I don't own One Piece, but I do own my OC!

The first thing I noticed when I began to awake from my slumber was the burning heat on my cheeks. With a tired grumble I flapped my arm around, trying to pull up the covers. However, there were none. I realized this when, in my groggy thrashing, I had managed to piss off a nearby crab. I was snapped awake when the crab in question anchored itself (rather firmly I might add) to my thumb.

"HOLY SHIT MUFFINS!" I screeched as I quickly sat up, frantically waving my hand in the air. When I caught sight of the crab, I tried to slam my hand against the ground, trying to get it to let my now red thumb loose. Thanks to my vicious slamming, when my hand came up after a particularly hard slam, and the poor crab was flung off into the distance. My thumb had a small cut on either side of my manicured nails. Damn crabs. Even if I did (unintentionally) start it first.

With the threat eliminated, I was able to finally assess the situation I had found myself in. There was sand mixed with a variation of seashells all around me. I could see a seemingly endless sea lapping just a few yards away from my dark-blue converse covered feet. I was wearing a pair of denim shorts, with a Legend of Zelda vest on. Using my pale pointer finger, I peeked inside my jacket, to see a Lilo and Stitch tank top. It resembled Stitch's torso. Yep. Definitely dreaming. With a grunt I pick myself off the sandy terrain. I gave a slight scowl as my chocolate brown hair was uncomfortably stuffed down my jacket and into my shirt. I pulled it out, only to give an annoyed growl as the wind whipped the curls around my rounded face. Eventually it settled down so that the tips of the ringlets skimmed my middle-back, with a few locks draped over my shoulders, framing my B-cup breasts. My aqua blue eyes scanned the surroundings. Not far away was a forest at the side of the beach.

"What the fuck?" I mutter under my breath as I am faced with a huge ass forest. The trees seem as tall as a mile. I could hardly see a dozen yards into the forest. The light was almost completely drowned out by the many layers of leaves from the trees above. I adjusted my vest with a small jerk, to shake the sand off it, and brushed off my denim shorts. I placed my hands on my hips and bent my back backwards. After a few satisfying pops, I whip back up to a proper posture, and make a barely noticeable nod of determination. And so, I slowly started my voyage into the forest.

As I progressed, the lighting got better. The trees thinned out, and my walk became somewhat enjoyable. Until, of course, I was almost stepped on. By what you asked? A motherfucking dinosaur. Not just any dinosaur. A flipping T-Rex. We locked eyes, and everything went still. The insects hushed, and even the wind faltered as it seemed to acknowledge the tense atmosphere. Suddenly, it lunged. I ducked just under it jaw as it snapped just where I my upper-body and head was. I bolted under the monster. As I practically flew through between the legs. It suddenly whipped around, it's tail whipped my calves, causing me to go crashing into the patchy grass. My heart beat was thundering in my ears. I forced my now-bruised legs to get up and run. I can practically feel the breath of the killing monstrosity behind me as I run with everything I have. I let out a squeal when I felt the ground slip out from under me. God damn cliffs. As I roughly fell tumbling down the 85 degree angle. As the ground leveled out, I slowed down until I came to a stop. I stood up and spun around in a 360. I gave a heavy sigh of relief followed closely by a groan of pain as I slumped to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

I froze, my legs locked, and my breathing came to a sudden halt. In a slow movement, I turned my head to see behind me. Only to came face to face with a huge ass giant.

"BWAHHHHH!" I howled as I quickly back-tracked in a crab-like manner. My back hit a tree trunk, hitting my head on the rough surface. I doubled over as I held my head in my hands.

"You okay there?"

As I held my pounding skull with my eyes squeezed shut, my fingers in my now-tangled hair, I briefly wondered what that voice was saying. It sounded familiar. As I pieced myself together, my eyes slowly inched open. That voice was speaking again. As my eyes fully opened, I was met with the giant. He had moved closer during my painful episode. He look concerned, but also strangely familiar…

"Hey! Are you listening to me?"

It was then I realized the language this giant spoke. Japanese.

"I can't speak Japanese. If you can't speak English, go away." I yowled unpleasantly at him. Although, as soon as I said that, I realized a few things. First, if he can't understand me, he won't leave, and second, I need help, giving my condition, and don't want him to leave. I could feel the massive bruises that were undeniably forming. I could tell they were gonna be ugly. This (kinda ugly) giant seemed concerned about me, he would probably help me. I give a low groan at being so helpless. I looked down at my shorts, and, like a small child, I stretched my arms up in a 'carry me' gesture. Hopefully, he'd pick me up.

I gave a unhappy grunt as he picked my up by my (rather expensive) vest. He lifted my up to his face, mere feet from his nose. We made eye contact, which was probably just a few seconds, but felt like a few minutes. I suddenly got the urge to do something rather childish. I slowly reached out, and with a decisive poke to his nose, I made a meek noise.

"Boop."

His eyes widened as he stared at me silently. I felt myself quickly grow nervous, could I have offended him?

"GIAGAGAGAGAGAGAAA"he erupted into laughter. I yelped as he started fiercely trembling. I gripped his finger as I made a grave mistake. Looking down. This motherfucker was tall as a skyscraper, or at least in my fear-stricken haze he was.

"STOP MOVING YOU'RE GONNA DROP ME!" I screeched at him. He gave me a confused look through his boisterous laughter. I impatiently pointed downwards. He, still grinning set me down. My legs ached underneath me. I gave a pained moan and I slumped on the soft grass.

And then, and fate would have it, I heard a familiar roar. Without a second thought I jumped to my feet and ran. I didn't know if the giant would protect me, so I ran, not wanting to give it a chance to catch up. As I ran through the bushes and brambles, weaving in and out of trees, I received various cuts from thorns and leaves. And don't forget the leaves (and a few twigs) getting stuck in my long, curly mane. At some point I must have closed my eyes so they would be saved from the leaves. I gave a squeal as I ran full speed into something soft, warm, and...Flexible?