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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Family Feud(Part 21)

“Geez.” I heard Kidd say as he stepped into the library, “I knew you guys had a lot of information, but don’t you think this is a little over kill?”

I glared up from the book I was reading.

“On the contrary,” I countered, “It’s not enough.”

He sighed and walked over to me on the ladder.

“What are you looking at?” He asked as he leaned against the book shelf.

“My next step is to take down Doflamingo.” I told him, “He was selling arms to Kiado, and now, if what you say is true, he’s selling to the others. I need to take him down, but I can’t leave Dressrosa without a king, it would be anarchy.”

“So?” Kidd urged me to continue.

“So,” I repeated, “I’m trying to find the whereabouts of former King Riku.”

“That guy that went crazy and slaughtered a bunch of his people?” He demanded, “Might as well let Blackbeard have that place.”

I rolled my eyes, “Look I know it sounds crazy, but-”

He cut me off, “I think ‘crazy’ is a bit of an understatement.” Kidd growled.

I sighed, “Look either support me in trying to find out the truth or fuck off, I’m trying to work.”

“Benn wants you.” He told me calmly, “He says it’s important.”

“And you couldn’t say that the second you walk in?” I asked him and put the book away before climbing down the ladder.

“You were working.” He mocked.

I glared and then rolled my eyes before trudging out of the library.

“Ceerie-sama! Stand up straight!” Daddan yelled as I walked by her.

“Later.” I told her and waved her off.

She let out a huff as I rounded the corner and entered the office, Kidd not too far behind me.

“What?” I all but spat a the older man who had called for me.

“You need to talk to us.” He demanded, crossing his arms and glaring at me, “Locking yourself in the library until you find what you’re looking for is not the answer. We’re here for you, use us as you need.”

“You say this like you’re pawns in some game!” I snarled back at him, causing surprise to wash over everyone.

“I know how my father ran things was like a giant game of chess or something. I’m not like him, Benn! The one time I tried to be like him, someone died!” I took a deep breath, trying to hold back tears that were threatening to fall, “I’m not like him. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t want everyone to be looking at me for all the answers, because I don’t have them. And because I trust all of you, I believe you can do what needs to be done while I search for answers that could fix everything.”

There was a pregnant pause that filled the room as I waited for someone to say something. What had been said needed to sink in. What had been said, also could not be unsaid. The next words had to be chosen carefully.

“You are nothing like Shanks,” Benn finally said, “You never could be.”

I took several deep, rapid breaths trying to calm myself, unsure of what was about to be said.

“You aren’t him. So to try and hold you next to him, and expect the same things he would do is redundant.” Benn continued, “Never could you be on the same level as him. But,”

I held my breath, not knowing what he was about to come out of his mouth, but knowing it was going to make or break me.

“That doesn’t make you a bad leader.” Benn started, “Ceerie, you’re young and inexperienced, you have no idea what you’re doing and expecting you to isn’t going to get us anywhere. But you aren’t alone, and that’s where your biggest mistake is. We aren’t your pawns, like you said, but we are on your side, you can trust us. Use us to the full extent of requirements you need. We’re here, not because of a debt, or blind loyalty to your late father. We’re here for you, we’re going to go through this with you, because we believe in you. Now stop trying to be something you’re not and be who you are. That’s the best thing for this situation, alright?”

I sniffed once to hold back the tears and nodded.

“I need information on the whereabouts of Riku Doltan the third. If we overthrow Doflamingo then the country will still be in need of a leader. Without one in this day and age would simply be asking for anarchy and trouble. Hawkins, Yassop. I feel you two are the best for this task, can I ask you carry it out to the best of your abilities?”

“Of course.” They both replied without missing a beat.

I nodded, “Benn, please make an oppointment with the tailor to come in as soon as possible. I have a secret job for him. And also the local wig maker. I need her too.”

Benn nodded.

“Lucky, please make contact with your spys in Big Mam’s family. I need to know everything about Jewelry Bonney. Especially her habits. Do you mind.”

“Not at all.” Lucky grinned.

“Killer, it’s up to you to tighten security around our perimeters. With what I want.” I paused and took a deep breath before I corrected myself, “With what I’m going to pull off I need to know if a cockroach scuttles from one side of the street to the other. Think you can handle that?”

“Easy.” I heard killer smirk.

“Law,” I paused again and looked at the tired doctor, bracing myself for what I was about to say, “Might as well get all this out in the open now. Please work with Makino and Daddan to get invitations out to our usual contacts. This one shall be in regards to my engagement.”

Jaws hung open and a couple of the men even stood up. I put a hand up to silence any questions and shook my head.

“I’ll announce my fiance at the party. Make it for about a month from now. Please.”

“Ceerie, are you sure about this?” Yassop asked, “It’s your engagement. It’s a pretty big deal. To decide this early. I- it’s just…”

“I’ve already made my choice, Yassop.” I assured, “Whether or not he’ll accept is another matter. And whether or not I made the right choice is something only time will be able to tell.”

“Ceerie,” Kid asked from behind me, “What the hell are you planning with all of this?”

I looked up at him with determined eyes and took a deep breath before I replied.

“A war.”

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.