Author's Note: Well, here I am with yet another fanfic with loveable OCs, evil villains, and good times in the world of One Piece.

Now, one question - Is this fic part of the In Argo series? Yes and no. Yes, because it takes place at the same time as Sweet Disposition and Party Wagon. No, because this is a fic about the Revolutionary Army, and they've got their own problems to deal with.

Let us begin our fic about the Revolutionary Army. Now, keep in mind that some details about the Revolutionaries in this fic may be disputed by One Piece fans or prove to be incorrect as the manga/anime go on, and it's all because little has been released about the Revolutionaries.

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Ever since I came out as a lesbian to my family, mealtimes have been awkward. Especially dinner time, when the whole, immediate family – including, for some reason, my dad's mistresses – is at home. Well, the whole family except for my two older sisters, Vivian and Valentine. They ran off to join the Revolutionary Army last year, and nobody knows why.

I'm skipping dinner with my family tonight. They are having a dinner party right now attracting wealthy suitors in the hopes of making me stop liking girls. That, and since Vivian and Valentine are now with the Revolutionaries, somebody has to take over the family business.

Fuck all of that. I'm getting out of here and becoming a pirate. Fuck this dinner party, fuck these suitors, and fuck Vivian and Valentine for leaving and not taking any responsibility for their actions.


It's an hour into the dinner party when I decide to leave. I put a pocket knife into the pocket of my jeans and I pack everything I can carry (clothes, personal toiletries, stuff to keep me occupied, etc.) into three bags and silently make my way down the marble stairs carefully, so my footsteps wouldn't echo off of the marble. Laughter drifts into the grand foyer from the dining room and father's study.

"Well, finally you show your face."

Dad enters the room, clad in his best smoking jacket and bow tie. Compared to my eyeglasses, baggy, dark-blue hoodie, black skinny jeans, and comfortable sneakers, dad looks like a Celestial Dragon. I'm too nervous to speak to him right now.

"Mr. Soong, so this is the lovely daughter you've spoken about!"

A man with dirty-blonde hair steps into the room. From where I am standing, he has a katana strapped to his side, the hilt of the sword carved with intricate patterns.

"Carmilla, this is Squaw Tojo, your fiance," My father introduces me to the man standing before me. "I will leave the both of you alone so you can get to know each other."

Before I can object, dad retreats back into his study. I give a sharp glare at Tojo.

"Okay, first thing's first. My name is not 'Carmilla'. It's 'Carmen'. Get it right. Secondly, there is no way in Hell that I am marrying you," I explain. Tojo steps forward, and only stops when he is inches from my face.

"I know you don't want to marry me. Your dad told me that you like girls instead of boys," Tojo explains, his breath reeking of stale caviar and the types of cigarettes you can only get by bribing the Marine soldiers stationed on this island. "Well, maybe that could change."

Tojo steps closer, and I back up until I hit the wall behind me. A split second later, I figure out what he wants to do to me.

"Get away from me!" I hiss. Tojo places his hand on my face and begins to stroke it. With each stroke, I feel myself shudder on the inside.

"I can make you the perfect wife. One who will listen to me and do what is expected of her," Tojo explains as he unzips my hoodie.

"There's a special place in Hell for people like you!" I yell.

"There's also a special place in Hell for disrespectful bitches like you who don't act like proper ladies!" Tojo yells as his hands snake down my abdomen. I sharply knee him in the groin, and before Tojo can further react, I pull my pocket knife out of my pocket.

"Fuck you! Get away from me!" I yell, holding the knife up to Tojo. Tojo smirks.

"I am telling your father. When I get back, you are in serious trouble," Tojo says before he leaves. I pocket my knife, zip up my hoodie, grab my bags, and make a beeline out of the mansion.

I don't care where I end up tonight. I just need to find somewhere safe for the night before I can as soon as I can tomorrow.


I live on the island of Del Rio, the last island in the West Blue before you hit Reverse Mountain. The city is fairly big and wealthy, which means I can find a good hiding spot before I can get the fuck off of this island tomorrow.

Except, everything is either closed right now or looks sketchy.

Fuck.

As I wander down the city streets, past late-night diners and bars, I notice a sign in the distance lit with bright, neon colors. As I step closer to the sign, I notice that it's something welcoming.

Del Rio Hostel

Bunk bed – 15 Beri

Shared room – 20 Beri

Single-residency room – 25 Beri

All pirates, Marines, and Revolutionary Army members welcome

Pirates? Revolutionaries? This place sounds right up my alley.

Before I can stop myself, I run to the hostel and run straight in. Thankfully, the inside looks comforting, with people hanging out at the front tables and a receptionist sitting at the front.

"Welcome to the Del Rio Hostel! What can I do for you this evening?!" The receptionist asks me.

"I need a bed for the night," I answer.

"Just for the night?" The receptionist asks.

"Yeah…" I answer, rubbing the back of my neck in shame. "Something happened at home, and, long story short, I got attacked at my family's dinner party and my fiance almost raped me. So, now I need to get out of here by morning."

"I can arrange for you to leave Del Rio tomorrow. Where would you like to go?" The receptionist asks. I pull out fifteen Beri from my pockets and put it onto the desk.

"I don't know. Anywhere but here," I answer.


I am led to a room with five sets of bunk beds and a table in the center of the room. The room is empty, save for a girl with chin-length, black hair reading a newspaper at the table. She wears an olive green, V-neck, black shorts, black stockings, and black combat boots.

"Here is your room," The receptionist explains. "The bathrooms are down the hall and to your right. If you need anything, just ask."

The receptionist slips out of the room. It is only when she closes the door does the girl look up from her newspaper.

"You're the first person to come into this room," The girl points out as I slide my belongings under the nearest bunk bed and sit down on the bottom bunk.

"It wasn't easy getting here," I answer with a wry smile. "Long story short, my family is really fucking wealthy, and let's just say that they flipped out when I came out as a lesbian. Things happened, and now I'm leaving this place tomorrow to become a pirate."

"A pirate?" The girl asks. "You know, have you ever considered being a member of the Revolutionary Army?"

"The Revolutionaries?" I ask. "My sisters are members."

"What are their names? I think I know them," The girl answers back.

"Vivian and Valentine Soong," I answer, not caring that I'm giving away the fact that I'm Vivian and Valentine's sister.

"I know them, kind of. They're pretty bitchy and catty," The girl answers. "They did mention once or twice that they have a sister. You're Carmilla, right?"

"N-No," I stutter. "It's Carmen. I don't like being called 'Carmilla'."

The girl smiles. I swear, if she drags me back to my house, I am turning her in to the Marines on the basis that she is a member of the Revolutionaries.

"The name's Ramona Westgard. And if it makes you feel better, I am also a lesbian. 'Out and proud', as they say."

I smile.

"I already like you. Make me a Revolutionary Army member already."


Yes, I know the beginning is the cliched dinner party/arranged marriage/running away from home/take your pick trope seen in a lot of One Piece fics. I had no other way to kick start the story. I promised that things will be less cliched from here on out.