A/N: I have a bunch of little drabbles and outtakes from my One Piece SI Longfic, that I was originally going to add into the original story but thought that I'd put it into a separate fic. This is also crossposted on AO3 (along with all of my other work).

What this outtake is about:

In which Ebony is fed up with men and punches a few people.

Three months I have been in this world and there is no way that I have been able to find to get back home. I've found work in a dingy little bar in one of the seedier parts of Loguetown. Not ideal, but I don't really have a whole lot to work with. There's only so many paintings and works of art that I can sell through the marines and the nobles that have come by. I mean, the interest is there but then they take notice of my state of dress, at least the nobles do and come to the conclusion that I couldn't have possibly created those works! And to stop taking credit for others works!

"One Pink Lady and a Duckfart!"

Seriously, the names of some of these drinks were ridiculous. At least those ones I know how to make, there is a list pinned up behind the counter of drinks that you would only expect in either the world of One Piece or a One Piece themed bar. I mean, would you like to order The Fist or perhaps something more criminal like Silvers is Better? How about the Flaming Flamingo or the Golden Oldie? I'm not even joking, there are so many of these marines and pirate themed cocktails I'm shocked there isn't something like the Revolution Is Near.

"A Pink Lady and a Duckfart coming right up." Looking up at the other barmaid, a girl named Burgandy Bailey. "You okay?"

She looked as though she were about to start crying, "Just stupid pirates. Nothing I can't handle."

"They harassing you again?" She nodded.

Unbelievable. I knew that as a gender we got harassed far more than man, but this was getting ridiculous. I put the glass that I was handling down gently, I didn't want to break something and have it dock my pay. But enough was enough.

Bailey saw exactly what I was about to do. "Ebony don't! I can handle it!"

"You shouldn't have to handle it! You're only fourteen! This has been going on long enough."

Those harassing the female staff of the bar were a group of very stereotypical pirates, grubby and dirty. Smelling of alcohol, amongst other things and screaming profanities at anyone and everyone walking past. I was surprised that no marine had come along and stopped them, but then again they didn't seem to care much for the common folk that they were there to supposedly protect.

"Hello."

The largest of the group turned around, his rotten smile was literal as several teeth were either missing or broken and blackened. His blond hair was greasy and tied back into a ponytail at the back of his head. He reeked of terrible personal hygiene and alcohol.

"Well hello, there darling."

I internally winced. I didn't like cute little pet names like that and the way that he said it made my skin crawl with discomfort.

"Let me get straight to the point, then shall I?"

The man and his crew sat up a little straighter, their posture turning a little threatening.

"I don't appreciate you harassing a fourteen-year-old girl. In fact, I don't appreciate you harassing any women who work in this establishment or any other establishment."

"What are you going to do about it girlie? You're just a tiny little thing!" He and his cronies started laughing. "You probably couldn't hurt a fly?"

"What are you going to do? Wail and cry on us?"

They had a ridiculously low opinion of women as a whole.

"Well I could do that, but you would probably enjoy it. No, what I am going to do is warn you."

"Warn us?" The big ugly blonde brute laughed and promptly spat in my face.

I wiped it off in a large exaggerated motion. "That was not only disgusting and exceedingly rude, but very unhygienic."

"Do you think we care?"

"Not at all. Which is why if my warning doesn't work then I've always got these." I held up my fists.

I'm not actually sure who threw the first punch, but I know for a fact that there were blood and screaming and the sounds of marines arriving. I had the big blond brute in a headlock and a group of his cronies knocked up on the bar floor when Captain Smoker turned up.

"Tashigi! Take these criminals into custody."

As Tashigi and a group of underlings rushed to grab the downed cronies, Smoker turned to me.

"What did you do this for?"

I couldn't help but lose my temper. "WHAT DID I DO THIS FOR? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

I let the blond brute go without a thought as I continued to rant. "I am absolutely sick and tired of these absolute bastards having their way and harassing us women as we try to work! Especially when it's directed at a fourteen-year-old child."

"I know you marines probably don't think much of us, but we're trying to make a living here! And we can't make a living with creeps like this lot staring at our arses and breasts as though they own them! We are people and we deserve respect!"

I hadn't noticed, but the blond brute had come up behind me as I was ranting but Smoker had him in a death grip.

"That's a fair reason. I'll station some more marines around the area. I won't be able to do a whole lot about the harassment, but is there anything else?"

"Sorry. That's been on my mind for a while." I took a deep breath. "Is there anywhere where the girls and guys who work here to get some basic self-defence skills?"

"I give a class on Thursday and Tuesday evenings."

"That would be good, I'll make them all sign up."

"Are you the boss?"

"Not at all, but I believe that regardless of the profession we should all have basic people rights and should all be treated with dignity."

"Have you ever thought about being a marine?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "No, sorry. I'm waiting for someone, to be honest, and then I'll make my decision."

"A pirate?"

"Perhaps."

He laughed, a deep laugh that came straight from his stomach. "See you around then."

He turned and walked off, leaving me confused and with bruised and bloodied knuckles.

Maybe I should invest in some knuckle dusters? Time to go and find Bartolomeo.