What If It Were Real?(Part 29)

“Just, do this.” Mykhayla told me.

“But I can-”

“No!” She snapped, “I will not have you cutting your finger off by mistake.”

I huffed, but knowing she was right turned back to the bowls of seasoned flour and eggs next to a giant tray of cut up chicken.

I was back in the kitchen at least. But with my left eye out of commission for the next little bit my hand eye co-ordination and depth perception was even worse than it had been before.

I heard a different cut from the pattern I was used to hearing and a small gasp.

“And you said you didn’t want me cutting off my finger.” I challenge.

“Go back to breading your chicken.” She grumbled.


“Are you sure you’re alright with this?” I asked for, maybe the hundredth time.

Killer looked like he had just rolled his eyes to the highest heavens, before turning and squaring up to me.

“Yes.” He told me, “I have an injured arm, it’s not the end of the world. You need your practice.”

He gestured to a tree he set up a target against.

We had docked on this island while everyone was recovering. I don’t really know who did it, or why this island of them all, but it was without dangers and we needed this break badly.

“Alright.” I sighed.

I fumbled for a moment trying to find two knives in their scabbards. After that I focused on the targets before me. Composing myself and allowing myself to breathe normally as I assessed the distance and everything else.

Holding the blade firmly I  sent it going straight. Or, at least, I thought I did.

My knife wound up going about six or so feet to the left of the target, embedding itself into the dirt.

I blinked at it. How the…?

I heard Killer sigh from behind me.

“You’re trying to compensate for your loss of sight in the one eye by throwing it more to the left than you normally would. Don’t do that.” Killer scolded, “Throw it straight like you normally would for right now, see how off you are. Then, when you understand your handicap, compensate for it then.”

I folded in on myself slightly at his words, he was right.

I nodded my head and went to grab the knife that missed before starting again.

This was going to be a longer and more arduous process to relearn how to throw these knives without an eye, than it was to have learned it in the first place.


I layed down my five cards only to have them spill off of the crate we were playing on.

“That’s the third time, Torri. Are you sure you aren’t trying to cheat us?” Wire teased.

I glared at him harshly as I cleaned up my cards and layed them back on the crate.

“Do you not think if I could see properly I would?” I snarled, “I don’t like being handicapped anymore than anyone else.”

“Girl still has her spark.” Heat smirked at me.

“It takes a lot more than this to keep me down.” I spat.

“Are you sure, cause you were knocked out for 10 days!” Mykhayla grinned as she walked by, mopping as she went.

I glared at her in turn, “I got back up, didn’t I?”

“Eh.” She shrugged, “You’re still working on it.”

I rose to my feet, “I’ll show you, ‘working on it’.” I growled and lunged at her.

“Catch me if you can!” She laughed, turning into a cat and jumping away.

I noticed I wasn’t that far off from where she had been standing before. I was starting to get better.

I started after her. The sandy cat running, trying to pull away from me.


The golden sun was sinking on the horizon staining the glimmering ocean various shades of orange. The sky was beginning to turn from yellow, to a dark blue, with a lovely pink streak intersecting them. Silver stars were already visible on the dark blue patch giving a lovely contrast to the giant, golden sun.

“Special delivery.” I heard from behind me.

Mykhayla and I were sitting on the railing of the ship enjoying that view. We turned around and saw Killer standing there holding a tray with three mugs of piping hot chocolate on it.

I smiled at him. He was always so sweet.

“Thank you.” I said softly as I accepted a mug from the tray he offered to me.

“Aw, thanks doll!” Mykhayla beamed as she accepted a drink from him too.

“You mind if I join you?” He asked.

“You’re always welcome.” I told him, motioning to sit beside me on the railing.

He took his mug and slid in next to me.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

I shrugged and blew on the hot substance, “Healing. I’m more frustrated than anything else. But I know everything will be okay in time.”

He nodded, “Just don’t push yourself until you feel 100. Okay?”

I nodded.

“Keeping this one in the books.” I heard Mykhayla mutter to herself.

I turned to look at her, seeing her writing something down in a little note book.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

“Umm.” She hesitated, “I’m gathering inspiration!”

“And why are you gathering inspiration from our conversation?” Killer probed.

“I wanna try my hand at romance no-vels.” She grinned.

“How about. No, vel?” I grinned back at her.

“I guess I’m not good at grammar.” She sighed.

“That has nothing to do with grammar.” I told her.

“But grammar’s important.” She challenged.

“Yes, yes it is.” I told her, “It stops you from looking like a complete idiot.”

“Hey, Mykhayla!”

I turned and saw a lower crew man approach us, I had seen him around before but I never really talked to him outside of meals.

“Jones! My man!” She exclaimed.

They then started a very serious and complicated hand shake that lasted about a minute.

“Some party.” He grinned at her.

“Only the best.” She ginned back.

And then he walked away, leaving the three of us alone.

I was so confused.

“When did you two get so close?” Killer asked before I had a chance to.

“You know, I get around.”

I half glared at her, and was about to tell her not to talk about herself like that, when I was cut off.

A blood curdling scream erupted from below deck.

 

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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.

What If It Were Real?(Part 17)

“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.