For those of you who have read my other story, thank you for giving this one a try. For those of you who have yet to witness my genius, have fun with my new story. One of my favorite characters. I really can't decide which is my favorite character in One Piece. I like them all I guess. Here's chapter one of my new story. I do not own One Piece.
I bobbed up and down on a broken piece of wood running a fever and my side stung. I had a massive gash in my side and the burn on my back stung more every time the rough waves came down on it. Another salty wave crashed on my back and I breathed in through my teeth. It hurt like fucking hell. "I am going to make sure they pay for this, I'll kill them all." I thought. Though I didn't know if I would last to get my revenge. I clenched my fists on the broken piece of ship that I was clinging on to. Tears slipped down my face. I had never been so humiliated in my life and now my everything was gone. The baby sister, the only thing I had left of my mother and father. I remembered that day clearly. That day my sister and I were bought as slaves to the Celestial Dragons.
"Why did you bring me a human infant? It's useless!" the Celestial Dragon said. I couldn't look up. I was so scared. The sound of my baby sister crying snapped me back to what was happening. I looked at my helpless baby sister. She was in a basket with a tiny neck ring around her neck. She looked so helpless, all she could do was cry. I was being held down on all fours. They had taken my shirt off so that the mark of the Celestial Dragons would be burned onto my back. The thought of how painful it would be scared me. But the thought of what the Celestial Dragon would do to a "useless slave" scared me more. "I am sorry sir, the man at the desk said you had bought it. I promise, I'll bring-" a man with glasses didn't have time to finish the rest of his sentence. He was shot in the head by the Celestial Dragon. "You're a worthless human, and you dare to make excuses." The Celestial Dragon pointed the gun at helpless little baby, my baby sister. He lifted the gun and shot the poor baby girl. Blood stained the basket and dripped everywhere.
My eyes felt hot, tears poured out of my eyes like waterfalls, and my gut burned with anger. So much anger that I forgot all about my fear and screamed at the Celestial Dragon. "You monster, how could you? She was just a baby. You monster, you monster, you monster. Rot in hell, you bastard!" I felt a sharp pain at my cheek. The monster had put all of his strength into that kick. "You dare to talk to me like that you lowly human? And a slave at that. I'll show you what happens to the people who speak against the worlds creators." The Celestial Dragon pulled out the hot iron that was shaped into the paw of a dragon out of the furnace sized fire place. The metal glowed white hot and steam rose from this alone. Even though it hadn't touched a thing yet it sizzled. The men holding me down raised my arms outward so that my back would be an easy target. I heard the sizzling metal come closer. I didn't even need to look at it. The heat alone scared me. I struggled, trying to pull my arms away. One of the guards pounded my head and made me feel dizzy.
My eyes opened wide and I screamed at the top of my lungs when the hot iron paw reached my back. My skin melted underneath it and the liquid skin made the iron sizzle more. Black smoke rose from my back in large amounts and hot blood poured down my back and soaked my pants. I heard the Celestial Dragon laugh at my helplessness. Despite the excruciating pain I bent my head in shame and cried the most tears than I had ever cried. I couldn't protect the little sister I held so dear and now I was about to become nothing more than a doll to this monster. The five minutes the Celestial Dragon held the hot iron at my back felt like an eternity. I lost my energy to even stand on all fours. I just fell forward and heard the Celestial Dragon laugh louder at my state. My grief turned into rage.
I pushed myself up to my feet and turned to glare at the Celestial Dragon. He stopped laughing and put on a shocked expression. It was like the thought never crossed his mind that some one would look him in the eye, let alone glare at him with the look of vengeful demon. I ran towards the monster that killed my sister, only my rage giving me energy, and tackled him before he could pull out the gun he used to kill my baby sister. He fell backward into the fireplace, immediately catching fire. The men around me were petrified. I grabbed the hot iron maker that the Celestial Dragon dropped and pressed the hot iron to his face. I dropped that and grabbed the large metal mallet that lay on the floor next to me. I lifted it high into the air. I brought it down and it landed on top of the Celestial Dragons head. Landed on wasn't even the word, more like crushed. The blood splattered on my face and my naked chest. The blood was hot and dripped down every portion of my body. The men behind me ran to kill me with saber swords in the air. I dove to their legs and tripped them, sending them flying to the direction of their former employer. All of them gave a blood curling scream when they caught fire.
I ran to the blood pouring basket that held my sisters body. I couldn't leave her there. Not in that hell. I rapped her in the blanket she was lay ed on top of, making sure to cover her entire body. I ran up the stairs and out to the docks where we were dropped off. I found a large dinghy being unloaded. I didn't pay any mind to what it was unloading. I ran to the man in the dinghy and pushed him into the water. I quickly set the sails and the wind pushed me off into the choppy waters. A storm hit me not long after I left and a lighting bolt split the small boat in half. One of the pieces of wood sliced my side open. As if I hadn't lost enough blood. I clinged onto my sisters corpse as I fell into the freezing water. I only held the fabric covering my sisters body and the fabric undid itself. My sisters body was sent to the ocean floor in this hell. I cried and lunged onto a piece of wood. I held on for dear life. Just as the storm suddenly started, it stopped. The seas were quiet again, and lonely. I sobbed and pulled the wet, blood stained fabric to my face. I slipped it open and tied it around my chest to keep my breasts from showing.
That all led to where I was now. Stuck in the middle of the Grand Line wounded and alone. I sobbed more and fell asleep. I didn't care if I died. I just wanted to see my sister again.
Down below the waters surface, a submarine was waiting for the current of the water to calm to resurface. In the submarine, was a dark skinned man. Not black, but a dark tan. Dark shadows were placed under his eyes and black side burns in front of his ears. He had an equally black goatee on his chin. On his ears were small hoop earrings pierced into the lobes. He had jet black hair hidden under his white northern styled spotted fuzzy hat. The spots on his hat resembled the spots on his pants, but the spots were a lighter shade of black. He also wore a yellow hoodie with black sleeves. The sleeves rolled up to his elbows The man had an unusually long sword leaning on his shoulder. The hilt above his head. He was slouching against a wall in a sitting position. A man wearing a tan jumpsuit and a hat that read "Penguin" came up to him. "Law, the waters are calm now so I think we should resurface. Bepo is going crazy from heat and sweating like a pig." the man said. The dark skinned man, Law, opened his eye lids to reveal his storm gray eyes. He peeked over at the man. "Alright, lets resurface. I'm getting a little hot myself. Set the controls to resurface, Penguin." said Law. The man, Penguin looked happy. "Yes captain." he said and turned to run for the control room. Law could have sworn his crew mate said something under his breath but didn't care. He grunted and pushed himself up with the wall and the strength of his legs.
Law felt the submarine lurch upward and heard the metal of the sub groan and screech. This wasn't a bad thing. It was just a simple reaction of the metal being released from major water pressure. One of his crew mates shouted to him from the room that held the radars. "Captain, there's something above us." the new man said. He wore the same jumpsuit but his hat was a blue and orange beanie. "Is it dangerous? How big is it?" Law asked. He didn't look too concerned. "It doesn't appear to be, and it looks pretty small. About the size of a person. It's on the surface of the water." the man with the beanie said. "Continue with resurfacing then. We'll see what it is when we get outside." Law said, closing his eyes. He made his way to the heavy steel door that led to the deck of the submarine.
He passed a hallway to his left and heard weird screams. It wasn't a blood curling scream, just a scream of irritation and slight discomfort. Law looked down the hallway and saw his first mate. A white polar bear with big black eyes. He wore an orange jumpsuit instead of the tan ones the other crew mates wore. But like the rest of the suits, it had a miniature jolly roger of the Heart Pirates stitched where the heart would be. The polar bear himself had wet fur full of soaked up sweat. "Don't worry Bepo, we'll be at the surface in a few minutes." Law said. The bear looked up with a now calm expression. "Oh, okay." Bepo said in a high but low tone. Bepo ran to the door that led outside to wait for the sub to resurface. Law smiled and followed his sweaty first mate to the heavy steel door.
After a couple of minutes, the sub floated above water. Bepo quickly unlocked the tightly sealed door and swung it open. From what Bepo could tell when he looked around, it was near night fall. The sky was a dim orange giving into the black of night.
Law reached the door and saw Bepo was looking to the right of where the submarine was facing. "What is it, Bepo?" Law asked. He walked to the side of his first mate and followed the bears line of sight. He saw a black lump on top of a large piece of broken wood. One side of the broken wood looked darker than the other and it didn't look like the shade of the lump was causing this. Law barked a few orders to his crew down below in the control room. Giving them directions and the speed to travel at. When they reached the lump on the piece of wood, they stopped. Law took a closer look.
It was a girl. About seventeen or eighteen with short black hair that reached to her jaw line and the hair in the back was shorter, short enough to spike it. She had relatively pale skin. The blood all over contrasted with the pale skin, which led to Law noticing a large dragon paw shaped burn on her back. Over half of the paw was covered by a blood stained blanket tied around her body to cover her breasts. The piece of wood she was clinging on to was stained with so much blood the entire left half was crimson. Her face was splattered with dry blood and so did her chest.
"Bepo, get Penguin and Scratch and tell them to bring the stretcher with them. Tell the others to get ready for surgery!" Law said. He didn't have concern but his voice was strict. Bepo nodded and ran down below. Law dropped his sword, leaped over the railing of the deck, and held on to the bottom of one of the poles perpendicular to the sub. With his other hand he reached out to the girl. He was careful not to agitate the burn on her back when he grabbed the blanket tied around her. He clenched his fist around the fabric and pulled the girl out of the water. When she was out of the water, he saw a big gash in her left side and a prosthetic leg. Steel from what he could tell. He heard a sharp breath for air escape her mouth. She was alive, but barely. Law had trouble yanking himself and the girl onto the deck of his sub. Bepo ran out and saw his captain hanging on the poles of the railing. He ran over and pulled his captain back onto the deck. Then came Penguin and the blue and orange beanie man, Scratch, with a stretcher in their hands.
They spread the stretcher on the floor, carefully picked up the water and blood dripping girl, and softly placed her on top of the stretcher. When her burned back hit the foreign fabric, her teeth clenched and she breathed in hard. She was unconscious, so her body acted on pain by instinct. The two men carried her below deck to the surgery room. Law walked calmly below deck and Bepo grabbed his captains sword and followed.
Penguin and Scratch place the occupied stretcher on a table with wheels. It was used to place the occupied stretcher on it and move the occupant to the operation table. Just as they were supposed to, the men carefully moved the girl to the operation table. Even with all of their caution, waves of pain flew through the girls body. Deep breaths through her teeth followed each wave of pain her body felt. The men quickly placed the girl on the operation table. They tried to keep her pain at a minimum. Law entered the operation room with a white apron and white rubber gloves that went to his elbows. Penguin grabbed the oxygen mask that lay on the head of the operation table and placed it on the girls mouth. Scratch grabbed the small table that held the tray filled with scalpels, surgeon scissors, and other surgery tools. Bepo leaned the sword in to far corner of the room and grabbed the basic first aid supplies. Such as rubbing alcohol, ointment, hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, gauze, bandages, and skin stapler, all packed in a big red box.
Law pulled the bright light above him and pointed it at the gash in the girls side. The burn could wait until later. This was a more life threatening wound. Law grabbed a large cotton ball and poured rubbing alcohol on it. He cleaned the wound thoroughly telling his men to start sanitizing a needle and lots of thread. When he was done cleaning the gash, he grabbed the newly sanitized needle that Scratch held for his captain. Ready with a long piece of thread in the tiny loop in the end. Law began stitching the gash closed. Penguin held a towel on top of the parts that Law had yet to get to to stop as much bleeding as he could. Luckily, no organs were damaged when whatever cut her open did what it did, so that made Laws job easier.
The girl breathed through her clenched teeth sharply with every action of the surgery Bepo grabbed a face cloth and wet it with cold water. He rubbed the girls head with the cool piece of cloth, wiping away the dry blood and sweat all over her face. Bepo told the other men around him, all wearing jump suits and hats, to get a clean blanket from the closet. The men did as they were told. Law finished the stitching and looked at the blood stained cloth tied around the girls chest. He took the scissors from the tray and snipped the cloth through the gap between her breasts. The fabric came open and Law carefully flipped the girl over. He discarded the dirty fabric into the trash can that was used for dirty rubber gloves. Law took out another cotton ball and repeated the process he did before. He cleaned the wound thoroughly and rubbed a large amount of ointment on the whole burn. Bepo had readied the gauze and the large, thin piece of cotton that would protect the burn and sewn gash from bacteria.
Law carefully flipped the girl back over and pushed her into a sitting position. Bepo held her up carefully while Law rapped the gauze around her body. The gauze had to cover her entire torso and back. Which meant that there would be no need for a shirt. The gauze covered the girls breasts, the burn on her back, and the sewn gash in her side. The men came back with a blanket and a new stretcher. Penguin and Scratch knew where to take the treated girl. They spread out the new stretcher on the same table and carefully moved the girl to it. The other men draped the blanket over her to keep her warm. Then Penguin and Scratch brought the girl to the empty room next to the captains office. Law shed off the apron and threw the rubber gloves in the same basket where the dirty fabric was. He headed to his office to prepare some disinfectant.
I felt woozy and my stomach empty. I heard voices all around me but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The voices were to distorted. All I could tell was that all of them were men. God, I hoped they weren't marines. I didn't have the strength to open my eyes, but I knew I was somewhere bright. I felt a blanket over me. It was warm even though it felt thin. Like a hospital bed. Then I felt a cold liquid being rubbed on the inside of my elbow. It smelt like alcohol. The a sudden sharp pain in the exact same place. It didn't hurt enough to make me breath in hard or leap forward. Just a sharp pain that could be dealt with. I felt a cold liquid enter my blood stream. I felt the cold liquid run though my body for a while until it heated to my temperature. I felt the needle that had invaded my body leave and a soft object was put in its place. It was taped on so that no blood from the vein below the puncture could escape. I opened my eyes only a little. My vision was blurred. All I could make out was a dark skinned man with jet black hair. My vision was too blurred to make out any details. I fell back into a deep slumber. I was to tiered to care right now.
When I came to again, I had the energy to moan and push myself up. I had a major head ache and my ears felt plugged. I opened my eyes and looked around. The room was darker than what was surely a couple of hours ago. The walls were metal and lined with shelves of medical equipment. Even jars of organs in what was probably stationary liquid. A liquid used to keep organic objects from rotting. This scared the shit out of me. Then I looked to my left and saw a giant polar bear in an orange jumpsuit sitting in a chair next to me. I swore my heart skipped a beat when the bear suddenly came into my line of sight. I stayed quiet, scared of the thought that it might attack me if I made any noise at all. It just stared at me with big black eyes. It got up, walking on its hind legs, went to the door, and exited the room.
I let out a large breath of air that I had apparently been holding. I must have held my breath when I saw the polar bear. "Why is a polar bear wearing a jumpsuit? Why would any bear be wearing clothes? How can a bear walk like a human? If I'm dreaming, wake me up now! Please!" I thought. The organs in jars was bad enough, but a giant polar bear was about the scariest thing I had ever seen. I had heard stories back home that hikers were torn apart by mountain bears when you got close to one. And the females are the scariest of all. I heard the metal around me groan and saw there was a window to my right. I looked outside and saw I was in a submarine, probably about two-thousand feet below sea level. Well that was fucking great. I was stuck in a strangers submarine two-thousand feet below sea level, stuck with a giant fucking bear. A fucking bear. What rotten luck.
I was about to start cussing out loud when the door opened again. I saw three new men come in along with the bear. From their expressions when they saw me, I figured out I was still wide eyed. Two of the men were wearing hats and tan jumpsuits. Not like the orange jumpsuit the bear was wearing. One had a hat that read "Penguin" and the other had a blue and orange beanie. The third man was , what I swore, the man I saw all blurred from what must have been a couple of hours ago before I passed out. Like I guessed earlier, this man had very tan skin and black hair. But this time I could make out the details. The man had storm gray eyes that could cut right through you. His hair was mostly covered, save the sideburns in front of his ears and the black goatee under his lower lip, by a big fuzzy white cap with black spots on the rim and up from the rim. The spots got smaller as they went up and disappeared half way up the hat. His pants had the same pattern, though the spots were lighter in shade and the pants were a very light blue. He wore a yellow hoodie with black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Right smack dab in the middle of the hoodie was, what scared the living shit outta me, his jolly roger.
"I'm in a pirates submarine. Locked in with blood thirsty outlaws by crushing water pressure and impending death. Lovely!" I thought sarcasticly. I would have to watch my tone with these people. Being surrounded by bone crushing water and blood thirsty pirates (who saved my life) I couldn't push my luck seeing as to where it had gotten me, analyzing the situation. The dark skinned man sat in the chair that the bear once sat in and looked me over. "I have to say, I did my job well considering your bright eyes. They looked dead a couple of days ago." the dark skinned man said in a lazy tone. "What? Days? Oh, fuck me. I'm surprised they haven't killed me yet, let alone rescued me." I thought. A loud growl disrupted the short lived silence. "Can I get anymore pathetic?" I asked myself. Before I could start apologizing for my body being so rude, a metal tray was shoved in front of me carrying a well made sandwich, quite the handsome sandwich let me tell you, and a glass of water. I looked up and saw the man wearing the Penguin hat had offered it to me. He was smiling. "We expected that to happen. Don't eat it too fast, otherwise you'll get stomach cramps." the man said. He had light brown hair peeking from underneath his hat but you couldn't see the eyes. "Thank you very much." I said, taking the trey. "And thanks for the warning." The dark skinned man chuckled. "You're pretty polite, aren't you?" he asked. I placed the trey on my lap. "Yes, at least in a situation when I'm in a submarine that belongs to a pirate, traveling maybe two-thousand feet below sea level, and surrounded by crushing water pressure. I don't wanna piss the wrong person off in a mess like this." I said in a matter-of-fact tone that I did not mean to give. Fuck my habits.
The men in the hats and jumpsuits laughed and the dark skinned man chuckled. I didn't know what they were laughing at. I waited no longer to start eating the food in front of me. I took a small bite of the sandwich. I took a small bite because if the pirates wanted any questions answered, I would be able to swallow it and answer quickly. "And why would you not want to piss the wrong person, mainly me, off?" the dark skinned man asked. "I knew it! He's the captain." I thought to myself. I swallowed the piece of sandwich, which I wanted to enjoy longer, and faced him when I answered, "Cause I don't wanna die." He burst out laughing. From the horrified expressions his crew wore, including the bear who had been looking around blankly, told me that this was something unfamiliar to even the crew. He calmed down and leaned towards me with his eyes showing more interest than what I was comfortable with. "My name is Trafalgar Law and I'm the captain of the Heart Pirates. Manners would indicate that you must introduce yourself after some one has told you their name."
Okay! This guy, despite being a pirate, knew of manners and he used the law of manners to get what he wanted. My name. I sighed. "My name is Sangre Cuervo, Mister Law. Jeez, I haven't known you for more than an hour and you're already controlling me with one thing and I know you're going to control me with it again later. I bet on it." I answered, though I might have said more than I should have. The man, Mister Law, leaned closer, wearing a wide smirk across his face, and grabbed my chin softly. Like a lovers hold. "And what, prey tell, will you bet with?" he asked. His cold, stormy eyes dug into my mind. I had to admit, this guy scared me, being so close. But he was a pirate, what defenseless girl wouldn't be scared in the slightest in the situation I was in. But for some reason or another, I always had to answer in a smart ass or gutsy way. "My life, if you so wish. It is in the palm of your hand now, considering I have nowhere to run."
Law chuckled. He found this girl interesting. She was gutsy, honest, and was able to keep herself alive with nothing but, what he was sure of by what he had seen of Cuervo so far, a stubborn will to live. He looked down at Cuervo. She was sporting a face full of pride but hid a hint of fear. He looked down at the girls body. It was about time to change her bandages. They had to be changed daily. Law let go of Cuervo's chin and slouched down. He pulled out the big red first-aid kit from under the bed. He figured if he had to change the bandages daily, it would be easier to keep the first-aid kit in the room. He pulled the box up and plopped it on the bed. "It's time to change your bandages. Please finish eating." Law said. Cuervo looked down at her body and saw that the bandages covered her entire torso. Which meant that he had seen her breasts. She blushed only slightly. Then she remembered the first words she heard him speak, "I have to say, I did my job well,". This led her to believe the fact that he was a doctor. Which was true.
Feeling a little better about the oncoming situation, Cuervo finished the sandwich, carefully, and slugged down the water. Penguin, Scratch, and Bepo left the room to give Cuervo as much privacy as a girl deserves. When the door shut, Law began undoing the bandages. The bandages were layed on the floor and new ones were taken out of the big red box, as well as ointment, hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, and a weak cotton fabric that was used to protect the wound from bacteria. Law told Cuervo to turn her back towards him and she did. Law squeezed out a large amount of ointment to cover the largely burned area. Law felt Cuervo's muscles tense as he moved his hands up and down her back, spreading the ointment over the wounded area. The wound was healing nicely, but it looked sensitive to touch. Law did not let this move his pace any quicker. He grabbed a towel, which was prepared for his use after applying the ointment, and rubbed off the ointment on his hands. He flung the towel back on the desk and pulled out a cotton ball. He doused that in hydrogen peroxide and cleaned the stitched area. This one was really sensitive to touch, especially with hydrogen peroxide
Cuervo flinched as the wet cotton ball touched the sensitive area. Law leaned over to the desk and picked up the bandages and the big weak piece of cotton. He draped the cotton over the burn and started to bandage the girl just as she was before. Cuervo held her arms up in the air to make the process easier for him. Law smiled in response to the kind gesture and continued with his work. Law tied a knot in to bandages to make sure they didn't come loose. "You should get some rest, your body is still weak from blood loss. You also have a slight fever so it would do you some good.". Cuervo nodded in response. She pulled up the sheets end fell into the bed. "Thanks for all you did. And sorry for the trouble." she said. Law turned and walked towards the door. "It wasn't out of kindness, but from instinct as a doctor, so no trouble." he said. He didn't even turn to look at Cuervo one last time before he left. He just opened the door and exited the room. "Okay," Cuervo thought. "Maybe he's lacking on some of the manners I thought he had.". It was considered polite to look at the person you were talking to.
For those of you who are wondering "Is this person stupid? The story keeps changing point of view.", no I am not stupid. I decided to test out switching point of view between First Person (character telling the story, Cuervo) and Third Person Omniscient (narrator who knows everything). I didn't want to miss out on important things on Law just because Cuervo wasn't with him. I'm still open to new ideas. You already know that Cuervo is polite when she thinks her life could be in danger if she does the wrong thing, but what is her personality towards the crew once she knows they won't kill her or anything unjustly? Is she still polite? Is she quiet, outgoing, mischevious, tough to handle? I also need a big, long term reason why Law let Cuervo stay, and it can't be because he fell in love. He doesn't feel it or know about that yet. Tell me what you want.