Disclaimer: i do not own One piece or any of its characters please don't sue me.
I sat at the docks. The night was cold and bitter, but today i had a plan to get of this trap of an Autumn island. A pirate ship had docked yesterday morning all I had to do was sneak on and stay hidden, if I could I'd try to sneak in with the food cargo that was now being loaded. Glancing at a few of the crates further back and out of the pirates view I made my move. Opening the first lid I shook my head, not enough room i thought to myself hoping i would see a hiding spot soon.
Then it hit me. perhaps if I shuffled round what was in the crates I could make one practically empty I would have room and not worry about braking or throwing something out. Soon I had done my task and slipped in the crate just in time to as only a few minutes later one of the crew came to my crate and shouted at someone on deck.
"Oi commander Thatch, should we put this in the store room or pantry?" there was a snort of disbelief then a voice replied.
"In the pantry of course else it'll be gone before we set sail. I am so glad that pops let me get a lock installed."
Footsteps came in my direction and a grunt escaped the man as I was lifted up and carried aboard the ship heavy footsteps thudding across the swaying deck along with others his steps were further away ' i wish i could see what is going on' I heard a door open and then another be unlocked.
"Oi commander you could have given us the keys you know" the man spoke with laughter.
"No" the commanders voice deadpanned "now out you go, I need to check the talleys before dinner.
'Shit that's not fair, pirates aren't supposed to check' I thought angrily as I wanted to hit something.
I waited and hoped he would leave as I would undoubtedly need a new hiding spot. It seemed that luck was with me the commander had left the room muttering about paperwork, quickly I darted out and looked for a weapon that wasn't my dud flintlock but on this my luck had failed, it also seemed I had nowhere to hide there were no spaces beneath the shelving and no cupboards or closets there were only two places to hide, behind the door that opened into the room or back in the crate.
I looked at the door again. 'Maybe,' I thought to myself 'he left it unlocked'
Rather than trying to open the door I crept and looked at the gap between the archway and door and sure enough... the damn thing was locked. Almost jumping out of my skin in fright as I heard the lock sliding back along with a key turning I darted for the wall and prayed he wouldn't close the door behind him I almost sigh in relief when he doesn't, I wait for him to be distracted enough so that I can make my move. My flintlock might not work but it is surprising what people will do when a barrel is pressed to the back of their skull.
iI make my move as he kneels about to check the crate I was in only minutes before, pressing the barrel onto his neck
"Ah, I wondered when you would make your move" he spoke calmly "I watched as everything in these crates were packed do you really think I wouldn't notice if things were moved or taken?"
As he finished speaking he turned his head up and to the side I take notice of his face he was around mid twenties early thirties, his hair in a pompadour style that was brown in colour yet his trimmed beard was black. He grinned at me but the glare in his eyes made it menacing.
"now what's a cute thing like you doing on a ship like this huh?" I pressed the gun harder into him but he only smirked "please lass, one if you were going to shoot me you would have done so already you're scared of the consequences of attacking a whitebeard pirate" my eyes widened at that remark.
'No way the strongest man in the world i'm on his ship.'
"So you didn't know thats rich" he barked out laughing "my second thought is you've never killed but that look in your eye says you have seen death, so I shall go with option number three and say your weapon isn't functioning."
I stepped back and the commander, of the 4th division Thatch, stood up he closed his eyes as he brushed off his pants leg
"Now why don..." I swung my arm as hard as I could and tried hit his head hoping to at the very least disorient him but it wasn't effective at all he only gave me a look, you know the one parents give to misbehaving children, and grabbed my wrist with one hand.
"That wasn't very nice"
He placed a pressure on my wrist and I dropped my improvised club and it clattered far from my reach. Quickly I grabbed around the wrist that held on to me with both hands and swung myself to try and hit his head again but due to his broad shoulders I missed hitting his collar bone, still it seemed at the time it would've been a good hit with my previous training but my vision began to blacken around the edges and as he let go of me and I began to sway. The last thing I saw as I tumbled face first was a worried look on the Whitebeard commanders face shouting.