Not Mine!

Please go easy on me…this is my first time writing about something that's NOT YGO.

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It's peaceful today…

A few puffy white clouds in the sky…nothing but endless ocean all around. And yet where am I? Inside the cabin, making sure the ship was in tip top shape; as usual…I don't want anything less of my baby.

Oh? You're asking about me?

I'm the shipwright to this vessel…this ship is my creation…through my sweat, toil and effort, this ship came into be…like a mother toiling for her baby, and I treat her as such.

If only my crew would act the same way…

I peered out of the large one way mirror screen to look at my crew, doing what they do best…lounging around like the lazy witches they are…

We are a team of seven, including myself. First off is my first mate, Ichira Umiriko, although in her own deluded mind she thinks she's the captain. At first glance, her deep, shoulder length blood red hair, pitch black eyes, slightly lanky build, and slight tan might tell you that she's from somewhere exotic, like the rich islands of the Grand Line, but let me tell you now: she's from somewhere much, much wetter. If you take a glance at her pointed ears and the blue gem in her forehead, you'll know she's not human.

Neither are her triplet sisters.

Nira, the Navigator, even though she looked like Ichira, her hair was pitch black, and it reached down to her waist. Her eyes had a deep, menacing gleam in them, and she was pale, very pale.

Sanira, the Chef, is my favorite of the triplets, because she never seems to stop smiling. Like her sisters, she had the same pitch black eyes, same lanky build, and same height. The only difference is that her hair was blonde, short, reaching just below her chin, and she had a normal skin tone: neither tanned nor pale.

Ichira was looking out to sea, while Sanira was chattering loudly into her sister's ear. Nira was simply taking a seat on a nearby barrel, which Kimeru was using as a pillow.

Kimeru Junkai, as the quartermaster, seems to spend almost every minute I see her with some type of weapon in her hands…either training with it, polishing it or (in the case of her beloved 'Rip Claw Blade' custom-made sword) sleeping with it on her lap. This case, it was a mixture of the last two…seeing as though there was a rag in her hand, and the beautiful segmented sword was unsheathed. Her long, blonde hair was tied back in a braid with a simple string, letting long thin locks stray in front of her face as they danced every time she exhaled.

Then, Raimei burst from the trapdoor leading to the lower deck, waking up Kimeru with a jolt, almost cutting her hand on her own blade. Her amber brown eyes snapped from her sword, to Raimei. "What's wrong?"

Now, Raimei is someone I can trust the most, which is ironic because the first time I met her, she was trying to steal my ship from me. But that story, I'll leave for another time…

"We're running low on wood!" She cried, her thick, mane-like white hair flying everywhere in the breeze. "We have to dock somewhere."

Raimei Basu is in charge of my ship's engine. 'What engine?' You ask? You see…unlike most other ships, my vessel runs on a very new form of energy…steam. Some ships already have that, but I doubt they can move as fast as my baby.

And besides…the sails would only slow my ship down…I could use the space the mast would fill for other things…like weapons.

You can tell by now, can't you? …my ship is unlike any other. My ship is the only one of its kind…one that could even take down the navy's treasured Buster Calls.

Hey, that's the reason why my baby is worth ten million Beri to them…the only ship with a bounty…

I'm so proud of you…

Just then, someone opened the trapdoor inside the cabin, which leads to one of the bedrooms. Then Imari poked her head out of the opening. "Whassgoin' on?" She asked groggily.

"Nothing Imari, go back to sleep." I said curtly, motioning for her to shut the trapdoor.

She obeyed with a yawn. If you were wondering, Imari is our doctor…or as she puts it, 'Herbalist'. She repeatedly tells us that the methods of making medicine 'contaminate' the herb's healing value and therefore uses them directly. It works for most of the injuries the crew sustains. She is very light prone, so she only comes out of the ship at night…and sleeps during the day. Kimeru and Sanira would call her 'Owl-Imari' because of that.

I looked away from the one way mirror window to look into a small, real mirror. Even though it was dim inside the cabin, I could see my shoulder length chocolate brown hair in the light that was filtering in from the window, my own dark blue eye staring back at me, my monocle catching a glare of light.

If you were asking about me, my name is Shinatsu Kamiko. And this is my ship, The Nanatsu Niji.

Our journey…?

You may think we are another pirate crew, but nay, we are not.

We're after something more than treasure…more than Gol D. Roger's fabled One Piece…his fortune means nothing to most of my crew…

What we seek is a rarity of such prowess, it was considered myth…until now.

A rare flower, which at the time it blooms, should someone pluck it, it shall grant a wish to the beholder for every petal that has bloomed…the elusive Daia no Rosu…

The Diamond Rose.

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Well, those are my Oc's…hope you're gonna enjoy the story so far…I made this as a way to block out the clogging in my brain from all my YGO stories…with help from an OP loving friend of mine.

First 'One Piece' Story ever! Go easy on me!