What If It Were Real?(Part 26)

Mykhayla’s pov.

Layers of purple under orange and white petals with a red sun and dark blue silhouette of surfers, all surrounded by curved leaves of a million different shades of green that made me want to be sick.

I was instantly pulled away from that by Torri.

“That wasn’t what I was talking about when I said look at the view.” Torri growled at me, pulling me out from behind Killer.

I blinked and looked from her to the God awful Hawaiian shirt Killer was warring.

“Ohh!” I blinked again, “This is much better!”

I felt the brunette on my one side twitch, and blonde on my other side shift uncomfortably.

The actual view, not just the forced one I made up, was a clear blue sky over top of a bright orange sea.

“It’s so pretty!” I beamed, “But I hate the water so much.”

“It’s orange juice.” Torri told me, “We’ve just entered the Totto land archipelago.”

“Orange juice?!” I asked, “Oh, hell yeah! Let’s go for a swim!”

“You’re a devil fruit eater.” Killer cut in.

“Doesn’t that only count for water?” I asked him, “This is orange juice we’re talking about here.”

“Devil fruit users are weakened by any form of liquid, sea water, fresh water, juice, milk, anything. If a devil fruit user is submerged up to a certain point in any liquid, sea water or otherwise they will lose power and drown.” Torri explained, “Aside from that, that’s a sticky mess waiting to happen.”

I sighed, “Fine! No swimming.”

“You don’t even like swimming” Torri accused.

“That’s true. I really don’t.” I shrugged, “Scratch that off the bucket list.”

“Since when the hell am I in charge of your bucket list?” She demanded.

“To be honest, I’m pretty sure I don’t even have one.”

“Then why bring it up?” Killer asked.

“It’s an expression.” I dead panned.

“With you I never know.” He shrugged.

“And I heard you were a lady-killer, and now I know why.” I retorted.

Killer just stared at me for a moment before turning and leaving Torri and I alone.


Torri’s pov.

I shook my head for the millionth time to try to stop my vision from blurring again.

Everyone was feeling bad, and I was under orders from the doctor to make something easy on the stomach to help them all out. It didn’t help though that I was feeling like shit.
I felt really bad though, they all seemed to be feeling ill after eating that soup I made the other day. I guess some of the ingredients I used were bad.

“Damn.” I cursed as I clutched the edge of the counter. My head was spinning and I wasn’t sure if I could keep myself up right any longer.

I was nearly thrown off my feet when the ship lurched violently. I clutched the counter in an attempt to keep myself up.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled to myself as I stumbled out of the kitchen and towards the door leading out to the deck.

The ship lurched again, causing me to fly face first into the wall.

When I get my hands on whoever is responsible for this. I growled in my head.

I managed to throw the door opened and stepped out onto the deck. A war zone was occurring before me.

Kidd was trying his best to fend off underlings, Killer was haphazardly slashing at anything that got too close, Heat was trying to set the enemies on fire, yet about a dozen of our crew men were nothing more than charred bodies on the deck, Wire was doing his best. The only thing I was thankful for was the fact that Mykhayla wasn’t on deck in all this carnage.

I winced and pulled out my scythe spinning around to keep enemies around me at bay. I had about fifteen seconds to take in the situation in its entirety before I started to slow down.

People dressed in chess piece costumes? They were fighting. There were other people who were dressed, I wanted to say strangely but seeing as who my captain was I couldn’t really say anything about it. Then there was this giant guy clad in what looked to be biscuits? He was really wrecking shit.

I dropped my scythe from above my head and brought it to my waist, spinning myself in the process to get the chess pieces heads off. They were taken care of.

The rest of my crew was in danger though. I sprinted forward and took out the three at Killer’s back. I then turned and used the handle of my scythe to knock out the guy that was about to take my captain from his unguarded side.

I flicked the blade of my scythe to deflect a couple of bullets that were aimed at me. With that done I took out a throwing knife and sent it at an enemy that was aiming at Wire. He went down in a crumpled heap.

I then turned my attention to the giant biscuit armor guy. I figured, even in my hazy mind, he was the leader. If I could take care of him then the rest should be a breeze.
I took out another throwing knife and sent it flying at the guy’s eye. At the same time I charged for his leg to bring him down a size.

He deflected the knife easily enough, but was caught slightly by surprise when his leg gave out under him. I readied my scythe to cut upwards to take him out, but was stopped dead in my tracks.

Something flashed just before my eyes, pictures, places, names. I couldn’t quite place it.
The next thing I knew pain was coursing through my left eye and I was screaming in pain, backing away from the sword covered in blood that was before me.

I heard an annoying laugh come from before me, but I couldn’t open up my right eye to look.

“You almost had me there, girl!” It squeaked, “Why did you stop, I wonder?”

I fell to a knee and forced my right eye open, still clutching the bleeding wound that was the left side of my face.

I growled up at the cracker warrior. Something else in my mind flashed, but I couldn’t place it either.

Suddenly his face dropped as he stared down at me.

“Let’s go!” He called to his subordinates.

“But, Cracker-sama-” One of his underlings called out only to be cut off.

“I said we’re going now!” He barked again, “These pitiful rookies wont last long in their condition. You too, Zane. Mama will be proud of you.”

Zane! I looked over to where the little rat strode forward towards the Sweet Commander.

“You!” I managed out.

He paused and smirked at me, “Me!” He sang.

“I bet you didn’t see this one coming, witch!” He laughed as he made his way to the railing, “I can’t believe Eustass was even stupid enough to think you would be in any way useful. That’s all just a bunch of bullshit.”

He hopped up onto the railing as the Yonko’s crew prepared to sail off.

“It’s good to see you all groveling to me for once! You are all pathetic! Thinking you’re better than everyone! Thinking you can run the world all because you got a dream! You damn idiots! Do you have any idea what Mama has-”

He was cut off by a drowning gurgle. He looked down only to see a throwing knife, buried up to its hilt in his throat.

He looked back up and stared at me. My right arm still outstretched following through with my throw.

“Has anyone ever told you,” I panted, “You talk too much.”

Without another sound he fell backwards, off the ship. The splash of his body hitting the water was the only thing that followed.

Cracker looked at the ocean and then back at me.

“Move out!” He called to his crew just before his ship set sail away from us.

“Get the hell out of our territory or die already!” He called back.

I waited until they were a safe distance away before I allowed myself the luxury of falling over, unconscious.

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What If It Were Real?(Part 25)

“What the hell?” I muttered to myself as I rooted through the dry storage. Almost all the potatoes were rotten, the carrots were mangled and withered, the onions were growing mushroom.

I had just checked the storage last night and everything was fine. What the actual fuck had happened? The door to the dry storage was locked shut like I had left it, so there was no way that anyone could have come in and messed with anything either.

I furrowed my brow as I left the dry storage and entered the kitchen to check the fridge. The only thing that was off in there was one jug of milk.

That wasn’t out of the ordinary. I thought, these things happen from time to time.

Yet, I could not suppress the knot of uncertainty that was tangling up in my stomach.


Mykhayla’s pov.

I was walking around on the main deck, enjoying the sunshine. It had been raining a lot the past couple days so it was nice to have this break in the weather.

I took another step forward and my foot went through the deck.

I sputtered and struggled to regain my balance.

“What!?” I demanded, “When did this happen? I literally just mopped this deck yesterday!”

“Torri!” I bellowed.

“What!?” She shouted back at me.

“Huston, we have a problem!”

“Bring it up with the captain!” She yelled at me.

“But I’m stuck!” I whined.

“Then yell for him to help you out! Or turn into your cat form and get yourself out, then go and find him!” She reasoned.

“Oh.” I muttered, “I never thought of that. That would be a good idea. A better idea from the start.”

And so, I turned into a cat and scampered out of the hole, only managing to make it about 4 steps away before falling through another hole in the deck. This time I landed right in front of Kidd.

“Oh hey! That thing is true, cat’s do land on their feet! And, uh, of yeah. The floor’s broken.”


Heat’s pov.

I yawned as walked to the port of the ship, several other under crewmen in toe. Torri had requested a fair amount of fish to off set the bad food we had to throw over board. I was still wracking my brain of how all that food could have gone bad when she was so adamant that the day before they were perfectly fine.

Captain was always the first to write her off, saying it was due to her negligence. But I knew just how picky Torri was when it came to provisions she was purchasing, I had been there with her on more than one occasion.

I sighed, no use thinking about something like that. If we want dinner we gotta work for it.

“Alright, John you got the bait, right?” I asked.

The mountain of a man nodded, “Right her’eat!” He dropped a giant barrel on the deck.

“Perfect.” I smiled and tied a hook to my rod, “It’ll be an easy day gentlemen.”

I gave an experimental cast of my rod. There was something off about it. I pulled it back in and cast it again, thinking it might have just been wind or how the boat rocked throwing me off my game. But no, there was something off indeed.

“Heat.” One of the under crewmen called as I sent out another experimental cast.

“What is it?” I all but barked as I turned around to look at them.

They tipped the barrel towards me so I could see inside of it. It was completely empty.

“What the hell!?” I snarled.

The barrel was full the other day when I landed a sturgeon.

Something was wrong.


Killer’s pov.

I cursed my captain under my breath for the millionth time. I should have known. Even with the round about route we were taking I should have known he would want to challenge a Yonko right out of the gate.

Now we were heading for Big Mam’s territory. I cursed again, why now?

I heard sounds and a smelled a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen. I sighed in contentment hoping to catch Torri in there. I strode over, heart a little lighter, only for it to sink when I saw a low ranking crew member with his hand in the pot.

“You know the cook with serve your hand to you if you try for more food again.” I snarled at him.

He jumped, nearly out of his skin and scuttled out of the kitchen, running past me and mumbling his apologies and begging for me not to tell her.

I sighed again. Even with all this bullshit going on, the captain trying to kill us all, and Mykhayla breaking the ship there would always be at least one thing that’s consistent: the deliciousness of Torri’s cooking.

 

What If It Were Real?(Part 23)

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?