The work of One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda T_T

Zoro: Suck it up

Me: T_T

Sanji: Be polite to the little lady, Mosshead

Zoro: MAKE me Dartbrow.

Ohhhh… Damn my head hurts…. Where am I?

Our heroine opens her eyes, it's dark out, nearly midnight. The sound of waves makes her look down at her legs which are lying in the surf. Listening closer, the sound of other people can be heard. But they're far away.

"Damn it, do I want to move?" she mumbles to herself. Groaning she stands up on shaky feet. A hand rubs the side of her face as she makes her way over to a grove of trees. Looking through, she can see that there is a clearing on the other side of the grove. There's a group of three people and what looks to be a small dock, with three ships tied up to it.

"Come on you stupid brat!" one of the three shout, the voice is male. The smallest figure appears to get slapped by the speaker. They are heading toward the dock from a small building.

"Let go of me!" Said small figure attempts to struggle away, into the trees in which our heroine still stands. The voice is female.

"Oh Shut UP!" This male voice was different from the first. Raven hair steps out into the dim moonlight of the clearing.

"Hello boys, what are WE up to on this fine dim evening?" her voice is clear, and the smile in her voice is apparent. The two still restrain the small girl but they stop in their tracks. Hands on her hips, our slender heroine doesn't look too menacing to the two burly men.

"And who do you think YOU are?" the first speaker enquires. "We are noble men of the Marines. If you get in our way you can surely join this criminal in her punishment." He squares his shoulders self-importantly.

"Oh really? And What may I ask is the young lady's crime and punishment?" her voice is chipper, polite, and overtly curious. The men get irritated by her, what they think is fake, innocence.

"She is an escaped slave of the Tenryubito, and thus by she must go back. And now that you're here and you are really annoying me, I will offer you to them as well, and hopefully be given recognition and get a promotion!" He made a lunge for our girl, but she dodged and smacked him on the back of the head. He was knocked out cold.

"Hey! Why you! How dare you knock him out!" the second man let go of the girl and made to punch our girl, but she grabbed his fist and pulled his face into her fist. He was also knocked out cold.

"Well, that was silly of them," our raven haired heroine's comment broke the criminal's openmouthed state.

"Who the FUCK are you? Those guys were like Captains or something! They were able to capture ME for crying out loud!" her emerald green eyes shown in the moonlight. The moon had decided to come out from hiding.

"Uh… I'm not really sure who I am…" she rubs her head. "I just know that my head seriously hurts," she gives the girl in front of her a full, beaming, goofy smile. Her hand stays on the back of her head though. "Who are you?"

Small freckles become visible as the smaller girl stutters, "M-Mara, I'm Mara, and I'm not gonna tell you anymore if you're a damned pirate!"

Our heroine tilts her head, "Pirate?" she scratches her head a bit. "That sounds like fun! Mara would you like to join my pirate crew?"

Mara sputters. Her expression shows disbelief. "I just said I wouldn't talk to you if you're a pirate, now you're asking me to join a crew?"

"Well, it's not like I actually have a crew, you'd be my first member and my first mate!" Our heroine beams her 500 watt smile at Mara.

"No! I refuse! I don't even know your name!" Mara shouts at the tall, slender, raven haired girl in front of her, her frustration rising with the girl's innate, stubborn absurdity.

"Uhh… I guess you could call me…. Let's go with Elza! So. Nice to meet ya, First Mate!" the silliness of the statement makes Mara's brain melt.

"Just because I know what to call you doesn't-" Mara's explanation is cut off by the door of the small building being opened.

"What's all the shouting about!" a man's bellowing shout shocks the silence. Mara wants to run.

"I WANT HER TO JOIN MY PIRATE CREW!" Elza shouts.

"YOU'RE A PIRATE? Then come 'ere so I can smash you!" A towering man of about 8 feet tall and 4 feet wide squeezes out of the tiny building.

"Wow, is that like one of those clown cars? How'd a fatty fit in there?" Elza's blatant insult has Mara reeling.

"WHAAAAAAT?!" the man bellows. His face has gone red with fury. Elza's estimation of the man being "fat" couldn't have been further than the truth. He is 300lbs of pure muscle.

"Elza, what are you doing?" Mara hisses from behind Elza.

"Hm?" Elza turns round to look at Mara. In that instant the Marine tries to take a backhanded swing at Elza. She in turn hops up onto his arm, which is about the same size as she is, and she promptly perches up on his shoulder.

"Come on big guy, what are you doing that for?" she asks sweetly.

"What the! How'd you get there?" he tries to grab her, but she quickly flips backwards behind him.

"I walked, how else? Your arm made a perfect path," she says while peeking from behind him. He once again tries to grab her, but she spins around to the other side of him, and stands once again where she started from. Mara has run to the docks looking at the ships.

"Damnit!" He makes to punch Elza, but she dodges and grabs his arm. Defying logic, she pulls him around and flings him into the tiny building. Needless to say there is only a pile of rubbish with a man lying on his back with his legs being held up by a tree. His head lying on a piece of wood like a pillow.

Mara turns around at the racket, and takes in the Marine captain unconscious in the pile of rubble. She takes on the same openmouthed stare as before.

"You tryin to catch flies?" Elza asks, leaning down so her eyes are on the same level as Mara's.

"Uh, duhbuh um…" Mara's still stunned into spluttering.

"Well come on, let's get out of her 'fore they wake up," Elza states while examining the ships.

"Um, okay, uh, well… let's take this one, it's in the best condition," Mara points at a marine ship closest to shore, and she is right. Out of the three docked, two are marine ships and one is a beat-up old Caravel with an angry looking goat for a masthead. "I don't know how to-"

"I like this one!" Elza childishly points at the Caravel.

"Um, please no, the Marines here have deemed it to be haunted… and it really can't sail a lick compared to these two Marine ships, just look they're-"

"No, I really like this one, it has character," Elza says while leaping up onto the masthead.

Almost immediately the ship starts reacting. Ropes, lift and coil like snakes; the sails unfurl and blow fiercely though it is a mild night. Altogether it is quite a scary, ominous sight.

"Hello! What's your name?" Elza asks calmly into the night.

"Um, there's no one-" Mara's statement is cut off by her squeak. The small figure of a boy in yellow appeared, floating just above the deck of the ship, glaring at Elza.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Its shrill cry chilled Mara to the bone, but Elza seemed unfazed.

"Why? What's wrong?" Elza tilts her head with her question.

"You aren't safe here! My last crew died and I won't carry any other crew!" the spirit appears to cry while saying this.

"Really? Why not? Don't you have a dream?" Elza's voice takes on a serious but tender tone. "We need to get away from here, and you seem to be restless. What's keeping you?"

The spirit stops. It seems stunned.

"Um.. I wanted to sail around the grand line with my crew, but now that's not possible…" The little boy sniffs.

"Well. We aren't your old crew, but I would love if you would let us guide you to the other half of your dream. Would you let us?" The spirit looks at Elza, tears shining in its transparency.

"Um…" it hesitates.

"What's your name?" Elza's voice is soft but probing.

"I'm Happy… Happy Sailing…. That's what my old crew named me." The small childlike form starts sobbing.

"Well Happy, come here," Elza holds her arms open wide and Happy flies into them, seemingly tangible. "Come on, let's go sail around the Grand Line! MARA! We have a ship! Come on!" Elza hops off of the masthead onto the deck of the ship and tosses a rope off of the masthead to Mara.

"What HAVE I gotten myself into?" Mara says under her breath, climbing up the rope and onto the masthead. She takes a look at the face as she passes it and could swear that it looks less angry and that there was a tear in each corner of the eyes….