Ok, I have re-written the first two chapters and have changed the illness. I was deciding between Dengue Fever, Swine Flu or a mystery disease. And thank you to innes aka idiot for your help and advice on that decision *hugs*.

Ayla's P.O.V.

A couple of days ago I found out I'm sick with a mysterious disease that no one knows about. Even the various doctors I've been to had no clue. So far I've been traveling back and forth from the hospital (I hate those places!) so that tests can be done and now I'm waiting for the rest of the results to come. I would have been diagnosed with just a normal fever or flu (some vomiting, increased body temperature, cough…) if it hadn't been for the purple, splotchy rash that cover's most of my arms and my throat (it's so annoying!). Man I've always hated being sick, it ties with going to school. But enough with that stuff; the other day…well night after I fell ill, I had a dream and every night since then I've been having the not-quite-same-dream; same place different events. I always 'wake up' on the same submarine or ship thing with the same people but they never notice me. I have a strange feeling that this isn't normal; even for an ill person, it all seems… real.

Ayla tucked her diary back in one of her open drawers bedside her and thumped back onto her bed, her head resting on her flat pillow (she hated fluffy ones). Her mum came in for probably the hundredth time that day to check on her.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"The exact same as half an hour ago mum" Ayla answered, stressing the fact that her mother didn't have to come in so often. Sure she was sick but this was just ridiculous. She did need alone time. Her mother sighed and sat down on the bed stroking her daughter's hair all the while. Ayla saw that her mum had a sad look on her face. Whenever she got sick she'd stress out. Ayla tried to give her a reassuring smile, though it didn't work.

"I love you so much pumpkin." Her mother used the same nickname she had called her since she had been a child. Ayla sighed; she hated it when her mum called her that… she was 16 for goodness sake. Just then a wave of sickness washed over her and she grabbed the bucket next to her bed and threw up violently … although there was nothing left to throw up anyway because she couldn't keep anything down. Her mum had brought in some dry crackers and flat lemonade which were supposed to help with her stomach. Ayla lied back down, panting. Her mum took the bucket away to clean it. Ayla stared at the food and drink next to her and slowly closed her eyes. Within minutes she was asleep.

Ayla opened her eyes to see the bright sun… again. She sat up from the place she had ended up this time: in between two barrels sitting on the deck of the submarine, whenever it was under water she woke up in the sub instead. She was instantly better in her dream, no purple rash or temperatures. Ayla looked around, the sub was still at sea like the last time she was here. What she supposed were the crewmembers were all out on the deck soaking up sunlight. They all wore white jumpsuits except for a bear that was wearing an orange one. The bear was talking, as weird as it sounds, to two other members. A man with a hat that said penguin on it and another that had a pink and green cap reminding Ayla of a bubble.
She stood near them listening in to their conversation for a while before getting extremely bored. They were discussing about talking bears. She got up and pretended to kick one of the barrels expecting her foot to go straight through it as usual. The barrels fell over with a loud crash and rolled over the entire place. Ayla jumped. 'What the hell?' her mind screamed 'I thought I wasn't solid' All the people on the ship stared silently at the barrels, confused as to what happened.

"What's going on?" someone said from the entrance to the sub. Ayla looked and saw the person she supposed was in charge… he did wear different clothes after all. He wore a white and black spotted fuzzy hat that reminded her of a beanie, a yellow and black hoodie with a picture of a smiley that was painted on the submarine as well, jeans with spots, and two earrings in each ear. His arms and hands were full of tribal style tattoos.

"Nothing cap'n, just some barrels that fell over." A man answered. One of the barrels rolled towards Ayla.

"I see," the captain replied looking at the mess Ayla had caused. "Fix it up please, we could lose some supplies." Ayla stepped out of the way of the barrel but tripped over something and fell on one of the people.

"Ahhhh!" she screamed as she went down.

"Something fell on me!" the person pushed her off him, a little freaked out. "There's someone on me!"

"Can't be there's no one there."

"Did you hear that?" The bear asked. "I heard a girl… maybe there's a girl bear."

"SHUT UP!" his crew mates yelled at him. The bear bowed his head and apologized. 'What the hell's happening? I thought I wasn't solid… and they couldn't hear me ten minutes ago' Ayla stood up slowly in case she did something again and backed away. She noticed that the man in the hoodie was staring straight at her… though she was sure he couldn't see her. Ayla stopped breathing in case they could hear that too. He stared for a moment longer than turned away. She began to move again, she walked around the hoodie man and entered the submarine. When she was sure she was far enough away and no one was around, she ran and hid in the closest unoccupied room which happened to be the store room.

Law's P.O.V

There was definitely someone on his submarine that he couldn't see; but he could sense the person. Law didn't like it.

"Take them down to the store room." He ordered indicating to the barrels. "Prepare to dive." He walked back inside the submarine thinking. Could the person have eaten a devil fruit resulting them in being invisible? It would be a very useful ability for a stowaway.

*Back to Ayla*

Ayla sat behind a group of barrels trying to figure out how to wake up when she heard footsteps coming her way. The door to the store room opened and she heard people dropping something heavy on the ground; it was probably those barrels from before. The door closed again and she was enveloped in darkness.

When Ayla opened her eyes she was back in her room lying in her bed. She immediately felt a churning in her stomach and grabbed the bucket her mum had brought back after cleaning it last time. Not much came out, just some bile. Her food was still there from before. She ignored it not wanting to eat anything; she would just chuck it up again anyway. Ayla reached into the drawer beside her, her hands latched into the hard cover of her diary. Ayla wrote about what had happened in her dream. It was starting to freak her out.