So I've done a lot of fanfiction writing, but I think this is the first I've ever done for One Piece. It's a little skinny, but my hand hurts so it'll have to do. Let me know what you think!


Teddy didn't intend on launching herself off of a bridge going sixty miles an hour. And yet, she had. Life was funny that way.

Teddy didn't intend on waking up in a hospital room with tubes sticking out of her arms and headache pounding a beat that made her want to drive it into a wall. And yet, she had. Life was funny that way.

Life was even funnier when a man in a hat she could have sworn she owned came walking in and picked up a clip board. Teddy stared at him, squinting at the shirt, and his hands. He looked back at her, caught her staring, and scratched something down.

"Are those real?" she asked, eyeing his knuckles.

Blandly, he said, "Why would they be fake?"

Her next question was if she was being punked, but he kept talking before she could get to it.

"What's your name, Miss?"

"Teddy Devereux."

"Birthday?"

"June 6th, I'm 22." It went on like that. Her height, her weight, her godawful strawberry allergy, her appendix and tonsils being gone, and all the bones that she had previously broken. And that gave him room for pause.

"How did you get a compression fracture in five vertebrae?" which was a fair question. The ER doctor hadn't seen it in anyone under the age of ninety before she had limped in at three in the morning.

"I got shit faced and walked off a roof," she moved an arm to show him the rough scars above her wrist. "I've also gotten into a fist fight with a crocodile."

"Sounds like a blast. And how do you feel now?"

"Everything hurts but in that way that you know it hurts but drugs make it not real. What am I on?" she asked, trying to turn her her head to see. She found three different IV bags. Two were clear, one of them was filled with blood.

"Mostly blood loss," he set the chart down and came over to shine a light in her eyes. Teddy cringed but didn't fight it. This guy was definitely a doctor. There was no reason for him to be dressed up like he was. And if she had driven off of a bridge, then she had to be in a hospital. Unless that was also a part of the prank. But no one who know about her love of one piece would go to such great lengths to prank her.

So, what, was she in the world? Was she hallucinating? Maybe it was a coma, or a fever dream. Maybe she had finally lost her mind.

Whatever the reason was, she was too tired to really care. Whatever energy she had woken up with had been drained away by talking to her doctor. She was totally sure if he had left or if he was still in the room when her eyes shut. All she knew was that she needed to rest.

She fell asleep to the beating of her own heart.


Life wasn't funny for Peggy. Life was out to get Peggy. Peggy, who had never harmed a soul in her life, who had never said a mean word to a stranger, who had never cut into a line, who was absolutely lying to herself about all of these good qualities. Peggy who did not deserve to be laying in a canoe, with a tarp over her head while the sun tried to boil her alive.

She stared through the clear bottom of the boat. Down, down, down into the deep black water of what could only be the sea. With sky above, and sea below, and no land to be seen, Peggy was starting to panic.

She had no food, she had one gallon of water, and no oars. She was up a creek. In an ocean. She was going to die, and it was all because of Teddy. Who was probably already dead. Sunk to the bottom of an ocean that Peggy didn't remember driving anywhere near, still in the driver's seat.

Along with their other sisters.

Peggy swallowed thickly and pushed those thoughts away. Far away. This wasn't going to get her anywhere. She'd already spent the whole night drifting, her cuts stinging along her arms and face from the salt.

She lay her face down in the water, already soaked to the bone, and stared out over the waves. Through the clear canoe she could watch where the water stopped and the sea began.

She could watch it, and feel it, and soon she was ready to throw up. She would have, if she hadn't gone a day already without eating. Would she die this way, starving? Growing thin until her body ate itself and she wasted away. Or would she die of dehydration? Get dizzy and fall into a coma that she never woke up from?

Her stomach growled and churned. A whine came from her throat.

Peggy wanted her sisters. She wanted her cat, her sisters, her dad. She wanted her bed, solid land, and home.

What she got was the darkness of unconsciousness.


Will glared harshly at the spot on the dish that just would not leave. She was going to scrub it until it was total gone, or she would die trying. She had been given food and a roof and safety by these people and there was no way in hell she was going to be useless for them. Kind people deserved kindness in turn.

"That's a stain," Jordan told her, peering over her shoulder.

Will glowered. "Mother fricker." She finally set the dish aside and moved on to the next one. Jordan, who happened to be the owner of the bar, snickered at her expense before he moved on to shoo a cat out of the way. Will watched him go, her eyes caught by the posters on the wall. The wanted posters. She recognized everyone in them, and if she was where she thought she was, she was in trouble.

While she was washing dishes she let her mind wander, trying to figure out exaclty what she was going to do. Her sisters wouldn't wait around on an island. They wouldn't stay were they were and there was no way that any of them had died. Their dad had raised them to be stubborn and strong, and as much of a pacifist as Angie it would take more than a car crash and another dimension to keep her down.

So the real question was, how was she going to find them?

The first option she came up with was to become a pirate, make a name for herself and wait for her sisters to see her bounty and come find her.

There were a few problems with that. The biggest one being that pirates weren't stationary, especially the ones with a bounty on their head. There was also the fact that Will, a mule and a lone wolf together, would need to have a crew to be a proper pirate. So that option was pretty much out.

The other option was to wait and hope that they happened across her, but she hadn't the patience for that, and the chances that her sisters would just find the island were slim to none.

So she needed something else. But what? Where would her sisters go if they were in an anime world? Where would they venture?

She knew where Teddy would go. She would hunt down the Straw Hats and befriend Luffy. And Peggy would probably go along for the ride, if they were together. If they were separated… Peggy would probably try and find the red head. Shark? Shank? Something like that. Or Hawkeye. Who was not an archer in this universe.

Angie would go to the hottest place she could probably find, so good money was on Alabasta. Which the Straw Hats would eventually visit, if they hadn't already. That would bring Teddy, Angie, and possibly Peggy together. Kit would go- well, Kit was anyones guess.

So Alabasta.

Will had her goal. Now she had to raise funds to get there.

Which meant work. Will liked working, honest. But she was a massage therapist, not a bus boy. Girl. Woman. Starting her own practice would take too long, and as nice as Jordan was he didn't pay in money so much as in accommodations. Will wasn't the only one sleeping on the attic floor above the bar. There were at least three other employees who had their own cots.

She could only assume that Jordan had a habit of collecting strays that washed up on the beach.


A stray cat on a pirate ship was nothing unexpected. Cats had been used for centuries to counter mice and rats.

A stray girl on a pirate ship was a little more conspicuous.

It wasn't really that much of a surprise, all things considered, that there were so many of the men on deck staring at her. That didn't mean she didn't feel awkward, shivering violently inside of a blanket someone had been kind enough to loan her. Or maybe a was a part of the big top, considering that these pirates were dressed more like circus performers.

Someone much taller than she (which wasn't saying much) came stomping over. And by someone, she meant a clown. With blue hair. And a red nose. Oh, and a pirate hat. That too.

She stared up at him, utterly miserable. She felt like a drowned cat herself, and wondered where Wafer had gone. The furball was a better swimmer than she was.

"Who's this?" he demanded, pointing a gloved finger in her face. "And why is he on my ship?"

One of the boys that had pulled her aboard, who couldn't have been much older than she, straightened up.

"Captain! The sea spit her out into one of the row boats."

"The sea spit her out?!"

She didn't like how he was shouting. He was dressed up like a clown and she was weird one? For being thrown violently out of a vortex of water? That couldn't have been that weird for a pirate who sailed around under the big top. Right?

"Uh. Yeah," the boy nodded. Slowly.

"Then throw her back in," he demanded. Angie stiffened up. No, no, no. She hated the water. She had had enough of it. And with no land in sight she had only one thing to do.

She latched onto the captain's arm.

"Please," her voice was rough from sea water. "I'd like to join your crew."

There was a beat of silence before the clown started laughing at her. He didn't shake her off or throw her over the railing, which was a pleasant surprise. But being laughed at still stung a little. Weren't clowns supposed to be the ones who were laughed at?

"You? Why would I let you join my amazing crew? Do you really think you're strong enough to join the Buggy Pirates?" he demanded, leaning right in towards her face. He was way too close. And the name of the crew had to be wrong. Or some weird coincidence.

She nodded.

"I would like to trav-" she cleared her throat to prevent coughing and tried again, "I would join your crew, the strongest in the world, and help you accumulate treasure."

If it wasn't a coincidence, that should work. If it was, it might still work.

Sure enough, the captain straightened up and she let go of his arm when he brought it to his chin, clearly mulling over her words.

"Well, I guess we do need a new chore boy," he finally said, looking down at her. "What's your name, boy?"

"Angie. And, I'm a girl," she added.

"What?!" he shouted in her face again. "How are you a girl?!"

Angie barely blinked at him. "Because I am," she said simply. Her short hair plastered to her skull must have made it hard to tell. "So, a chore girl. May I dry off before I begin?"

"Ha! Work starts right now!" she was afraid he was going to say that, "And I have a list I've been meaning to give out to someone. Now I have the perfect person!"

Angie hid a sneeze in the red and white stripes of the blanket, or whatever it was. God she hated being cold. Where was a space heater when she needed one?

More importantly, where were her sisters?