the ability to turn into a cat.” Killer explained to her, “But you can’t swim.”

“Good thing I never liked water anyway.” She said with a chuckle, after a short moment of silence went by she clued in, “Wait, I’m a cat”

“You can turn into a cat.” I corrected, “And you can turn into a hybrid form, like what you are now.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention, can you please go over that again.” She asked.

“You ate a fruit that gives you the ability to turn into a cat,” I told her, “But because of that new ability you can no longer swim.”

“Okay, okay. I get it now.” She told me, “I hate water more, and I can be cute and fluffy as a cat.”

“Basically, yeah.” I told her.

“Well,” She started, “Mykitty’s going to have some fun!” She exclaimed.

“What have you done?” I asked Kidd.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think it would turn out like this.” He told me.

I nodded before turning my attention to Killer. I clocked him upside the head too.

“What the hell was that for?” He demanded.

“You were in cahoots with Kidd on this plan, so you’re just as guilty as he is for this.” I told him, “And that was for sneaking food to a traitor!”

What If It Were Real?(Part 19)

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“What the hell is that!?” I heard Mykhayla say in horror.

I popped my head out of the doorway to the kitchen to see Kidd holding up a bright red dress that had a poofy skirt that would come down to the knees, it jetted out and almost looked like a ballerina tutu, it had white tassels on the waist, a form-fitting top, the neck line was a turtle neck, a giant bow on the chest, and it had really ugly frills on either shoulder, but it was sleeveless.

“Your punishment.” He smirked.

“For what!?” Mykhayla demanded.

“You ruined your captain’s signature style.” Kidd growled, “And since I can’t touch you, less I lose the witch, this is what will be used as a consequence.”

“Uh, excuse me, you ruined my image too, so I think we’re even here.” Mykhayla told him.

“Wear this all day today and I’ll allow you to mop again.” He hissed.

“I’m ready for a new scream fest.” Mykhayla said to herself, “Sure.” She then took the dress from Kidd and left the room to go downstairs to our room to change.

“What!?” Kidd demanded when he saw I was staring.

“What the hell did you just get her?” I demanded.

“A punishment.” Kidd growled.

“For who?” I asked him, “Her or the rest of the crew? That was hideous.”

“Exactly why I got it.” He told me triumphantly.

“Here’s another question,” I posed to my captain, “Since when did you know her dress size?”

“I spent 2 days in her body trying on cloths that would piss her off, I think I have every right to know.”

“Torri.” Mykhayla called out as she came back into the room, “Do you think tomorrow you could alter this dress a bit for me.”

I cringed as I saw her spin around in that thing.

“You look horrible.” I told her.

“Aww, thanks you’re so sweet!” She exclaimed, “I plan on making this as painful for him as possible. I love this dress. Look at it! It shows my knees!”

“You hate your knees.” I pointed out.

“I hate knees in general.” She corrected.

“Then why are you so gung-ho about it?” Kidd demanded.

“It’s such a gorgeous dress.” She said, she was visibly cringing, but at the same time she was smug, “It suits my personality. It’s all over the place. And right in your face.”

“I made a mistake, didn’t I?” Kidd asked me after a moment.

“That depends on what you count as a mistake.” I told him, “I’ll help you alter it tomorrow, Mykhayla. Today I gotta focus on dinner. I’m using that Sherry Cola Mountain pepper we just got. It’s going to be so good!”

“I can’t wait!” She exclaimed, “I’m going to call a family meeting!” She then skipped out of the room.

“What have I done?” He asked himself  as he watched her leave.

“Unleashed a demon with power the likes of which you have never seen.” I told him and turned back into the kitchen to continue work.


Mykhayla’s pov.

He’s going to love the fact that I love this dress. Oh, there’s Heat. I have to show him. I need a hug. This dress is so awful.

“Heat!” I called out. The man turned around to look at me. His eyes got wide as he saw me approaching.

“Hey.” He said shakily, “What are you wearing?”

“It’s a gift from Kidd.” I told him, “He thinks it suits my personality. Doesn’t it just scream me?”

“It, uh, it screams something alright.” He said and scratched the back of his head, “Are you alright, Mykhayla. You seem a little tense.”

“Absolutely, I know what it screams. Kidd’s immediate death after today.” I told him with a big smile.

“Again, are you sure you’re alright?” He asked me.

“100%, just look at how these knees glisten in the sun.” I told him, “From having never seen it before.”

“Do you not like knees or something?” Heat asked me.

“What made you guess?” I asked him, “The fact of the unusual shape of the joint and how protruding it is? How pale they are?”

“Just your overall attitude.” He told me, “Why don’t you go show off your dress to the rest of the crew?” He suggested, “I’m sure they’ll love to hear all about your distaste for it.”

“Oh yes,” I told him, “I’m hoping to plan a family meeting at dinner time. And we are going to tell Kidd how much we love this dress because it’s part of his horrible punishment.”

“Why don’t you let everyone else in on your plan.” He told me, “I’ll let everyone I see know about it too.”

“Oh, yes. I would absolutely love that.” I told him, “Like honestly, not sarcastically at all. It would legit, make my life so much easier. Thank you.”


Torri’s pov.

Mykhayla stood up at the end of the table and called for everyone’s attention.

“Hi guys. So thank you for coming to the family meeting.” She started, “You don’t really have a choice because it technically is dinner time, but hey. Today, we are going to appreciate Kidd’s expression of how he appreciated being me through this wonderful dress. He’s really captured the essence of my personality and soul, and he’s really accentuated the burning passion and excitement with the colour! I think we should all take a moment and appreciate how kind hearted and lovable he is.”

I couldn’t stop myself from snorting at that last comment, but hid it behind my tea cup. Though, I could see Kidd’s fingers digging into the table with every word that Mykhayla uttered about him.

“I would like everyone’s dearest opinions about this dress before we hand the floor over to our dearest captain.”

Everyone chimed in about how much they liked the dress, how well it went with Mykhayla, how well Kidd must have known her to be able to pick it, how it showed her favorite attribute about herself, her knees, and how Kidd must really care for her to have picked out something so perfect.

I chuckled to myself as they started to die down and picked up the pot of special soup. I figured I would save Kidd some embarrassment and just bring dinner out for everyone.

“Okay, guys!” I said and exited the kitchen, pot in hand, “Tonight’s dinner is extra special because it has the Sherry Cola Mountain-”

I was cut off by Kidd throwing his hands up and yelling at everyone, especially Mykhayla. In doing so, he also hit the pot in my hands with such force it knocked it out of my grasp and onto the floor, spilling it’s content everywhere.

I dropped to my knees and stared at the liquid as it spread out on the floor.

I felt my throat close up on me a little bit and a sting at the back of my eyes.

The pepper, that we had worked so hard to procure, that left us beaten, bloody, and exhausted at the end of that endeavour. That pepper had made the soup so good while testing it, was now gone.

My vision was now blurry at the thought of never being able to eat the soup. I couldn’t stop a small hiccup from coming out of my throat or the sob that followed after.

What If It Were Real?(Part 18)

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I sipped tea from my mug as I walked down the forest path to get to the submarine. Killer never would have let me go, but lucky for me, I was easily able to coax Wire into giving me the information that I needed.

I knew I didn’t look threatening. After all I was walking towards them in sweat pants, a fitted tank top, baggy hoodie, and sneakers. My hair had grown out enough for me to be able to pull it back into a pony tail. The only thing on me that they could see was the big cup of tea that I was sipping on as I walked.

“Who goes there?!” A voice demanded as I approached the submarine.

“Hi.” I greeted with a smile, “Is Law available to speak by chance?”

“Who are you?” He demanded.

“Torri.” I told him, “Please tell him Torri is here and needs to speak him it’s urgent.”

The man looked at me skeptically but disappeared for a moment anyway.

“He says you may come aboard.” He told me and lowered a ladder down for me.

I somehow managed to climb to the top even with the hot cup of tea in my hands. My feet touched the deck and I was greeted by about 4 men. I smiled at them.

They escorted me down below deck to a room where they just nodded. Out of politeness I knocked anyway.

“Come in.” The smooth voice of the Surgeon of death called to me.

I opened the door and closed it behind me.

“Good morning.” I greeted.

He looked up from his news paper and did a double take at me before smirking.

“I switched you with Eustass-ya.” He said in disbelief.

“You might have thought you did.” I told him, “But in reality you switched my captain with my best friend, Mykhayla. You know that blonde that you bought ice cream for the other day. That was very kind of you by the way.”

“And you want me to switch them back, I assume.” He said and leaned back in his chair.

I nodded as I took a sip from my mug, “But of course I’m not so stupid as to think that you would be willing to do this for free or out of the goodness of your heart. But I do propose a trade with you.”

“What could you possibly have that I could want?” He asked.

“Information.” I told him with a smirk, “I’m on Kidd’s crew not because of my cooking skills, but because I know things. That’s the only reason why he keeps me around.”

“And you want to trade second hand information for your friends to return to normal?” He asked me.

I shook my head after I took another sip, “I don’t tell Kidd everything I know.” I told him, “I tell him what he needs to know. Which isn’t very much. If you would like to pick my brain, figuratively of course, all I would ask in return would be my friend and captain back in their correct bodies.”

Trafalgar gestured to a seat next to me, “Let’s talk then, Torri-ya.”


“For the last time! That is not how a man walks!” Kidd yelled at Mykhayla.

“Well you don’t sit like I do.” She retorted.

“Yeah, because I’m not a girl, wench!” He yelled.

“So that gives you the excuse to not act like I do, but I don’t get the excuse to not act like you because I’m a girl!” She questioned, “That’s stupid!”

“You’re stupid!” He yelled.

“You’re stupid!” She yelled back.

“Not as stupid as you are!” He countered.

“Well I’m not as dumb as you are, that’s for sure!” She yelled back.

“When I get my body back!” Kidd yelled at her, “I’ll,”

“You’ll what!?” She demanded.

“Hey!” I said coming onto the deck, with a mug of warm tea in my hands.

“Where the hell have you been!?” Killer demanded running past Kidd and Mykhayla, who stopped their argument to look at me.

“Places.” I told him with a smile as I took a sip of my tea.

“Places!?” Killer demanded, “You’ve been gone since dawn!”

“Yeah, I’ve been places.” I assured him as I took another sip.

“I want you to realize the hell that I’ve been facing by myself since you left. Those two haven’t stopped yelling at one another since they got up! And it wasn’t fun to find you gone this morning either.” Killer told me.

“Don’t worry.” I assured my blonde, “Everything will be fine.”

“How the hell can you say that!?” Killer exclaimed, “Our captain and Mykhayla are stuck in the wrong bodies, Trafalgar hates us so there is no way he’s going switch them back for us, and now all of a sudden my girlfriend is keeping secrets from me that could get us all killed.”

“Well look on the bright side, Killer.” Mykhayla chimed in, “At least Torri is back.”

He turned around to yell at the red head only to see a petite blonde standing behind him.

“Mykhayla?” He asked, staring down at her.

“Yes?” She asked and cocked her head to the side.

“Oh thank the heavens!” Killer cried, “You two are back to normal!”

“It seems so.” Kidd said as he looked over his body, “Now, where the hell is Trafalgar, I’m going to kill that bastard!” Kidd then stormed off trying to find the man he was after.

“I’m going to go change into something that’s actually good to wear.” Mykhayla told us and went below deck.

Killer stared at the spot on the deck they were arguing on before being brought back to reality with a loud sip I made. He turned to look at me.

“What did you do?” He questioned.

“I made a deal with the devil.” I told him and stared into the red tinged liquid in my mug.

“Think you can make deals with him more often?” He asked, “I know I was complaining earlier, but it was actually a lot of fun to watch them argue.”

I took another sip and said, “We’ll see.”

What If It Were Real?(Part 17)

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“And when I demand to know what you’ve seen, I expect an answer!” Kidd all but yelled at me.

“Keep talking like that I’m never telling you anything again!” I threatened.

“I am your captain!” He howled.

“And I’m going to be the reason why you become the king of the pirates!” I shouted back, “So back off!”

“Torri!” Mykhayla cheered as she came skipping over to us, “You’ll never guess who I ran into again today!”

All of a sudden I heard Mykhayla’s voice, but her mouth wasn’t moving at all.

“It was the man in the fluffy hat! He bought me ice cream and walked me back to the ship! He was so nice.”

“What the fuck just happened!?” Kidd yelled, “Since when are you taller than me!? And, holy shit! Why’s my body over there!?”

Mykhayla pointed at Kidd. She looked non to pleased.

“What are you talking about?” I asked the blonde.

“I’m fucking, Eustass “Captain” Kidd, witch!” The blonde yelled at me, “I’m not your little blonde friend!”

“Woah man! That was weird!”

I looked over at the body of my captain.

“Mykhayla?” I asked looking at the red head.

“Yes?” She asked. Kidd’s face turned into a sweet smile, which honestly scared me more than Kidd’s usual scowl.

“Can you describe what the man in the fluffy hat who bought you ice cream looked like?” I asked her.

“He was, tallish and had a fluffy hat. Oh! And he had this fluffy polar bear who could talk! It was so cute.” She fan girled, “And we talked ice cream. It was so much fun.”

“Killer!” I called out.

The blonde poked his head over the railing to look down at me.

“Can you please call the crew together!”

“Sure!” He called back.

“Why are you calling MY crew together, witch!?” Kidd growled.

“Because currently, you are unable to.” I told him, “Follow me, both of you. I know who that man is.”


“So,” I started as I addressed the crew, “Apparently we got a small visit from Trafalgar Law. He switched, either intentionally or unintentionally, I don’t know which, Captain with Mykhayla. So presently our fiery, foul mouthed, aggressive captain is in a small, blue eyed body. And my sweet, sweet friend Mykhayla is, in captain’s body. And the only way to change them back, is to hunt down Trafalgar and get him to change them back. So, I vote, for the time being, Killer take over as captain, just until we can sort this out.”

“I’m not dying!” Kidd yelled at me, “I can still command my crew!”

“Yes,” I started, “Yes you can. But will anyone take you seriously in that body?”

“I fucking hate you!” He growled.

“Hey! My body is gorgeous!” Mykhayla told Kidd, “It’s your body that’s weird.”

“Excuse me!” He yelled, “Unlike you, my body has been meticulously trained to be strong enough to handle rough seas and strong opponents. You on the other hand, have done nothing with your soft body to strengthen it!”

“It doesn’t need to be strong to be fabulous.” Mykhayla came back, “You underestimate the petite figure. And how do you know I haven’t done anything with it?”

“I’m in your body now! And it’s nowhere near as strong or amazing as mine is!” Kidd howled.

“Well I can say that your body it too huge to get anywhere fast!” She bit back.

“And your too small and girly to make a lasting impression!” He hissed.

“Well you’re too flamboyant!” She bit back, “A pirate with all these accessories is not practical!”

“Please, what I wear is ten times better than you and your stupid jeans and hoodies!” Kidd accused.

“Well excuse me!” She started, “It’s suited for every type of weather. Were as your coat is only suited for one. This coat is heavy, and if it gets wet you’re not moving anywhere at all!”

“Don’t mock my style!”

“I’m sorry, but how many other pirates wear lipstick.” She started, “Aside from that, you spend more time in the morning doing your hair than I do! And to top it off, you’re so obsessed with your looks that you even go as far as to paint your nails. What do you think that that completes your ‘no shirt’ look?”

Kidd ground his teeth and growled, “Do not mock me wench.”

“Please, honey.” She retorted, “You’re style, if that’s even what you want to call it, does that for you.”

Kidd let out a giant scream and pulled at the blonde locks atop his head.

“Hey, just because I don’t spend as much time on it doesn’t mean I don’t care about it.” Mykhayla called Kidd out.

Kidd screamed again and stormed away, grumbling to himself.

“Well, this could be fun.” I said, looking over at Killer.

“Fun or horrible.” He told me, “What do you think we should do now?”

“Have some of the men look for Trafalgar. I’ll keep an eye on Mykhayla in Kidd’s body. You keep an eye on Kidd in Mykhayla’s body. Who know’s what they’ll do if we leave them alone.” I told him.

“Got it.” he nodded.

“Torri, can we please go shopping?” Mykhayla asked me, “If I’m stuck in this body, I want something I can actually wear.”

I rolled my eyes, “Alright.”


“What the hell is this!” Kidd screeched as he looked at Mykhayla in his body.

The red head was standing before his soul in a white dress shirt with the sleeves folded up, a yellow vest, black dress pants, nice dress shoes,  his red hair was slicked back out of his eyes. His signature goggles were hanging around his neck, and his belt that was usually across his chest was now around his waist like an actual belt, but it still had the pistol and dagger in it. Draped over his shoulders was a black suit jacket that was a couple of sizes too big for him.

“Classy, ain’t it?” Mykhayla giggled.

“You’re ruining my image!” He shouted.

“I’m just cleaning it up for you.” She told him.

Kidd ground his teeth again, before stopping, “Two can play at this game, wench.”

“Eustass!” I yelled to the man as he was retreating in the blonde’s body, “If she comes back with a tattoo, your head will be mine.”

He gave me a devilish grin, “I wasn’t even planning on it.”

And with that he left.

“I thought you said we were going to keep an eye on them.” Killer hissed from behind me.

I turned around and looked up at the blonde, “I did.” I told him, “This isn’t bad. If you want I could have our captain’s body all dolled up in a cocktail dress and evening make up.”

He seemed to wince at that idea.

“I’ll pass.” He told me.

“Then don’t complain.”


“What the fuck did you do to her!?” I exclaimed as I came out of the kitchen and layed eyes on the blonde I had come to call my friend.

Mykhayla’s body was standing in the mess hall in high heels, a denim mini skirt, a bright pink tube top with a black leather vest over top, her blue eyes were painted with black eye make up and her lips were lined with bright red lipstick.

“I’m just improving on her look.” Kidd teased.

“Excuse me!” Mykhayla said as she entered the room, “You have done nothing but lower expectations. What God awful things have you been doing?” She demanded.

“You ruin my look, I’ll ruin yours.” He smirked at her.

“Fine,” She said and crossed her arms, “If we are going to deal such low blows until this is sorted out, I’m changing the nail polish colour.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He snarled.

“Continue wearing that tube top and I will.” She challenge.

“Fine.” He snarled and stormed out of the mess hall.

I looked over to the door and saw Killer and Wire standing there staring.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching him.” I mocked Killer.

“I didn’t think it would be that bad, okay!” He defended.

I rolled my eyes, “Do we have anything on Trafalgar yet?”

“We know where his ship is.” He started, “But I don’t think anyone can get close enough without his crew noticing.”

I looked out the window to see the sun starting to set on the day and sighed. “Take me there tomorrow. I’ll talk to him.”

“No you wont!” Killer snarled.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him.

“I’m not letting you go there alone.” He corrected and approached me, “Did you forget that he kidnapped you at one point?”

“No, I didn’t forget.” I told him, “But we can’t just have Kidd and Mykhayla switched forever.”

“I just don’t want to lose you again.” He told me.

“You won’t.” I assured, “But it’s either that or- You have got to be kidding me!”

“What?” Kidd smirked as he came back in the room. This time instead of wearing a tube top he had on a t-shirt crop top.

“Good enough.” Mykhayla sighed, “You saved your nail polish.”

I sighed and walked back into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. This had been a long day.