So this story actually been posted in wattpad, and I'm posting her because I think it's a good platform to put my story here as well.so do enjoy the reading, and do comment if you find it entertaining or any parts that need some fixing.

Note that English is not my first language, but I speak in it almost every day.

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"How long am I given to do this?"

"4 months. We will contact you as usual after the date. Keep your eyes on the newspaper," the guy snorted.

His eyes lingered around the curve of the female in front of him. She does not have a perfect glass hour shape, but it is acceptable. Afterall, she is just 18 years old. She will turn to a very fine woman, and only if he is stronger than her, then there is nothing that could stop him from doing anything to her. Heck, he might ask few of his friends to join the 'meal', as he believed they are all eager to taste her.

"I can't promise anything. He is not like any other victims that I had handled. And the rumors about him doesn't helped much in describing him other than ferocious, vicious and cold-hearted bastard. "

And I might die by his hand thanks to you guys, thought the girl silently in her head.

She just stood there, near the port while looking at the crew of her targets. They are laughing and partying like hell, didn't realized the cold stare given by her. The wind is chilling, yet it didn't stop them from shouting and dancing. It was warm during day time, but in this island, once the sun started to set, the cloud started to continuously blow breeze, wiping away all the heat lingered on the island to replace with a cold, breezy night.

But the weather does not bother her at all. She is known as a cold girl for a reason. Well, apart from being no problem withstanding coldness, she is typically a cold-hearted person. Might as cold as the person she is targeting now. But no one knows that she didn't acted like that because she wanted too. She has no choice, otherwise she will be nothing but a ragged doll, being used and abused by those crazy and perverted crew.

Yes, she is part of that crew.

Which she hated so much.

"You guys can leave me now. I will do the rest", the female said after sliding a small strand of her red hair behind her ear.

"And what's your plan to approach them?" asked another guy. He has been constantly yawning, too eager to get back to their rented inn to sleep.

"I figure it out soon", she snorted.

"Actually, we have a good idea on how you can approach them".

She did not realize as one of them approaching her from behind. By the time she sensed something is wrong, it is too late as they had stabbed her with a needle and injected a fluid that caused her body to go limpy and sleepy.

Paralyzer.

She felt weak and fell on her knees, breathing heavily.

"Wh..hat's the meaning of this?" she asked, gritting her teeth trying to act like nothing, which failed miserably.

"Don't blame us, it was the captain's order," he replied.

"You can't get to him just like that. He will ignore you. So captain wanted us to do this", said another guy while he took out a short blade. The other two followed his action.

"Don't worry. We won't do much. We will just give you some cuts and bruises, and as for you, start acting like you are dying, so he can take you their ship. Then the rest, you do what you need to do," widening her eyes upon hearing his answer.

Cursing her captain silently, she felt as one of them tugged and held her up in front of the other two.

She closed her eyes, as she started to feel the pain of getting slashed, cut, punched and kicked. Blood is trickling down her wounds, while she bite her lips to withstand the pain.

If only she could use her devil fruit power, she swear she will freeze their ass up to the ground!

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She felt cold on her back. Too cold. Not that she minded, but at this moment, she really appreciated if she could get some warmth. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The smell of steels and sanitized room invaded her nostrils, causing her to scrunch them up. She could also smell a faint scent of medicine and herbs, her number one enemy.

Slowly she brought her small palm to her head, trying to recall her memories, only to stop half way when she felt a slight pang upon the movement of her right hand. She saw her right hand was fully wrapped up to her elbow, and there is a wire connected to an IV drip and her wrist. Noticing other parts of her body – like her left shoulder, left palm, knees and thigh – are bandaged as well, she thought that it's not a good idea to move around much and waited for her saviour to come and explained about the bandages.

"Ah...so that's what happened," she sighed once she remembered everything. After being brutally slashed and beaten by the crewmates, they released her from the shackle and threw her near to the yellow submarine. Lucky for her 10 minutes afterwards, someone from the ship... no submarine, noticed her bloody figure and started to scream to the others to get jer to their captain.

Knowing she are able to invade their submarine, she let her eyes closed.

And slept.

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Another hour probably had passed, as the female opened her eyes again and blinked for few times to wipe off the bleary mode.

"Hmmm now what should I do. I haven't come up with any plan yet to approach them," she silently thought, rubbing her left palm to give as much as warmth it needed.

Suddenly, the door to the infirmary room opened. She saw a tall, tanned guy with a mushroom hat entered, slightly shocked upon seeing her awaken form. He closed the door and silently walked to the nearby table, reading whatever he had in his hands.

Probably the report on her condition.

"It looks like you didn't have any vital injuries that could lead to death. You have cuts and bruises everywhere, and you need to be bandaged until they heal properly. Other than that, you seem fine. Any question?" he asked.

"No, thank you for saving me. I owe you one," she replied.

"What happened?"

After thinking a moment, "I was running away from a group of pirates. Got caught and beaten to pulp by them," she answered.

He simply nodded.

"You are Trafalgar Law, right? I'm Mirra. Nice to meet you," she introduced herself.

"Not gonna be so nice if you know who I am actually," he smirked, showing his white pearl teeth.

And it won't be nice as well if you know who I am too, she snickered in her head, trying her best not to roll her eyes on him.

"I know you. They called you the Surgeon of Death. The devil, vicious and cold-hearted pirate. You are quite popular, both due to your power and your cocky attitude," Mirra smiled innocently at him.

He looked at her dumbfounded, not sure whether he should take that as a compliment or an insult.

"How long do I need to be here? I don't like the smell of medicines here. Can I go out for fresh air?" she then asked politely.

Well, to be honest, Mirra is not the type to sit in one place and do nothing. She loved to walk around, even if it meant meaningless walk that only wasting her energy.

"You can walk around the sub. If you need help, you can ask from any of my crew," he took off the connected IV drip from her wrist and walked back to the door to leave. Since she got the permission to walk around, Mirra excitedly put your legs on the cold floor and started to stand, only to find herself stumbling and losing balance.

"Woah... How long has I've been sleeping," she looked at his back, waiting for an answer.

"Three days," and he said.

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"Damn, I have been sleeping for three days just from these injuries? How pathetic," Mirra said to herself while slowly walking around the sub. She leaned against the metallic wall as a support to her legs, but her movements are still sloppy and slow, mainly due to the injuries on her knees. She groaned as she remembered a certain raven haired male just left her struggling to walk from the infirmary room, without even bothering to help her a bit.

Aren't he a true gentleman? She sarcastically said.

And in the midst of trotting like a toddler, her stomach started to growl in different tunes, making any whales that she stumbled upon will probably mistaking her stomach as one of their species. But it's another story to be talked at other time, because apart of stumbling all the way down, Mirra didn't know exactly where she should headed off. She didn't know where is the kitchen, and it seemed like not a single souls is around to help and guide her around.

But suddenly, she heard voices coming to her way, making her to thank God above for sending her a life-saver. Happiness washed over her face when two guys, a red headed male with green hat and a shades and another male with a hat written Penguin on it made a presence.

"Hey, you finally awake! I'm Shachi and this is Penguin. We are the crew of the Heart Pirates," greeted the red haired guy, while the guy called Penguin, smiled gently.

"Nice to meet you, miss -"

"Mirra. And nice meeting you two as well," she shook Penguin's hand when he extended it to greet her, followed by Shachi soon after.

" I know this is quite sudden to ask, but I'm hungry. Do you mind giving me some food and water?" She asked.

"Of course not. Captain did say just now that you might be hungry at this moment. So he asked us to get you and lead the way to the kitchen". So she then followed them quietly.

Huh, so he did care after all?

They reached the kitchen within 5 minutes of walking. At there, she saw the captain of the Heart Pirates eating few rice balls. It is lunch hour after all, so the dining table is packed with every crewmates sitting, talking and eating.

Mirra took a seat next to Penguin since it's the only available space while Shachi disappeared to the kitchen to get some curry rice for her. Once the food served, she salivated at it and immediately dig in, only to be disappointed with the not so flavoury taste of the curry. She looked around and noticed that the rest of the crew are eating, but judging from their face, she knew they didn't really enjoy the taste too.

"Sorry if the food does not up to your expectation. None of us here knows how to cook well, except for some people but they're not on cooking duty… and we don't have female crew to help around," Penguin said. To be honest, he also didn't have the appetite to eat much, but nevertheless, he still needed energy, so he forced himself to eat them.

Mirra shrugged at it. "No worries, I have eaten something worse than this. Its not that bad, just need some guidance and teaching, I bet any of you can cook a decent meal," she said.

"You can cook Mirra-chan?" asked Shachi.

"Yeah I can. Do you want me to cook for you guys?" She asked, while chewing the rice.

"If you don't mind" Shachi and Penguin replied together.

"Well, I don't, with one condition", she turned her eyes to the captain of this crew, who is currently sitting in front of them, listening to their conversations.

"I would like to stay in this submarine and travel with you guys. I have no place to go anyways. I just loved to be on the sea, seeking for adventures. If you don't mind letting me stay, I can cook with any of your crew's help, for your daily meals," she said, offering her service to the captain in return for staying.

He judged sceptically, trying to figure out any underlying purpose behind her request, before settling to ask, "can you fight?"

Humming at the response, "I don't think the sword and the daggers that I carried around with me are just some toys, right?" She asked. Mirra knew he knew she could fight and protect herself, as she believed when he saw her for the first time, she had her sword on her hand and few daggers hung around her hips. In this world of piracy and bad things could happen at any time and any where, seeing a woman yielding a sword is not something to take in lightly. As she either possessed the ability to run through the tip to your heart or running a business of selling sword, and the latter is less likely possible to happen.

"Might I reminded you that you got beaten by those pirates you told earlier? How strong are you?" he shot back.

Law didn't like it when she – or anyone, typically - gave him a smartass answer. It sounded like they belittled him and he didn't get those terrifying epithet just for nothing, - he ought to put some stress and whimper to whoever heard his name - and at the right moment, he wanted to stress out that he is in a power and she is in his sub, so she should have been more at his mercy and behave, for the better of her own self.

Swallowing her own saliva, damn, I didn't get beaten to pulp simply because I am weak. I bet you can get your ass kicked if you have been sedated by paralyzer or tranquilizer or whatever it was, she thought silently.

Taking a deep breath, "I was careless. I was a bit drunk when they attacked me, and it was dark when it happened. I thought they were merely the people from the town," she explained. The conversation held between them two is listened tentatively by the rest of the crewmates, all excited to know what will their captain decided. Because if he agreed to her, that means they had the possibility of eating a better food for the next upcoming days, otherwise….

"You sure it's not because you got sedated?" he spoke behind his mug, seeping his coffee.

"Maybe that too".

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"You can stay if I found your cook worthy. And since you are not my crew, I have no obligation to protect you, neither does my crew members," he agreed to her offer. Well, he also getting sick with whatever he is eating in this sub. It started to worry him, as lack of nutrients and energy might affect the whole performance of his crew. He she you can cook well, or at least tasty enough to encourage his crew to eat more.

"It's a deal," she sealed the agreement.