I do not own One Piece
Have you ever just had one of those days? You're late for work, you lose your keys your cat runs away and then you get sucked up into dimension that shouldn't even exist? Today was indeed, one of those days.
The sun shone brightly through the greying clouds only for a split second but it was enough to wake me up. For a while all I did was stare at the sky making pictures from the clouds as I did as a child. That's when I noticed something that I probably should have done earlier. 'Where's the ceiling?'
I realise now that maybe I should have panicked more but at the time there was nothing going on in my head. As I slowly got up I found the ground was synthetic and moving, or rocking to be more precise. That's right about where I fell on my ass, luckily on something quite soft.
"The fuck" the said soft thing shouted angrily, sitting up abruptly and pushing me to one side. "That was most unpleasant." He said in a much calmer voice.
"Sorry" I replied, not really feeling sorry at all, but rather staring at the horrifyingly deep waters that were surrounding us. I felt like I was missing something important. "How did we get here Con-Con"
"You hit your head... pretty hard actually. Our plane crashed, we lost the others, and if I told you anything else, you wouldn't believe me."
I thought this over; the most important thing to think about at the moment was getting out of the situation. Just where were we exactly? The ocean that was obvious enough, we were flying from England to Australia, that's all I knew, we could be anywhere in between the two, Geography was never...
"Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a-"
"Connor shut up"
"Dream"
I glared at the teen that was sat on the orange life boat in a relaxed position. His messy black hair covering his face, dampened with salt water as he tried to blow it out his eyes. I probably looked a right state, raking my fingers through my knotted dirty blond hair I realised I'd most likely have to get it cut short when we got out of this mess, if we got out of this at all that is. I sighed now wasn't the time to be getting depressed. I scowled; as I looked back over to my baby cosine, a dopey grin plastered onto his face, didn't he know the situation we were in? There was just one thing after another with this kid.
Oh well he'll figure it out come tea time when there's nothing to eat. I frowned out at the crystal blue water, we better hope to either find land or a ship soon, we wouldn't last long without food or water, it didn't take a genius to figure that out.
That's when an idea hit me.
"Con-con, do you still have your phone?" he stared at me for a second in thought, putting one finger up as a signal to wait and started Rummaging through his trouser pockets, his back pockets, coat pockets. Took off his life jacket and searched again. I could have sworn he did that on purpose. After about two minutes of rummaging around he finally brought a large dinosaur of a phone, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers.
First we tried the obvious thing, call 999, but were met with an unsatisfying message.
"You are outside your designated area"
"Well that helped us a lot" Connor sighed as I grabbed the phone and started scrolling through the contact list. The buttons were stiff from old age and the water that no doubt seeped in at some point, but still it didn't take me long to get through the list.
"Three contacts, you have three contacts" I yelled pressing the buttons with more force than necessary "ones Dominoes and the other two are your parents."
The boy just glared at me, his brown eyes determined not to lose the staring contest that lasted for the best part of half a minute before he broke the silence, distracting me from our little game.
"You know that might be a good thing; we do live in a time where pizza gets to our house before the police"
"Were in the middle of the ocean, and we don't have a signal anyway."
"Never mind, it's not like we could call anyone, I'm out of credit"
"You're such a douche"
At this point I was beyond annoyed, and wanted nothing more than to ring his over sensitive neck, and probably would have if it hadn't been for the fact that we would have been capsized, and I didn't fancy getting a soak in what would have been icy water.
What was left of my patience broke when he started to hum that damn song again, my mind unwantedly singing along. 'Row, row, row, your – damn him!' by the satisfied smirk that he had on his face I could guess that he was doing it on purpose, just trying to get a rise out of me. It was in his nature to become bored easily, he needed entertainment all the time and often managed to get through video game like most people got through films, but that was just the way he was.
I prepared to lunge armed with an ore, when Connor's eyes widened with what appeared to be fear, not at me but behind me. I turned to see what he was looking at in curiosity, slowly turning only to lose my balance when something hard knocked the back of my legs and I fell into the below freezing water, life jacket pulling me back to the surface.
"You basted" I spluttered.
"You were thinking the same thing, don't try denying it" he said in between bursts of laughter. Dipping the ore into the water to pull me out, I gave it a quick yank and pulled the fucker in with me, whacking him feebly with the ore. I tried to scramble back into the boat but the life jacket was ironically making it difficult.
"Need a hand" A soaked Connor grinned at me laying in the boat with his hands behind his head.
"Screw. You."
"Suit yourself" He half grinned half glared.
After about half an hour of trying to clamber in, I finally succeeded Connor was completely ignoring me now, as if my whole struggle was completly boring after ten minutes, and it probably was, unless it was a video game Connor became bored of things quite quickly. That wasn't enough to make me forgive him though. I tried to will his head to explode by using my mind, or at least be able to glare a hole into the back of his head, but after a few moments of me trying, and him ignoring me I gave up, getting into a comfier position.
I cleared my mind and began to focus on what I wanted to happen, since I believe that if you think about something for long and hard enough it will happen. I don't know how long I was sat there but I do know what I was thinking. It went something on the lines of 'A boat will come along... a boat will come along... a boat will come along... what I wouldn't give for a cheeseburger right now... no focus, a boat will come along.
"Tasha, what on Earth is you doing?"
"I'm thinking" I snapped, trying to focus and failing miserably "we will be found by a boat"
"Well, you look constipated"
"Would you be quiet" I whispered harshly.
It seemed to work for now, and I went back to my mundane thoughts. After a long while I was too bored to think about boats and too hungry to think about cheeseburgers.
"What I wouldn't do for a cheeseburger right now" Connor mumbled as if reading my mind.
"I hate you." I glared "of all the people to get stuck in the middle of the ocean with..."
"You make it sound like I planned this" He shrugged his shoulders and smiled grimly. He had a point though, I was just being a bitch at that moment but I didn't care at the time, besides he forgave me for it, I hope.
There was a long and awkward silence, with just the sounds of the sea keeping us company. It felt rather peaceful. I allowed myself to smile and feel the breeze on my face. Maybe things wouldn't be that bad if we didn't panic. I closed my eyes tightly trying to push out those unwanted thoughts of uncertainty, that things wouldn't be ok. Of course they probably weren't but thoughts weren't going to help anyone.
"I spy-"
"You spy what, this boat, me, you, the sea and a couple of sea gulls" I groaned laying back into the boat, and placing my hands behind my head.
"I was gonna say a ship"
"Really?" I looked around quickly to see a blob in the distance "holey shit it worked" I lost my glasses in the crash it would seem; I could only make out the general shape and colour as I blinked my eyes a few times trying to make it out better.
"It's a pirate ship" Connor stared bemusedly as it got closer "couldn't of you ask the law of attraction more specifically?"
"I suggest we row away, if they get any closer they'll spot us"
"Really Tasha, they've probably already seen us, our dinghy's bright orange"
"Didn't stop Naruto"
"No Tasha. Just no" He said suddenly serious for the first time all morning, or afternoon, I couldn't really tell, all I knew was that it was noon when the sun was at its highest, but it was covered in a thick layer of cloud anyway.
I grinned sheepishly for a second before looking at the oncoming ship; I could already tell it was quite large even if I couldn't tell any of its distinguishing features, but if Con-con said that it was a pirate ship, I believed him, I mean why would he send us in the opposite direction of any other ship. We needed any help that we could get.
"I think we really should row for our lives" I sighed "this is really just our luck isn't it, Con-con, our plane crashes and then were attacked by pirates" I started to sob dramatically while I could practically feel him role his eyes behind me as he put a hand on my shoulder, patting it in sarcastic comfort "Were all gonna die..."
"It could be worse"
"Oh do tell. Please explain to me how this could possibly be any worse? Go on"
"We could be devil fruit users..." he gave me an exaggerated grin,
"..."
"Point taken"
"Just row Connor. Just. Row" for a whole ten minutes we were able to co-operate, and steer in a general direction away from the ship in silence, our survival being more important than our personal grudges. Even with our efforts, the ship was gaining on us or maybe I was just being paranoid, as always.
"Row, row, row your boat" Connor all but yelled
"I will turn this boat around"
"Oh yes, let's go towards the pirates ship. I must say after falling off the boat taking a mid day swim, that's got to be the best idea you've had all afternoon"
That shut me up.
He was always happy about getting the last word in. I can't blame him for that I mean who doesn't like to win. Still, I'm a sore loser.