"Go left, left I say!"

"That's towards a cliff you moron!"

"What cliff?"

The little dingy Alice and Alex were riding in was heading towards a cliff at rapid speed due to the high winds they were currently battling. Alice, whose navigation skills didn't quite get you anywhere on the water besides nearly killing everyone, grabbed the steering from Alex, who also can't navigate on water, and pointed the dingy towards the cliff.

"Are we dead yet?" sighs a bored tiger.

"Of course not! We are just going to ram through this rock ahead of us so we can get to safety!"

"You're just going to kill us all! Just go dragon already and fly us over Alice!"

"But –"

"Just shut the hell up and do it!"

With the command of the captain the first-mate morphed into a large dragon, a dragon that easily dwarfed the dingy by several hundred feet. The dragon had dark red scales and burnt orange eyes. The coloration symbolized the element Alice controlled, fire. Dragonized Alice grabbed the dingy and flew over the 'rock' and placed the dingy back into the water, while keeping the surprisingly calm crew dry.

"The rock was huge!"

"It's a cliff! Of course it's huge! God, I need a break sometimes…" sighs an agitated Alex who just so happens to be the captain of the dingy. The dingy, Lucky as Bobo the tiger calls it, was stolen off a Marine ship three days ago due to the boredom of the sisters.

Alex is an average size woman about 25 years of age. She loved weaponry and enjoyed blowing things up, especially Marine ships. Alice is slightly taller that her older sister and ate a devil fruit called the ryu-ryu no mi, or dragon devil fruit which is a zoan type as Alice happily claims. Her being bored consisted of robbing Marine ships and convincing her sister to blow them up, which wasn't that hard. They grew up in South Blue on an island that was known for blacksmithing. Both of the women knew how to blacksmith as it was a family tradition.

"You do know that you need to change that shirt right? Its so torn in the back that I'm amazed it still lives."

"But, but, I love this shirt!"

"It's not very flattering"

"Bobo! Nobody asked you!" Alice yelled. She hugged her ragged orange shirt for dear life as she turned red-faced in either anger or embarrassment. Bobo couldn't tell. Bobo was a Siberian white tiger that was slightly perverted, but very protective of his two human friends. They saved him as a young cub, whom was to be sold at an auction house by the Marines. Alice, in a bored mood, found the cub in a cage. She picked the lock with a bobby pin that she found on another crate earlier that had a ruby jeweled dragon on it, which she pocketed. She cradled him in her arms the best she could for a six-year old and ran off the ship to convince her eight-year old sister to blow it up. Now 17 years later, he was a monstrous feline for he stood 5 feet off the ground and had the appetite to go with it.

"So where are we heading anyway?" inquired a curious Alice. She was trying to tie the back of her shirt with no avail.

"To an island."

"What island?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know! How can't you know! I mean we've be sailing and sailing for days and you still have no clue!"

"I can barely keep the dingy from sinking. How do you expect me to know exactly what I am doing?"

"Cause you're older."

"…"

Alice grinned. Alex: 9978. Bobo: 9. Alice: 38640. The numbers are for the amount of times they got the other to be unable to come up with a remark.. Alice simply enjoyed agitating her sister. It was second best to watching a Marine ship blow up. She sat back down and watched the water. 'Here fishy. I'm hungry. Get in my belly!'

"Get some sleep girls I'll steer."

"But tigers don't have thumbs. How are you going to steer?" asked a confused Alice.

"Alas, my tail will grab the wheel."

"So that's why we get to islands in the morning at times!"

"It took you that long to realize that?" scoffed Alex.

"…"

"That's right, add another to my wins."

"Dang you!"

"Get some sleep!"

"Fine…" sighed the girls in unison. They might as well please Bobo for Bobo knows best. It's sad when the tiger can sail better than they can.

Bobo watched the girls finally fall asleep. His tail was steering the wheel towards an island. How can the tiger know where to go in this deserted ocean? Why he watches the seagulls of course! That and he smells meat cooking.

He looks at Alex. Her white cap with the Marine symbol removed was covering her eyes. She wore a light blue bikini with an orange jacket tied in the front with the sleeves rolled up the elbows. Her legs stretched out showed how long her shorts truly were, mid-calf. She wore knee high black boots with a 2-inch heel. This made her stand easily at 5'9". She had a gun holster on her right side for her precious gun that also converted to a sword at the will of her mind. She designed it at the age of 10 to shoot compressed air instead of bullets. Her golden hair taken down from its high ponytail and just splayed everywhere. Her bangs didn't cover her eyes, which were a nice sky blue. He grimaced at the scar she bore from a fight that stretched across her left shoulder to her right hip. His attention turned to Alice who just kicked him in her sleep for reasons unknown. Maybe a dream, but then again it is Alice we are talking about. She had her shoulder length caramel hair pushed backed so you could see the scar she had run from her left eyebrow and going diagonally to her right nostril. Her burnt orange eyes reminded Bobo of her dragon form when she chose to actually use fire that she controlled. Her torn orange shirt barley hung on for it was one more strand to go and she was topless, expect for her orange bra of course. Her jean capri's looked fairly new considering they bought them on the last island they went to. Her black jacket draped over her torso like a blanket. She took off her black combat boots because 'we are at sea what is the worst that can happen?' A sweat drop formed at Bobo's forehead at this memory. Alice was a ditz, but a strong and loyal ditz. Alex was serious and she had to be for she was captain, as Alice claimed, but she was actually just a quiet person who preferred to watch things around her. They both are nice to him so he didn't care about their flaws that much. That is until it nearly kills him. Again.

He starred across the sea towards the docks. The moon was still high and the stars were out looking down upon the small crew who were one day going to find One Piece. He managed to get the dingy to the docks without harming it. He tied up the boat and curled up for the night at the girl's feet. 'I wonder what this island will bring us.'