*One Piece belongs to the genius Oda-senpai, but the OCs and some little plot twists are mine. Enjoy. Oh, and please rate and review~

Note: It might seem obviously irrational that the girl swam 2000 ft/600 m (300 m back and forth) in 15 minutes, but you have to remember that the 400 m dash records are below 50 secs each and the 400 m freestyle swimming record is 3 minutes, so I think 15 minutes is quite rational for someone of her caliber.

*Note again: Chapter 2 has been deleted for a reupdate. I wrote it late at night and had no idea what I was thinking, but the updated version will be quite similar plus, much better. Sorry for the trouble.


There were a total of two headlines that further shocked the world after the Battle of Marineford; that the deceased, Portgas D. Ace had more than a few secrets and two, that the four main Marines who fought in the battle had also resigned.

At the time, neither news disturbed Trafalgar Law very much, yet now, 2 years later, the fact that he still had this very copy of the newspaper disturbed him more than the actual news itself, which wasn't very much anyways. Why he liked to keep news clippings, was also out of his own understanding.

Besides, there was more important news to consider today. Not only has some idiotic, white haired woman intentionally flipped off the Celestial Dragons on the front page news, but the Straw Hats had made an apparent return to Sabaody Archipelago.

Hmm. That could be interesting.

"-Out, shhh, no!"

"Ouch."

"That way. Bring it-"

"Oi! Look!"

Lifting a tousled bedhead up from the papers, Law blinks once, then twice. Huh. Flinging the weekly newspaper aside, the gazette crumpled weakly onto itself by the foot of his bed. Deciding to get dressed, the 26 year old Warlord pulled on a yellow dotted T-shirt over his chiseled olive toned body and a darker blue sweater over that. Stuffing his hands into similarly patterned pockets, Law started out.

Then he halted.

"Oi, oi, oi, what does-"

"Wait, is she the-"

"She's coming back down!

"Hm?" He frowned in response - it's 7 in the morning, what in the world are Bepo and the others doing? The noise was coming down the other end of the hall, a bit too far for him to walk. Law didn't want to miss the commotion. He didn't know why, but today the Warlord was feeling especially sluggish.

"Room." With one word and a transparent dome later, Trafalgar materialized next to the clamor and chaos, which wasn't much of a clamor or chaos anyways; just 5 guys plastered to the windows of the submarine, eyes wide, looking out for something. Trailing their eyes to the top left corner, he sees a certain girl hurtling herself at quite the high speed towards their vehicle, while another burning ship continues to sink past them. This isn't good, Law thought.

"Is that a mermaid attack?" With one hand pointing with his prized sword, he gestures skeptically outside.

"Captain!" With a turn of their head, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi all sighed with relief.

"No, not a mermaid-"

"I'm not sure, actually-" The interruptions grew as each tried to spill the story.

"First she came drowning alongside that ship, but once she saw us, she went back up-" "For air, most likely-" "Now she's coming down and towards us!"

"Should we attack?" Penguin questions, unsure of what to do.

Law narrowed his eyes; the burning ship was farther away than he had first thought, besides they were 1000 ft below sea level, and to be swimming like that without any gear? And it seems that she had already drowned a ship before this. Huh. Nothing else makes the word "threat" go off in his mind as much as this does.

"What's the time lapse between her going up and down?"

"Uhh... around 15 minutes?" Shachi replied, with nods of agreement from the others.

"Okay. Net her."

Peering up at the emerging figure, he could see a mass of white, almost translucent strands swaying from her face, blocking it from his view. Trafalgar raised an eyebrow. If he cut her limbs off, she'll be just like a jellyfish.

Fascinating.

As his interest slowly fades, the rumbling of his stomach grew and their Captain gestured once more before heading off to the kitchen - Trafalgar was craving some milk today. Cold milk. The walk there was brief but uplifting, as the young man stretched with his nodachi along the way. He stopped for a bit when the ship wobbled slightly. Must be them hauling in the kill, Law thought. The door to the fridge opened.

He reached inside, feeling the immediate pleasure of his warm palm meeting the chilled bottle of cold milk, and in one swift move, off popped the cap and down went the liquid bliss, drizzling itself down his throat, engulfing his warm body into pleasurable shivers. Ah. Nothing better than a bottle of cold milk on a crappy morning. Seating himself down onto his very own dark blue chair, Law crossed his right leg over the left, contemplating their arrival at Punk Hazard, or should he say, his arrival at Punk Hazard. They've already agreed to wait on the neighboring island of Zou, while their reclusive captain does his reclusive ethings. He swirled the remaining milk mindlessly, watching as his tattooed fingers elongate themselves against the warped glass bottle.

He brought the drink to his lips again, only to have a rumble of the ship spill whatever remained of his cherished beverage on the grounds. The kitchenware chattered and Law groaned with intense disdain. Great. It's 7:15 am, and he can't even drink some milk? Instead, the battle cries of his comrades in the hatchet room was what seemed to answer him. With a heavy sigh, Law started towards to the newest commotion.

The door was already ajar, seemingly beckoning him in, thus he followed suit, careful to avoid the bigger puddles of sea water gathering across the floors. With one hand tucked neatly into his pocket, the other gripped tightly onto his long nodachi in anticipation.

It didn't take long for his crew to notice their captain's imposing presence, as each of them chirped out their leader's name in triumph.

"We got her!" Jean Bart grunted loudly, his large body covering up the writhing mess of a girl caught beneath him. Motioning the former slave away with a gratified wave of his hand, Law looked down, inspectful and suspicious.

"You guys managed to capture her that easily?" He asks with a frown. They were either extremely lucky with the net or...

"Actually. She climbed into the net."

"Hah?" Law retorted. The figure on the floor heaved and did a double flop, not giving Jean Bart any time to explain, while extracting gasps from both Shachi and Bepo. The figure then coughed, rolling over to expose her redden face from underneath a mop of slick, salty white hair.

White hair? The Warlord narrowed his eyes. If he remembered correctly, she looks awfully a lot like to the girl in the news?

"I-" Lifting up her arms in signs of peace, the girl faltered, but managed to rise from the drenched floor. "I don't want to fight!" She proclaims loudly, the declaration shocking against the pirates' ears. Noticing her clearly for the first time, Law found her orange eyes quite furious. Trancing eyes, they were the type to burn. Oh. Law snickered, letting out an amused smirk.

"Yeah?" He continued, walking forward until the sword at the end of his outstretched arm met the nape of her goosebumped neck. The girl shivered, but not a single flinch.

Law was liking this an awful lot, it made his crappy morning a little bit better. Letting the tip of his tongue peek out from his lips, the Warlord smirked again, this time maliciously, before he attacked. Whip, went the sword, swooshing through the air, yearning for the contact against her skin - but to no avail.

"Room-"

"Busoshoku!" The girl countered, as the haki spread fast, hardening, colouring against her body. Law stopped.

Busoshoku? She knows Haki? Caught off guard, his 'room' disappeared as the rest of the pirates pounced. Staying true to her words, the girl had no will to fight them off, instead, she waited patiently as they chained her around. Ah crap, the intruder thought, they were using Sea Stone cuffs.

"I told you, I don't wanna fight. I'm here to propose a deal."

"Yeah?" Law chuckled again. "Why? Got scared after pissing some Celestial Dragons off?" The Warlord decided to try his luck. Immediately the girl's eyes lit up, as she inched her head towards him in curiosity.

"Oooh what? It's on the papers already?" She looked amused.

"What can I say? A Warlord knows his territory." It seems that Trafalgar Law, was indeed, lucky today.

"But this isn't about Celestial Dragons. Besides, I have no qualms about flipping them off anyday." She started again, this time stronger, despite the parasitic Sea Stone sapping away at what remains of her precious stamina. Her eyes burned bright. Law narrowed his in return.

"I don't do deals." He countered, cold and sharp. The risk factor was too high, besides seeing as how she just sunk a ship right before his eyes, he wanted her off or to be killed right here, right then. But of course, not like he would ever say that out loud.

"And what if this concerned the islands of Zou and Punk Hazard?" She teased with a slight smile. This time, it peaked more than one pair of ears.

"You! Woman, what are you playing at?" Sensing danger, Jean Bart scorned harshly as his grip tightened. With a wince, the girl sighed.

"Gunnel, okay? That's my name. Gunnel. Not woman, not she, not her, not the girl - Gunnel. And I swear on the Mother Sea that my only goal is to hitch a ride to Zou, I swear. I swear I am not an undercover Marine officer, and I have no secret agenda. So deal?" The girl named Gunnel did a weird half frown, half smile thing to complement her speech. Instead, Law laughed, getting up and away from her. The smell of the sea water was starting bear down on him, which was never good. Backing up casually to the doorway, he spoke again.

"I don't do deals." Law repeats, then hesitated. "What do I get out of this?-"

"An Impel Down escapee." It was a quick answer, as if she was waiting for this.

Burning, flaming eyes stared back into those cold, emerald green ones of his, almost as if she was waiting for them to thaw, and they did. It wasn't a hard decision, but not easy either. Instead, it was complicated. He didn't doubt her answer, or her pledge. Instead, she just... bothered him. The way she presented herself; but that too, wasn't in a bad way. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see any signs of dishonesty past her dedicated words. Besides, it was without a doubt that Law could feel the furtive power of this girl surging. After all, if what she said was true, this jellyfish did manage to escape from Impel Down. Impel Down, of all places - hell, that's not something that anyone could do even if they wanted to. And so he wanted her power.

With one last smirk, the captain started away, leaving his crew more than flabberghasted.

"C-Captain!" "Wait! What about her?" "Are you sure?"

"Finish chaining the woman up and bring her to me. She'll be joining us for the next 2 months."

"O-Oi! Chain? Wait! I already swore on the Mother Sea, can you please not cha-" Gunnel started, startled that her plan hadn't worked out quite as well.

"You don't want to be chained? Fine then, I'll cut off your limbs instead, jellyfish. Your choice." Law ordered, without a look backwards, instead completing his departure with a lethargic wave of hand.

"Jelly..." Gunnel coughs lightly, watching his figure disappear, a bit disturbed. "Jellyfish?!"