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Falling into the sea was not the best way to start your own pirate crew.

Maya had attempted to epically jump off the wolfsong pirates ship, onto the dinghy. She'd missed, and ended up in the sea. Emmy had chucked her a towel.

Unfortunately, she'd left her hair stuff with Lady (Akira had secretly taken her straightners), and couldn't re-do her hair. This was a bad thing. She planned to buy some more in the first harbour she came to.

Maya's hair was red, and had an annoying tendency to 'poof', as Hannah had put it, so she wasn't the most attractive woman in the world when she landed on Mafemme island.

She'd found her way to the market, and had found a decent stall for hair stuff. She found some straighteners (thank god) and went to the stall owner, who was giving her an odd look.

"Erm, hello?" said Maya "Can I have these please?"

The owner laughed, and pointed behind Maya. A few men, armed with swords, were standing behind her.

"Excuse me," said one of the men, "You'll have to come with us."

Maya sighed. "What have I done?"

"You need an escort in public, you know."

"Why?"

Another man chuckled "You're a woman! Learn your place!"

Maya rolled her eyes. "Is that what this is about?"

The first man nodded. "Can you come with us?"

"Oh my- No, I can't."

"Why?"

"I don't want to- Look, mate, are you going to sell me this or not?"

The stall-holder looked stunned. "That-That'll be five hundred beri."

"Bit cheap, ain't it? Oh well, I shouldn't compl-"

Maya's sentence was cut off, as the three men decided to attack her with their swords. Maya stepped out of the way, still holding the straighteners.

"Oops. Sorry about the stall, mate. Three idiots in armour appear to have rammed into it."

The stallholder decided that this must be a Tuesday. He'd always hated Tuesdays.

"Why you little-" started the second man in armour

"Hi." Said Maya.

"I'll kill you!" said the man.

"That's nice. There's a dent in these, can I get a discount?

"Bitch!" He ran at Maya, sword raised.

Maya moved out the way again. "You guys really don't like me."

The first man stood up. "Excuse me, Miss?"

"Leroux. Maya Leroux."

"Right. We're going to have to arrest you."

"Why?"

"Because."

The second man stood up, cornering Maya. "You little bitch."

Maya put the straightners on the side. She sighed.

"I'm not going that easily. Luffy'd kill me."

"Luffy?" The third guard perked up, "As in, straw hat Luffy? You know him?"

"Sort of. Why?"

"What if he comes back to get us?"

The first guard waved his hand. "He won't."

"So," said Maya, "What the hell are you waiting for?"

The three guards looked at each other, nodded, and ran for Maya.

Suddenly, all three of them found their swords blocked by a wooden pole, wielded by Maya. Said pole had a curved blade on one end.

"God, don't hit a girl!" said Maya.

The third guard saw an opening and, after calculating the exact angle, took a swipe at Maya's left arm.

Maya, who was trying to get her weapon, a war scythe, away from the other two men's swords, didn't notice until it was too late. Maya cursed, drawing her scythe away from the swords and driving the point into the third guard's shoulder.

The other two guards instantly shoved him out of the way. The third guard ran down the road, away from Maya.

"Ouch! Swords aren't playthings, you know!" Said Maya, as she stepped out of the way of an attack from the first guard. She hit him on the head with the blunt end of her scythe, knocking him out.

"Well," said the second guard patronisingly, "you managed to hit people. That's bad. You need to go to prison and learn how to not hit people."

"I think you need to learn not to piss off people who can fight."

"Yeah, I think you need to learn that." He raised his sword, smirking. Maya winced. "Oh, don't worry! I'm only going to maim you! Then I can imprison you. Extra money, you see."

"Hey, look over there!"

"Over whe-argh!"

Maya had hit the guard in the face with the straightners.

"Well, that sucked." She turned to the stall owner. "I won't be buying these."

She turned away and walked down the road.

"My hair is such a mess. God, I need a brush."

Maya heard a scoff behind her. She stopped still.

"Sorry if I beat up your friend. Please don't kill me." Maya spoke quickly, gripping her scythe.

"I'm sorry, darling," Maya felt a hand on her shoulder, "Can I just borrow you for a tiiiny bit?"

Maya clenched her teeth. "What do you want with me?"

"I just want to clean your hair up! Oh, by the way, the way you fought those three was FABULOUS!"

"What?" She turned round.

The man behind her wasn't quite an okama, but he did look like he'd made an effort to look feminine. He had medium-length hair, which was, for some reason, blue. He wore a top that Nami would have been happy wearing, that only covered the chest area. Maya could only tell he was male due to his lack of boobs.

He stuck out his hand. "My name's Cabo."

"Maya."

"I know."

Maya drew back her hand. "How?"

"You were looking SO fabulous when those guards were trying to arrest you, guys like that are so unfabulous, I just had to watch! And, DARLING! How do you work that thing?" He waved a hand at Maya's war scythe.

"Practise."

"Mmn." He noticed the gash on Maya's arm. "Darling! We MUST get that cut cleaned up!" He beckoned Maya. "Come to my house. I'll sort out your hair AND your arm."

"I'll be fine."

"Darling, I simply can't stand you looking like that. I'm not going to attack you, look." He raised his hands, to show he didn't have a weapon.

"How do I know you didn't eat a devil fruit?"

"Darling, I would go stand in water, but I'd ruin my shoes."

Maya gave Cabo a 'really?' look.

"What other choice do you have? There ARE stronger guards, you know. Those three are the village idiots."

"Good point."

Cabo grabbed Maya's wrist. "Follow me."

"Follow you wh-ack!" Maya said, as Cabo started running towards his (her?) house, almost dislocating Maya's arm in the process.