What If It Were Real(Part 15)

Mykhayla jumped off of the ship and started kicking up sand, happy to be on dry land after about 2 weeks.

I jumped off after her, though I didn’t kick up sand. I hated sand in my boots.

“Come on.” I told the blonde, gaining her attention, “We need to get supplies.”

“Okay!” She cheered and jumped, before skipping after me.

We took a round about way through the forest. We had to port on the other side of the island to avoid marines and not alert the villagers to our presence.

The walk through the market place was always my favorite part about shopping. Picking up the best pieces of meat, the colours of the produce, and the smells of the spices and herbs always attacked all of my senses.

It was easy to load up the cart with food stuffs for the next few weeks, it was easy to heckle down the prices when buying so much food, it was easy to get lost in the world of new food and seasonings I have never come in contact with before, it was easy to lose Mykhayla in the crowd of people.

Wait… Mykhayla!

I looked around to try to find my blonde.

“Mykhayla!” I called out trying to find her.

“Excuse me, sir, can you please point me towards the person calling out that name?”

I was filled with relief as I heard her voice.

“So, you’re name is Mykhayla. What a lovely name.” I heard a random male’s voice say to her.

I pushed past a couple people to find her standing in front of a shop and an averaged height, decently built man in his late twenties, with dark hair and eyes standing next to her. He had a stern face and tanned skin. He was dressed rather sharply in a dark grey pin stripped suit.

“Mykhayla.” I said again to gain her attention.

“You called!” She exclaimed sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes, “Come on princess, captain’s not going to like it if we stay out past curfew again.”

“Who says he has to know?” She teased.

“Get your ass moving already, I’m gonna suffocate with all these people around.” I grinned.

“You wouldn’t dare!” She accused.

“Or would I?” I retorted.

“Rock, paper, scissors match. Here we go.” She challenged.

“What? Why?” I questioned.

“Because it’s the easiest way to settle matters.” She told me.

I rolled my eyes again, “Move your ass or I’ll kick it back to the ship.”

“Fine.” She groaned but turned back to the man next to her for a moment and said, “Thank you sir, for your gallant service.” And she gave a short curtsy.

“It was my pleasure your Highness.” He said to her and bowed, “If you don’t mind me asking, where is it you and your servant are off too?”

“Back to my dungeon of solitude.” She said sarcastically.

“Yeah, now get your ass moving.” I said and grabbed her hand, only to be forced to stop a few feet after that fact.

“Unhand your princess!” The man ordered me.

“Excuse me?” I demanded, turning around to face the man.

“I said, unhand her servant girl.” He snarled at me before turning his attention back to Mykhayla, “I will steal you away from your captures and this vile wench, we will wed and you will be free.”

“I already have a free soul, kind sir. but thank you anyway.” Mykhayla told him.

“All the more reason to free your body as well.” He urged, “Now unhand her!”

“Shove all your princess bullshit up your ass, you prick.” I snarled at the man, he seemed taken aback by my outburst, “Take your hands off of her now, or I’ll remove your hands from your body. I’m not her servant, and I’m certainly not going to let you take my friend, now fuck off!”

I then ripped Mykhayla out of his hands and shoved my way through the crowd of people back to our cart and basically ran all the way back to the ship, never letting her go.

“Well he was an interesting character.” Mykhayla smiled when we got back to the ship.

“Yeah, and another half second and I would have killed him.” I hissed.

“I’m sure he was kidding.” She assured.

“He seemed pretty serious to me.” I told her.

“Naw!” She told me.

“Just be careful.” I warned.

“Okay.” She then skipped down the beach a bit, but not out of sight of the ship.

I brought everything onto the ship and started stalking the kitchen again.

“Need any help?” I heard Killer call to me from the door way.

“I think I just about got it all.” I told him.

“Sorry.” He said and entered the kitchen behind me, “I’d have been up here sooner, but Kid needed my help with some stupid gadget of his.”

I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it.” I looked up at him and then down and then up again, “Can I ask you something serious?”

“Of course.” He told me.

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

“What the hell kind of question is that?” He demanded, “Of course I think you’re attractive, if I didn’t, at least to some extent, we wouldn’t be together.”

I shrugged, “Good point.”

“Where’s all this coming from?” He inquired.

I sighed and told him the truth, “When Mykhayla and I were in town today there was this guy who thought she was a princess, and he thought I was her servant. And I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, but I just kinda thought that maybe I’m not as pretty as I would like to think.”

He pulled me into a kiss before I could say anything else, and pulled away before I could fully register what was going on. His mask was back in place.

“Don’t ever think you aren’t pretty.” He told me, “To me you are the most beautiful thing in the world, and more precious than all the treasure man could imagine. So don’t ever think that again.”

I couldn’t even look him in the eye after he said that. It was so sweet, and so much more than I needed to hear.

“You just want me to make more spaghetti, don’t you?”

“That would just be a nice side thing.” He admitted, not meeting my eye.

“Dinner!” I called out, the crew came rushing into the dinning hall for food. I served all of them and got back to the kitchen to eat mine. There were 2 plates of food left on the counter. I walked back out to the dinning room.

“Has anyone not eaten yet?” I asked the crew.

All of them replied with mouths full of food. I went out onto the deck and started calling out.

“Mykhayla! Mykhayla, dinner’s done!” There was no answer, no reply, no cheer, no noise, no anything. Just silence.

I stormed back inside.

“Has anyone seen, Mykhayla!?” I demanded above all the noise.

Everyone got silent, no one said anything. No one even wanted to move.

I sighed, “Where’s, Mykhayla?” I asked again, this time slower.

“I haven’t seen her since she got back from town with you.” Wire chimed in.

“Did anyone see where she went?” I asked and crossed my arms over my chest.

Again the room was quiet.

“I bet she drowned in the ocean.” Kidd spat, “At least she wont be coming back.”

I stalked up to the red head, placed my hand on his shoulder and threw him back so hard a small amount of blood from the back of his head came out when he connected with the floor.

“Where, is, she.” I growled inhumanly.

“I saw this guy in a suit grab her and flee, a few hours ago.” The captain said as a small amount of red started making its way into his right eye.

I growled and grabbed my belt of knives before running out the door. The sound of footsteps followed. Killer, Heat and Wire were all on my heels.

“I’m not letting you go in there alone.” Killer told me as we made our way through the forest.

“What about captain?” I asked.

“He deserved it.”

Mykhayla’s pov.

What the hell am I doing in this ballgown? Why the hell is my hair up like this? Why the hell am I wearing a tiara? Why the hell am I carrying flowers? Who is this person next to me?

One second I was on the beach looking at seashells the next i’m in this giant room, walking down this deep purple carpet towards this white archway decorated with bright, yellow magnolias. The man from before was standing in front of it in a black suit, he was standing with this other guy in white robes. The room had pews like a church, and there were people sitting in them watching me walk down the carpet towards the men.

The dress I was wearing was in a ballgown shape that had a sequence belt and a lace top with medium length sleeves. My bouquet had magnolia and baby breath in it.

“Um, what are we doing here?” I whispered to the guy walking with me.

“You’re getting married, princess.” He whispered back.

“Oh.” I’m getting married? I hope these people aren’t looking forward to this? Since when am I a princess?

“Is there something that displeases you, princess?” He whispers to me.

“No, I’m just a little lost. This is very well planned.” I told him.

“Captain Sarcastic is a very detail oriented man.” He whispered to me, “So something like this is no trouble for him.”

“You don’t say.”

“Do you, princess, take Barry Sarcastic to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The guy in white asked me.

“Wait, you weren’t kidding, your name actually is Sarcastic? Excuse me, but I would like a formal introduction before continuing this ceremony.”

“She says yes.” the Sarcastic guy said in my place.

“Well then,” The guy in white said, “If anyone here has a reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

All of a sudden there was a large explosion heard outside of the doors before they were thrown open. The people sitting and standing nearest to the doors were quickly killed.

Heat, Wire, Killer and Torri were all standing in the room with us attacking and killing every marine that came close to them.

“Aw, you made it to my reception!”

Torri looked confused for a second, “You mean your ceremony?”

“Yes.” I told her, “My ceremony.”

“Mykhayla, do you even want to get married to this dude?” She asked.

“Quite frankly, I don’t even know who he is.” I told her.

“So do you want to come back for dinner, or are you okay here?” She asked.

“Well, I can’t go through with anything without dinner.” I debated.

“Okay, we’re getting you out of here then.” She told me.

“You will never touch my princess again!”

Torri’s pov.

“You will never touch my princess again!” That idiot who was trying to marry Mykhayla yelled.

“She’s not a princess.” I snarled, “We were being stupid and sarcastic earlier when you heard that.”

“Sarcastic?” He asked, “What’s that.”

I just face palmed, he had no idea. And I was not about to try to explain this to him.

“You, you don’t know was sarcasm is?” I asked him.

“I’ve never heard of it.” He told me.

“I don’t have time to explain this to him.” I sighed, “Kill who you can. We’re getting Mykhayla and leaving.”

The men did as I asked as I stalked forward to get my blonde from that marine.

He pulled a gun out of his jacket, “Don’t come any closer.” He said and pointed it at me.

I pulled a knife from my holster and ran at the guy, taking the bullet in my right forearm so it wouldn’t hit any of my allies behind me. I slashed at his throat, blood squirted everywhere and he fell back gasping for breath.

I turned around to check on the boys. They were finishing up there too.

I turned to Mykhayla and extended my hand to her.

“Let’s go back.” I said.

“You just killed my husband on my wedding day.” She accused.

“And the reason I killed him was because he wasn’t good enough for you.” I assured her.

“I can live with that.” She said, “Can we have dinner now?”

“Yes.” I said as she took my hand, “Yes we can.”


What If It Were Real?(Part 6)

The sounds of screams where in the air, blood splattered on the floor boards, and guts were pouring out of half alive victims stomachs.

The Kidd pirates had run into another pirate crew on the second half of the grand line, and like usual the captain wanted to fight. All of them boarded and prepared for battle. But unlike the rest of the time, there was an extra body on the Kidd’s side.

The short haired brunette tossed knives like they were nothing into vital parts of her enemies. She moved with such grace as she ran past those who were still alive and slicing them open like a loaf of bread. Unlike her male counter parts she wasn’t afraid to slice off the enemies masculinity in order to weaken them enough.

She was relentless. Even when the remaining fifteen survivors begged her and her captain for mercy, Captain Kidd nodded for her to finish them all off. And so she did, without any hesitation.

When the last body fell to the floor limply with a thud, the crew went to loot the ship for what it’s worth.

They then sent the ship floating on, on the sea waves to where ever it would like to take it. And they moved on, back to their regular life on the ship.

Torri’s pov.

I watch coldly as the ship floated out further and further. It was odd, I didn’t feel any remorse for killing them either. I actually felt good about it, like I’d done something I’d been deprived of my entire life.

I took a deep breath and held it a moment before exhaling.

I did feel really good.

“sandwiches are done!” I heard Mykhayla sing as she burst open the door heading into the dinning cabin.

“And I made all your favorites!” She giggled as she started handing them out to the crew.

I smiled and crossed my arms as I watched her, ‘She’ll always be this way.’

“Torri, we ran out of turkey breast, so I used ham, chicken, and roast beef. But your favorite cheese and bread is on here, along with mayo, tomato, cucumber, and lots of lettuce!”

“Thank you.”I said to her and took the food she offered me.

“Were we gone that long?” I heard Heat ask the girl as I took a bite.

“No.” Mykhayla said plainly, “It only really takes about one minute and forty five ish seconds for each sandwich, unless it’s grilled cheese, but you can multitask with them.”

Everyone kind of nodded and dropped the subject. It was nice to come back after something like that to something nice like this.

Meanwhile, twenty miles away. . . 

“Captain!” A man about thirty came running up to the captain who sat on deck talking into a mushi, “We’ve just identified a pirate ship heading our way!”

“Then stop it!” He snapped at the poor man.

“That’s the thing sir.” He started, “By the looks of it, someone else already has.”

The captain raised an eyebrow and then spoke into the mushi, “I’ll call you back.”

The captain instantly rose and went to see what his underling was talking about.

“I’ll be damned.” He said in disbelief when he saw a fairly notorious pirate flag still flying high, but there was no one on board that he could see.

“Prepare to board.” The captain called, all around him nodded and ran off to prepare.

When the ship came close enough they drew it in fully and boarded without hesitation. But when they crossed over, all the navy soldiers were appalled, and some where sick at the sight. The captain looked in utter horror. There was no way this was done by a no body crew.


The faint sound of a voice reached his ears as he saw there was one final survivor in this horrific mess.

The captain grabbed the half dead man and held him.

“Who did this too you?” The captain asked.

“I don’t know.” The pirate said, “I know the captain had fire-y red hair, and yellow eyes. There was one with long blonde hair and spinning sythes on his arms. Another breathed fire. And one was in a cloak.”

“The Kidd Pirate crew.” The captain growled, “Those men are some of the cruelest pirates this world has ever seen.”

“They weren’t all men.” He said, the Captain’s head snapped back to the injured man, “There was one who looked boy-ish, but she was the cruelest of them all. Even the captain didn’t immaculate any of the men.”

The Captain looked down on the pirate with utter horror. There was no way that Eustass ‘Captain’ Kidd would ever take a woman on his crew, not unless she could be a threat on some else’s crew to him.

“She must be really powerful.” The captain half laughed to the pirate, but then realization hit him when the pirate didn’t respond. He was dead. The wounds he’d received had been too great for him to withstand any longer.

“Find the Kidd Pirates!” The captain yelled to his underlings.

“Yes sir!” They yelled and went back to their ship to be sick once again.

Torri’s pov.

“Just get what you need.” Kidd snarled at the two of us when we told him we were going to get supplies.

“Don’t worry.” I told him, “We’ll hurry.”

Kidd just rolled his eyes as we turned and walked down to the town.

“Can we get ice cream?” Mykhayla asked as we walked down the path.

“Sure.” I smiled at her.

“Yay!” She said and began to jump up and down.

“Come on.” I told her and rolled my eyes as we pushed on.

“Coming!” She called after me.

We managed to find an ice cream stand easily, Mykhayla got vanilla and I got cookies and cream. We sat on  a bench over looking the sea as we ate them. We figured we should savor them instead of eating and running, besides it was a beautiful day out anyway.

We’d both just finished our cones and were just about ready to go out shopping, when I felt something prick the back of my neck. I felt my eyes grow wide, and wanted to alert Mykhayla to run, but I couldn’t even speak. I felt my eye lids get heavy and I was forced into a drug educed sleep.

–1.5 hours later–

I heard foggy words as I started to wake up. I was brought fully awake by a bucket of water getting dumped on me.

My eyes opened fully and I heard myself gasp because of the cold.

“Bout damn time you woke up pirate.” The marine in front of me growled. He was the one who threw the water on me, the bucket was still in his hands.

All I did was glare at him. He tisked and turned away from me to put the bucket down. I took the opportunity.

I was in a white room, sitting in a metal chair, my wrists bound together with rope, there were two marine officers in the room with me, that included the evil water guy, and I didn’t see Mykhayla.

That meant one of two things; either Mykhayla got away from them and managed to make it back to the ship, or they were holding her in another room.

Either way, I instantly wanted to disembowel them.

“Girlie, we have some questions for you.” The water guy told me, “And you’re going to be nice and answer them for us, and we’ll be nice back. But if you aren’t going to be, we’ll get mean.”

I didn’t respond, I just held his gaze as he said that, unblinking.

“This is gonna be a long day.” The other marine in the room said to himself.

Mykhayla’s pov.

I mumbled a little and rubbed my eyes as I yawned.

“That was a nice nap.” I said to myself.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room I was in.

“Torri?” I called out because I couldn’t see her, “Are you there?”

“Don’t worry.” I heard a strange male voice say, “She’s alright, we just wanted to ask her a few questions.”

“Okay,” I said shifting awkwardly, “When will I possibly be able to see her again? We have things to do and we need to get back or someone will be a mile past pissed at us.”

“That will depend on your friend.” he told me, “If she answers all the questions we have for her it maybe soon, otherwise I suggest you get comfortable.”

I sighed, “I assume we’ll be sitting here a while then.” I told him.

“What gives you that impression?” He asked me.

“She either speaks in English-giberish or not at all.” I told him.

“Then would you like to talk to me for a while?” He asked.

“Anything inparticular?”

“Your affiliation with the Kidd pirates crew.” He said calmly.

“What about it?”

“How do you know the crew?”

“Not very well.”

“I mean, how did you come in contact with the crew?”

“Fluke,” I told him with a shrug, “Kidd wanted Torri, and Torri wouldn’t go without me. So I somehow got suckered into this. But I’m not a pirate, Kidd refuses to call me one of his own. I’m just the sandwich maker.”

“How long have you two been traveling with the Kidd pirates?”

“32 days, 7 hours, 43 minutes, and 25 seconds.”

“You keep track of all that?”

“Yes, yes I do. There’s nothing else for me to do on that ship other than keep time, and make sandwiches, because Kidd won’t let me mop anymore.”

“Is there anything you can tell me about the crew?”

“Their favorite sandwiches.” I told him with a smile, “Oh, and Heat’s shampoo! It’s wonderful!”


I spit out a small amount of blood from the last punch that guy gave me. I still refused to talk, and he was getting absolutely pissed at me.

“I’ll ask this one more time.” He growled at me, “What is your affiliation with the Kidd pirates?”

I just stared at him.

He then gritted his teeth and hit me again.

“You’re being a bitch!” He yelled at me.

I only spat the blood that was in my mouth on his face.

And with that he started pounding me like there was no tomorrow. But I had to smile. He wasn’t getting anywhere with me, and all I had to do to get to him was glare.

His tantrum session was cut short by a third officer entering the room.

The water guy stopped and looked at the new guy.

“Anything out of the blonde?” He asked.

“Nothing useful.” He stated and rubbed his face, “But I can tell you their favorite sandwiches.”

They all sighed.

“Any better luck here?” He asked.

They shook their heads, “She hasn’t spoken a word since she woke up.”

“If they don’t start talking soon we’ll have to escalate to real torture.”

“Maybe we should bring the blonde in here.” One of them suggested, “If we smack her around in front of this one, she might give us answers.”

“You wont get any answers.” I called to them.

“What was that?” The one marine snarled at me.

“I said, you wont get any answers.”

“So, now you decide to talk.” He chuckles, “Is there anything else you would like to say now that your mouth isn’t sealed?”

“Yes.” I said coldly, “You made two mistakes. The first was isolating me from Mykhayla.”

“And how’s that a mistake?” He laughed.

“Because she wont be able to see what I’ll do to you, so I wont have to hold back when killing you.”

“And how are you going to do that?” He laughed.

“That’s your second mistake.” I told him, a smirk pulling at my lips, “You bound my wrists in rope, and not cuffs.”


“Dun dun duhhhh!” I sang while doing the piano gesture.

“What the hell was that for?” The new marine in the room asked me.

“Ever have a feeling something really intense is going on with someone you know?”


“I’m having that right now!”

“I see…”


“And how are you going to undo the knots?” He asked.

“Amatures.” I said and rolled my eyes, “You don’t go for the knots, you go for the rope itself.” I lifted up my arms to show the broken rope on either wrist, “It breaks easier.”

When one of the marines reached for a gun I broke the neck of the guy in front of me and grabbed the knife he had on him.

I then lunged at the next nearest marine and stabbed him right in the heart, he spit up blood and fell limp against me. The last marine had gotten the gun and was firing it at me, but I used the marine that was still on my knife as a human shield. And when he ran out of bullets, I pushed the one off the knife and pounced on the last one bringing the knife down right between the eyes.

I waited a second before pulling the knife out and wiping the blood off on my jeans.

My knife holster was on the table, so I grabbed it and made my way out of the room as I pulled it on.

‘Hard parts over.’ I thought, ‘All that’s left to do is find Mykhayla, and escape. Easy.’


“Dun dun duhhh!” I sang again with the piano gesture.

“Again?” The marine asked me.

“Yup.” I said with a smile on my face.

Just then the door got kicked open and in the door way stood a red stained Torri.

“Oh, Torri! You’re okay!” I was happy when I saw she was alright.

“Yeah.” She said in her regular ‘I don’t care, but don’t mess with me’ voice,”Mykhayla, can you look out the window for about fifteen seconds?”

“Okay!” I picked up my chair and turned around to look out the window to see the blue sky. I heard a muffled thud about five seconds in, and wondered what is was.

“Can I turn around now?” I asked her.

“Yeah, sure.” She said to me.

I picked up my chair and turned around to face her again before taking my seat again.

I saw her wiping the same red substance as before on a clean spot of her jeans and the marine officer that was standing there confused before, on the floor without a head.

“That was fast.” I stated bluntly.

Torri shrugged, “You know I don’t like to wast my kill time on marines.” She told me.

I nodded.

“Let’s get out of here.” She said.

“Okay!” I said started towards the door, only to stop when I felt her hand on my shoulder stopping me.

“We can’t get caught again.” She told me slowly, “Meaning we’re going out that way.” And she pointed to the window.

“I see your point.” I said and nodded, “Let’s go.”

—Two hours later—

“Where the hell have you two been?” Kidd yelled at us as we approached the ship.

“Just shut up.” I told him, “It’s been along day, and I’m currently in no mood to deal with you Captain”

“Then what the fuck happened to your face?” He demanded.

“It’s the newest fashion trend!” I barked back at him, “Look like you’ve been through hell today! Maybe you should try it too, Kidd! I’d be more than happy to help you out with your look!”

And with that I pushed past him to bring all the stuff up into the kitchen.

Mykhayla’s pov.

Kidd watched Torri storm into the ship before turning his attention to me.

“What the hell happened to you two today?” He growled.

“Oh, you know.” I started, “We just had a nice conversation with some marines, no big deal.”

“And what the hell happened to her face?” He demanded.

“No sure.” I said honestly, “We weren’t in the same room.”

“What did they want to know from you guys?”

“Nothing much really.” I said, “But I told them about your guys favorite sandwiches.”

And with that Kidd face palmed and went back into the ship.

–Later that night–

I was sitting at the desk writing the log by candle light. I told about the island, and the slight marine disturbance that Mykhayla and I went through.

Mykhayla was on the bed reading a book, waiting for me to be done in order for us to go to sleep.

There was a knock at the door. Mykhayla got up to answer it.

“Oh hi, Killer.” I heard her say, “What’s up?”

“I got something for, Torri.” He said to her.

“She’s right there.” Mykhayla said to him.

I put the quill down and turned to look at him. He was carrying a tray in one hand.

“I thought you might want some medicine to elevate the pain and stop a possible infection.” He said a little sheepishly.

I smiled at him, “That’s kind of you, thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said, “But just what happened to you today?”

Sighed before replying, “Mykhayla and I got kidnapped by marines, and put in separate interrogation rooms. They wanted to know how we became members of the Kidd pirates and such. I refused to answer and the guy got mad. So he hit me around a bit to see if I would talk. I didn’t.”

“Bastard deserves to die.” I heard Killer mutter, “You shouldn’t hit a girl.”

“I broke his neck.” I told him with a smile, “And I don’t believe in that rule.”

Killer nodded and bit before saying, “I hope you feel better in the morning.”

“Thank you.” I said, “Have a good night.”

“You too.” He said, “If you need anything don’t be afraid to ask.”

I nodded and he turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. I watched him the entire way. And my eyes darted to Mykhayla, whom was behind the door. A childish smile on her face, and hands in the shape of a heart next to it.

I raised an eyebrow at her.


“He’s so crushing one you!” She squealed.

I shook my head, “He’d have done that for anyone in my situation.”

“Suuuuure.” She said with an eye roll, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torri.”

“He would.” I defended, “Killer’s just that kind of guy.”

“I wonder about you sometimes.” She said shaking her head.

“And what pray tell do you wonder about?”

“How you can be so dense when something is so obvious!” She argued.

“What’s obvious?” I asked.

“Killer has a thing for you!” She said in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah,” I said, “And he left it here.” Motioning to the tray of medicine.

Mykhayla face palmed, “I’m just going to stop this conversation so we can go to bed, because I don’t know about you, but I need to sleep.”

I shrugged, “Okay. I’ll be in as soon as I patch myself up.”

I headed into the bathroom with the tray in hand to put on the medicine, and on the way I faintly heard Mykhayla say something along the lines of ‘That girl’, which I just rolled my eyes to.