Hey guys, have been made aware that the previous copy of this chapter was hard to read due to confusion over whose pov it was, hope this improves things. As always let me know how I can improve as this is my first ever fanfiction.
The Bud
It was approaching nightfall when they spotted an island ahead. The yellow submarine had surfaced in preparation for docking at Spire Island, its jolly rodger gleaming wickedly, with DEATH written on its side.
As usual certain inhabitants were itching to explore it, as soon as the sub has surfaced, the submarine's door banged open as an excitable polar bear rushed out `SNOWWWWWWWW!' jumping up in the air, so he could feel the snow dissolve on contact with his nose.
Pounding footsteps were heard running towards the door as pair of hatted individuals tried to squeeze themselves through the door at the same time. One had a hat with Penguin scrawled across its top with the other being blue and red. Sprawling out on the floor, they hopped up and glared at each other pressing their foreheads against each other. Before both turning at once towards their bear friend, "Oi Bepo, I made it through the door first right?"
The bear looked blissfully ignorant, cocking his head to the side, you could almost see a large question mark bouncing above his head.
"Pay attention!" The pair both shouted.
Immediately the bear's head dropped "Sorry."
A chuckle emerged, "Still no luck? Looks like you'll be paying for your own meals this time." This new figure had a flash of platinum hair tied underneath a blue headband, with his boiler suit half done tied around his waist with a white tank top, streaked with oil and grease. He continued to say "Whose bright idea was it to leave the bear in charge of surfacing? Do we know if there's any marines stationed near by?"
At that the hatted pair paled and pointed at the other- "Oi Kai, it was Bepo's fault he rubbed his sweat on us again!"
"Puru puru puru" Kai reached in and plucked the handset off the den den mushi on the wall hearing its gatcha we spoke, "Heya Captain, guess you want to speak to these idiots? Before passing the handset to the paling idiots, upon seeing their faces through the den den, a sigh emerged.
"Shachi-ya, Penguin-ya, do you know whether there are any marine bases on this island?" Somehow their faces paled further, "Er…no Captain"
"And how many marine bases have been on the recent islands?"
"None Captain" Realisation dawned on their faces, "Sorry Captain". At that the den den smirked, "Luckily for us there isn't one on this island, however it seems they have no need due to vigilante justice. Now I heard something about a bet…as punishment the pair of you will be paying for the crews meals until the log pose sets, and this will happen every time you surface the sub without permission." Their shoulders slumped, as they muttered "Yes, Captain."
Behind them Bepo, was happily ignoring his crewmates pain, spinning around still in the snow. Hearing the Captain, he shouted "Captain there's snow!" Chuckling the den den smiled, and said "Nearly there, Bepo". As this was said their Captain finally arrived to join them on deck.
Trafalgar Law, Captain of the Heart Pirates with a bounty of 133 million Beri, emerged in his yellow and blue hoodie, holding his nodachi over his shoulder.
"Shachi-ya, Penguin-ya tell the rest of the crew to prepare to dock and of the meal arrangement."
The Woman POV
Walking down the main street, to her house she could hear the whispers as she was passing by. There were pirates in town, and apparently big ones. Like it mattered, they all thought they were big pirates. It wasn't until she caught a flash of yellow between two buildings that she took notice. A yellow submarine was placed in one of the larger docks, its jolly rodger displaced on the side. It was them, the Heart Pirates and the Surgeon of Death. According to reports he had eaten the Ope Ope no Mi, and was a renowned sadist but then again that was the newspapers. Seems like she was a lucky, a possible candidate had come her way and one of the Eleven Supernova no less.
Rushing back to her house, the woman quickly changed into a long black cloak that shrouded her form. A silver moon broach fastened it at her neck with long brown leather gloves on her hands.
The woman smirked as she saw the Heart Pirates walk by the alley, their faces reflected behind them displaying their wanted posters like they were runway models. Hiding in the shadows, her shoulders shaking in silent laughter at some unknown thought. This was her chance, if the rumours were true it was time to meet another Dark Doctor. Jumping up onto the rooftop in a single leap, she silently trailed the pirates, making sure to keep downwind of the bear.
A few hours later...
Loud music blared out of the bar, which the pirates had finally settled in. They'd been from establishment to establishment throughout the night, and ended up in a strip club that she knew offered other services to those that paid well. As time went on their Captain, had looked increasingly exasperated and she knew this would be her chance to attract his attention.
Slipping in through the back door, the hood of her cloak was drawn up as she pushed through drunk patrons trying to access the bathrooms. Emerging into the main room of the club, the regulars gave her a wide birth, its staff flashing her grins as she walked by to a corner. Leaning back against the wall, she relaxed letting her senses roam across the room. Eyes upon the stage, she saw several of the pirates clambering over each other to be close to a petite yet busty girl on stage. `Typical, but that's kind of what I needed.'
Her blue-grey eyes found him in another corner, eyes already scanning her cloaked figure. She knew from experience that he wouldn't be able to tell her gender or build from the cloak that covered her form. Looked like she wouldn't have to wait to enact her plan, focusing on one of the waitresses walking by in skimpy outfits she raised a gloved hand to attract her attention.
Catching her eye, I made eye contact and could feel my pupils pulse, I ordered a scotch whiskey and sent it his way. I could see her confusion has her eyes dilated and repeated my order. Before she slinked away to prepare it.
Law POV
"Excuse me, Sir?" My eyes finally left the cloaked figure in the corner, to find the same waitress they'd waved over she placed down her serving tray and placed a glass in front of me.
"What's the meaning of this?" I had made it perfectly clear to all the staff that I didn't appreciate any of their attention, it should go to my men. Couldn't they understand basic instructions?... She didn't answer quickly.
"Sorry sir, is this not your order?" The woman looked confused and was displaying classic signs of a concussion, she looked unsteady on her feet, the delay in answering questions it was only then that I noticed the size of her pupils, they engorged until almost completely blocking out her iris. The lighting wouldn't have adjusted it that much. Over her shoulder, I saw the cloaked figures hood dip, its shoulders shaking send the tumbles of fabric rippling, as it laughed. Their hand gestured raising a glass.
"Of course, thank you for your service." At that the skimpily clad woman smiled, her pupils returned to normal and she looked confused once again before she remembered where she was and went on to collect orders.
Raising my hand to the glass, I swirled its contents allowing its smell to waft up- scotch whiskey- a favourite of mine, yet I'd only drunk it in the first bar we'd visited. So either this figure had been following us, or they were trying to impress me with an expensive drink my bets were on the former.
Talking quietly, "Bepo, please check this glass for anything that could have been added." Even as I was saying this, the figures cloaked started rippling again, seems I was an amusing watch tonight the thought was not a pleasant one.
"Clean Captain, I can't smell anything." Once again the cloaked figure raised its hand imitating holding a glass. I got the distinct impression that they knew what was going on, despite the loud music and the stage of women in between us. A challenge had been issued, and as much as logic dictated that I probably shouldn't accept, I was the surgeon of Death I could handle one sip.
Taking a small sip, I waited five minutes allowing any potential affects to make themselves known. All the while the cloaked figures hood looked at the girls on stage and monitored the progress of my glass with frequent looks, urging me to drink up.
The time had passed and it was becoming increasingly obvious that if there was anything in the glass then it wasn't strong and my system was obviously suited to fighting against drugs or there was nothing in it.
The figure was talking to another skimpily clad woman that looked eager to spend time with them. A regular then, or someone with renown in this area. Testing a theory I looked at the figure out on the corner of my eye, being careful to shield my mouth from view asked "Cloak-ya, is this your drink?" Once again the cloak rippled as the hood swayed back and forth, and raised its hand to point at me. It was clear, it was mine.
"Sorry Captain, I don't know what you mean" As Bepo asked, the stripper grabbed the outstretched arm of the cloaked figure pulling it to one of the back rooms. The hood swivelled in my direction and I caught a flash of its eyes. The hood nodded to the back rooms and looked back, clearly someone was trying very hard to attract my attention.
"Just testing a theory, Bepo. Stay here, mind the crew, I won't be long."
Slipping from the table before the bear could answer, my eyes scanned the rest of the room to see if anyone else was following. If this was an ambush they hadn't moved yet, but I had brought Kikoku just in case.
Coming to the hallway, I pushed through the curtain to see the stripper pushed back against the wall. Her neck was outstretched upwards, her hands pinned above her head with a single gloved hand. The hood was pressed against the stripper's neck, the woman mewling underneath in pleasure and pain. Pulling away, the hood looked at the woman once before pulling away from the woman completely, the woman stayed in her position almost as if she didn't notice she could move again. Blood ran in two parallel lines slowly beading down her neck.
Directing its attention to me, the figure drawled "Trafalgar Law, thanks for joining us." The cloaks hood was pulled down to reveal dark brown hair, and gleaming blue-grey eyes. But the most startling of all was not the beauty of the woman, or her shockingly pale skin, but the blood that ran down her chin. Against all odds, only one word came to mind- Vampire.