DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ONE PIECE OR ANY OF IT'S PROPERTIES. THIS IS MERELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES NOT PROFIT. ALL RIGHTS TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS

Author's Note: I came up with this idea for a story when I was listening to music a couple of days ago. This is after the peak of the Strawhats, and is a story involving at least one of the Strawhats offspring as he (or she) explores a whole new adventure, meets new friends, and makes new enemies. I hope this story is grammatically correct and has little to no spelling mistakes, and most importantly, sticks to the originals charms and laughs of One Piece. Thank you for reading, please R&R!

"You have absolutely no idea how to properly coat the propellor do you ?" The older gray bearded man boringly asked his young subordinate. This was quite a nuisance for his usually lax job. Considering that he was a captain on the rise to becoming a commodore to fill the space left behind by a deceased comrade, he had a sweet gig just ordering around grunts in one of the many Marine shipyards. Unfortunately, this subordinate in particular was surprisingly ignorant of many things that the most green Marine shipwrights were required to know. The subordinate was supposedly gifted, but he showed absolutely no signs of such promise.

"Well I mean I've n-nevered had any real experience dealing with these new Marine ships. I-I've usually worked with dinghies or lifeboats, and it is kinda dark out now," the young subordinate said. His shoulders were slacked as he managed to gasp out what he said, partially because he was tired from having attempted to coat a part of the Caravel, and partly because he was nervous.

"Well, allow me to explain what will happen to the intelligence crew that boards this ship if your coating is lacking even in the sligh-KABOOOM!" The old man suddenly lifted his arms above his head and yelled the last part as loud as he could, extracting a "Wahh!" from the young recruit. "If you mess up even a bit, they all will explode. Fatally."

The subordinate raised a eyebrow and scratched his short black spiky hair, as if pondering something. He still hadn't gotten used to captain's random screams so his thoughts were a bit disrupted.

"Uhh….Captain Steadcroak…I think I would be better suited to just do custodial work and minor maintenance rather than doing something that carries this much responsibility. Besides, I'm the only person that I have to take care of so I think I would be fine just working small for the rest of my life…rather than trying to move up.."

"And you think coating small ships is going to be a way to move up? Please, this is fodder work if I've ever seen it. I'm only here to make sure that screw-ups, such as yourself, keep a good eye on your work until I leave for the Navy base east of here. And I do not have to listen to your petty concerns, Recruit Bucket.

"Um..it's Buckley sir."

"Whatever Buckwheat. Head over to the storage room, get a mop, and clean the floors, since you have such a janitorial related fetish to do so. I'll get someone else to do a basic coating for these ships. I honestly thought you were as good as Gass said bu-DAMNNNNN!….was he wrong." Steadcroak shook his head as he walked away in a swaying motion.

Buckley sighed and began the short walk up the wooden stairs to the storage room down the dimly lit hallway. The shipyard was on the far coast of South Blue on the island Kaze, far away from Grand Line, and since nearly every pirate nowadays was rushing to Grand Line to claim lands and chase dreams, there was minimal interference for the Marines working here. For this reason, and the proximity of Karate Island where a ton of Marine recruits were snapped up, South Blue was considered a great place to keep a shipyard for the Marines. It was also his home. Buckley was about 18 years old now, and since he could no longer make a living eating daily at the soup kitchen and sleeping in day shelters, he decided to join the Marines.

Buckley opened the door to the storage room and pulled out the soggy, moss covered mop, and turned to trek his way back to the outside yard. It seemed Steadcroak hadn't brought out the "expert" yet (not suprising considering how late it was), so he silently got to work swabbing the deck. As he worked, he quietly fumed to himself.

"What a simpleton! I'll get someone else to do a basic coating. As if anyone could learn with your stupid instructions and the foul odor you emit distracting them. Shave that thing off of your chin or wash it old man, it's your ch-"Buckley cut himself off to turn each way to make sure no one was listening."-oice!"

After about 30 more minutes of silently cursing his captain and mopping every inch, he noticed a barrel floating in the water. It was a rather large barrel, maybe big enough to hold two or three people and surprisingly enough it had a makeshift flag fixed on top. The flag had a poorly scrawled jolly roger on it of what appeared to be a face smiling with sword crossbones. It seemed to Buckley as though someone tried to imitate the symbol of the infamous Heart Pirates and added swords. It slowed and washed ashore on the shoreline a couple hundred feet away from the deck. Knowing as soon-to-be maintenance it was his duty to keep the entire shipyard spotless,he headed down to dispose of the garbage. After a short jog he reached the barrel and grabbed it preparing to drag it to the pile where the Marines periodically burned trash.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"shrieked the barrel.

Buckley fell over and stared wide eyed at the barrel. His usually light brown skin tone turned pale as he watched the barrel in fear. It definitely just screamed at him. He looked to either side of his person. He had no firearms, no weapons, nothing to help him defend himself. Even if he did have a weapon, he was sure he wouldn't be able to actually use it. The barrel spoke again.

"I'm on land! I feel it! No more seasickness! Only adventure! Dreams! Puppies and money!" Buckley was sure it was a woman's voice, and he came to the conclusion it was someone that was shoved off to sea to die.

"Um hello?"

"Pupp-eh? Who's out there? Am I in the Grand Line?" The voice from within sounded excited and had a curious tone to it.

Buckley scratched his head. She must have drifted all the way from Grand Line! Surely she was starved. "No ma'am this is South Blue. Are you from the Grand Line? What part? Do you need help?"

"Awwww jeez. Well this ship would've been perfect if I had just put up a sail and some eyeholes…..or maybe water would've came in? Maybe I could just drink it then. Then I wouldn't have to worry about starving! Wahahaha!"

"Uh…you can't just drink sea water like that...and you'd still starve. And you…put yourself in there?"

"What? Well yeah I did duh! Then I was going to sail to the Grand Line and claim everything!" The voice in the barrel sounded determined and slightly too excited at the moment.

Buckley couldn't believe what he just heard. This maniacal woman thought she could drift for hundreds of miles to the Grand Line and simply "conquer it." This was as stupid as Steadcroak.

"Right…..I'd advise that you head to town and see the doctor. I'll let you out now." He pulled on the top of the barrel and was met with some resistance. Apparently the woman was holding onto the top to make sure her lid didn't come off (which was funny to Buckley since her proverbial "lid" did come off). He pulled harder and found that he couldn't pull it off with all his strength. He knocked on the top.

"Let go of the top, I can't get you out of there."

"I'm not holding onto anything. I fried it shut so I wouldn't have to do something stupid like that, stupid."

Buckley felt his face heat up at being called stupid by this stupid woman that stupidly locked herself up in a barrel to stupidly drift to Grand Line to stupidly get killed by stupid pirates.

"YOUR THE STUPID ONE! HOW THE HELL DID YOU PLAN ON GETTING OUT ANYWAY STUPID!" He balled up his fist and yelled at the barrel, angrier than before after he said the words.

"LIKE THIS STUPID!" a loud *shing* was heard as a large sword sliced through from the inside of the barrel, cutting a clean gap, and having such momentum it landed and shook the ground on the shore slightly, making a loud crash and knocking Buckley several yards back off his feet. Buckley's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he marveled at the feat in fear and awe. Considering the barrel was on it's side when the sword came crashing through, it was impressive force on her part to do this incredible damage while laying on her side. The woman got up quickly and looked left and right until she found Buckley laying on the ground. She ran over dragging her massive sword behind her and grabbed his collar. She put a awkward scary grin on her face."

"Who were you calling stupid, stupid?"

"….I…Uh…..I.." He couldn't even get the the words out for fear of being splattered by the sword she had in tow.

"Wahahaha! Your supposed to call me stupid back! That's how friends argue with each other stupid!" She said as she closed her eyes and gave a toothy grin. Buckley looked at her and guessed she was younger than him or around his age and still quite naive based on her previous actions and her thinking someone calling you stupid is "friendly." She had slightly long, dark hair hair that ran down about half of her neck, and was spiky at parts near her face. It slightly covered her ears and she had silver studs in her ears. She was lighter than he was, a peach kind of color, and was slightly under his height, him being about 5'10.

"Umm…yeah (his eyebrow twitched slightly)…stupid….."

"You said I'm in South Blue? Where is that? Can you take me to Grand Line?" She asked him with a fire in her brown eyes, and he could tell she was deadly serious. The worst kind of serious.

"Well first of all you shouldn't just trust strangers ma'am. You don't even know my name ye-" She slammed the sword hard on the ground and gripped his collar tighter while looking him in the eye.

"Name?"

"BUCKET!" He nervously yelled out.

"Bucket? That's a stupid name but ok! Wahahaha! Bucket lead me to the Grand Line!"

"…Wha? Wait no, it's Buckley! Buckley! And I can't just take you to Grand Line! That's the most dangerous sea! And I don't want to die! But I can give you directions! Just don't kill me!"

She just stared at him for about 20 seconds. Then she casually said "I like Bucket more."

"It's Bucket! Bucket!"

"Why are you here Bucket?"

"I'm a Marine-" Buckley froze. This woman was floating in a barrel with a pirate flag. A pirate flag. She had monstrous strength, and she obviously thought she was strong enough to make in Grand Line. She wasn't too stable, and him admitting he was a Marine would end badly. "Umm…" he got out, "I'm a Marine…enemy..because I…dislike them"

"Why do you have on a uniform"

"Uh (truth be told he was hoping she wouldn't be smart enough to notice) well I was…infiltrating them to…destroy them…?"

"Ewww. You destroy people. I don't like people like that."

"I WAS JUST KIDDING! I'm actually a Marine, but I only recently joined to make money for myself that's the only reason so please don't destroy me!" His eye winced as he yelled this all out.

"Your wrong," she smiled. "Your a navigator in my pirate crew now!"

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