Hello, I'm Lady Hatter and this is my first fanfic so it might not be very good at the beginning. If you like it then PLEASE stay tuned for future chapters!

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Hope you like this series…

Chapter 1: Escaping and Selecting a First Mate

On Kuraigana Island, Grand Line, every second of the day is filled with darkness and gloom. Darkness and gloom together equal a happy Dracule Mihawk (if he can even be happy) and the resident Humandrills.

However, that all changed eight years ago when my trusty companion and me, Dorothy were forced to occupy this island along with Garrett. So for the past eight years Dorothy, Garrett and I have been staying with Dracule: The Greatest Alcoholic Swordsman on Earth. I swear every time I see that man He is drinking or He's on His way to get a bottle. I tried escaping a few times, what captive wouldn't escape from their kidnapper? Garrett wouldn't. Garrett was brain washed by Him to think that we are His guest and NOT His prisoners.

When He first captured Garrett and me, we were welcomed to Kuraigana Island. Everything was so dark and depressing; I was nine back then so to a nine-year-old dark and depressing isn't very fun. So I did the only thing that I could think of. I REDECORATED! However, He didn't fancy it very much. Mr. Grouchy-pants kicked me out of His super - duper dark and gloomy castle for a whole week! How Rude! I was just a nine-year-old little girl, I would have died if I didn't meet the monkeys… and if Garrett didn't bring me food every day. Garrett's a girl's best human friend that has ever lived. But the monkeys, aka, the Humandrills are tricky little bastards. The only real way I could describe them would be: if a boy monkey and a human girl came together and had babies, they could be Humandrills. But besides from being the little asshats that they are, they have their moments. Like when they would have tea parties with me and teach me how to fight (occasionally).

However, a week into my imprisonment, He came by to give me one of His I-am-better-than-you-so-follow-my-rules speeches while giving me His usual stone cold glares; but I showed Him that at the age of nine-years-old, I could survive without Him or anyone else! But due to my rebellion, He became super-duper pissed off at me (even today, I still don't completely understand what really made him so pissed; maybe it had something to do with the fact that I threw cookies at him… probably not) and he dragged me all the way back to his stupid castle; but don't worry I didn't submit to him! I told him multiple times how much of a meanie and how stupid he was! (what? I was nine! That's the best I could come up with for insults. And it's not like I was lying, I just told him the truth!) In the end, my rebellion was extinguished and I had to cook for all three of us for the next eight years!

'What have you been doing besides cooking for the past eight years?' That's a wonderful question, and thank you for asking it! For the past eight years I have been pissing off Dracule Mihawk and vice versa; while Garrett smiling away in the corner with a book. I asked him once why he smiles so much while Mr. grouchy-pants and I piss each other off; my sweet delusional boy told me: "I read this book saying that family members often fought. And since you are Mihawk fight so often, it means that you two care deeply for each other. After all, we are one big happy family."

I tried my best to control myself that day. But once I heard the words "me", "Mihawk" and "care for each other" said together, my kettle blew (literally and physically. I was making tea when he told me this). Needless to say, Garrett hardly used those words together for a while.

So my life for the past eight years haven't been the most fun; since I was FORCED to cook on this horrible island for Dracule Mihawk: The Greatest Alcoholic Swordsman on Earth. Somehow within my eight years here, I started developing a routine: Garrett would wake me up in the mornings, I cook, eat, I go taun- um… 'play' with the Humandrills, I make lunch, eat, go preform some experime- um… I do… things, I make dinner, eat, then I spend the majority of the night trying to kill Him. But not every day was horrible or excoriating. I spent a lot of time doing what I wanted mostly while playing with sweet little Garrett; sometimes he would read some of his favorite books to me, we played games or had tea parties. But I guess the only real draw back was that I had to see His ugly face every day (mostly) and cook meals for Him.

As I grew, though, I became stronger, mentally, physically and verbally. You see, in the beginning of my cursed relationship with Him, the only way I could even stand to talk to him (let alone look at him) was if I was insulting him. Unfortunately, as a small nine-year-old girl, my vocabulary wasn't as vast as it is today, so he would often win our verbal spars. But today, at the ripe age of 17, I can stand toe to toe with that Alcoholic Bastard! …Sometimes, though, I wish I could just kill him; I probably- psst, I could if I wanted to. But if I killed the World's Greatest Alcoholic Swordsman, then I would have to take his place. I prefer tea over alcohol any day. Plus, my goals aren't to become the best swordsman in the world, nope, nada. I have bigger and brighter and more wonderful plans than that!

Ah, my wonderfully bright and amazing future, I can almost see it now. Sailing on the seas, drinking tea with Dorothy and Garrett. It would be wonderful. But, sadly, some individuals here are being asshats and aren't letting me leave this dreadful island! You would think that Dracule would at least want me gone, especially with how much he complains about me being on his island. And don't even get me started on how messed up Garrett is, that little bastard; I knew he was brainwashed by Dracule, but I didn't know it was this bad. He's one of those types of people who would put you in a bubble for the rest of your life instead of letting you live your life the way you want it to; I love him dearly, but he's just too over protective sometimes.

I've known Garrett since the day he was born; I'm his big sister and he's my baby brother. But in reality he acts more like the stereotypical big over protective brother, while I'm the carefree and badass younger sister. That's one of the reasons why I want to leave Kuraigana actually. I want Garrett to grow up and be his own person without me around to trouble him with my problems. For the last two years I have tried to seriously get off Kuraigana and live in the future I can see for myself. But stupid Garrett has always found out and told Mr. Grouch-pants about my plans. Sometimes I really truly do detest Garrett sometimes.

But tonight is different! Tonight I will leave Kuraigana and become a Pirate!

I tried escaping two times… those attempts didn't end pleasantly. Two years ago I built a 'boat' to sail off to sea; the boat was crafted by the stupid Humandrills- my first mistake- and I planned to set sail during noon- my second mistake. Having the Humandrills craft my 'boat' was a blunder because they thought it was a toy, thus, destroying it and threw it into the sea. If that wasn't bad enough, Grarrett went off and told Dracule about my plan to leave this wretched island. My punishment for trying to leave was to clean Kokuto Yoru, his seven-foot-long sword, for one month (come on! I didn't actually leave so why did I even get punished?) I swear that man loves His sword too much. His love for His sword is so extreme that I wouldn't be surprised if He tries to marry Yoru. Or maybe, He's already married to Yoru and He's too ashamed to tell us because He knows that we- who am I kidding- I would be the one making fun of His 'marriage' to an unanimated object.

A year ago I tried to escape again. That time I was smarter, I planned to escape that evening (while He's passed out drunk). I tried building my own vessel, but in the end I found out I can't build shit, even if my life depended on it. My next, and my only option, was to 'borrow' Dracule's coffin boat. I was about to set sail when a dark and gloomy figure appeared (who the fuck do you think it was?). It was Dracule Frucking Mihawk (apparently he hadn't pass out yet from His treasured wine). It appeared that He doesn't understand the concept of sharing with people when I told Him that I was just simply 'borrowing' his boat. I had to become Dracule's little dummy for practices as punishment that time. He was considerate enough (ugh! I need to vomit after using that word with Him) to not slice me too deeply where I was left with scars. It's not like I'm vain or anything; it's just that when I do obtain scars one day, I want them to mean something and tell a story besides that one time I tried to 'borrow' Mr. Grouchy-pant's boat.

Today is different! Since I can't 'borrow' anything ever again apparently and I can't build for shit, I turned to my last option; I was desperate to get off this deplorable island!

Six months ago, I was able to 'talk' the Humandrills into believing that I was leaving Kuraigana so that I could challenge excellent opponents and I was going to bring them back so that they could play with them too. But they had to build me another boat if they wanted some new play toys and they couldn't destroy it this time. So what if I never planned on never coming back to Kuraigana? They didn't need to know that. All they needed to know was that I needed a boat, and I got one. Garrett always commented how I'm a superb liar (I prefer the name: Spinner of Truth!) while Dracule usually says that I will become a Master Manipulator one day.

Today, I had an intact excellent boat ready and I'm leaving at Midnight. Dracule's left on a little 'trip' of His a few days ago so He's not going to stop me this time! A few hours ago I packed up all of my possessions and placed them in the boat.

After packing all of my possessions and some last minute food and water I head to the shores of Kuraigana, which is on the opposite side of His Castle. I can't help remembering all of my favorite memories here (even though I hated it here, I still had some good times, so kill me for enjoying myself!). There was the first time I had a tea party here- one of my few good memories- at the heart of Kuagiana's forest. It was my first unbirthday here and I had to beg Him (ugh, I fill sick again) to let me have it. But it was one of my most cherished memories here, even if Dracule crashed my unbirthday!

Then there's my worst memories which I had here (usually they canceled out the good ones, thus, making my overall experience here dreadful). The times where I got my ass whooped by the Humandrills- until a few years ago. Some of my most awful memories involved Dracule; he used to come and just watch the Humadrills beat me senseless sometime. Fucking Bastard even smirked once when He saw me get throttled into a tree. On my hapless days, I would have to spar with Him; those were the worst fights I have ever fought in my life. Usually He would just say something along the lines of: "If you ever want to leave this island to become a pirate you have to at least be able to draw my blood to survive in this world, blah blah blah!" Fucking Asshat always thinks He is better than me! I'll show Him when I become an infamous pirate with a gigantic bounty he'll finally see that I'm better than-

"Where you really going to leave without even saying goodbye?"

"Wha-" I whirl around to see Garrett leaning against my boat, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE GARRETT?!" I shriek.

His emotionless facade morphs into disappointment.

"If you yell again, Mihawk and the Humandrills will wake up. I'm sure you wouldn't want them coming down and seeing you leave." His face returns to a neutral expression, "or worse they destroy it again."

"Psst, Dracule left days ago," I fold my arms over my chest, "and the Humandrills would never stop me from bringing thumbtack toys." I scan his face, sees what he is planning, but I don't see anything, just disappointment. "…Aren't you going to stop me like last time, or the time before that," I say bitterly.

Garrett shakes his head, denying my claim. When he stops he bends down in front of me so that we are eye to eye. "It hurts me when you refer to Mihawk as 'He, Him, or Dracule.' That man saved our lives and we will forever be in his debt." I open my mouth to bombard him with the truth of what happened eight years ago. But he raises his finger to me, silencing me. And I stay quiet (it's simply common curtesy to follow peoples' wishes when they ask nicely). "But that's not why I came here tonight. I will never be able to stop you from leaving now; so I came here to say goodbye and to give you this." Garrett whips out a medium size leather bag from his pocket.

…What's that?

He hands me the bag as I examine it for a few seconds. It's heavy, but it's light enough to fit inside someone's pockets. I shake it: it jingles a bit. I look up at Garrett, puzzled. "I promise I did not put any poison in it or anything that will hurt you, just trust me," he pleads with a heartwarming smile painted on his face.

This boy is impossible. I roll my eyes, "I always trust you, Garrett, I just don't approve of your decisions most of the time. I just don't get how you can- …wow. Where did you get this?! Garrett how much is in here?!" I see thousands of beri resting inside the medium sized leather bag. As I look back up at Garrett I can't help but feel perplexed as to why he gave me this and how he came upon them the amount of money.

But all I see is Garrett refusing to make eye contact with me as he scratches the back of his neck; a tell-tale sign that he's embarrassed and/or nervous.

"Well you see, I might or might not have found a couple thousand beri lying around while I cleaned the castle…" he finally looks me in the eye as he stops scratching his neck, "actually, I found it lying around it… Mihawk's room. He has so much, and I thought he wouldn't mind if I took some. They're only about 50,000 beri in that bag so…"

"50,000 BERI WHAT THE HELL -!"

Garrett swiftly covers my mouth with his hands. I can't believe he took so much! When Dracule finds out he's going to murder Garrett…I can't let him do this!

"How many times must I tell you that you must be quiet. There is a time and a place to be loud and right now is not that time," he hushes me. "I know you think this is too much, your face is screaming it, but you're going to be starting a new life and you need as much beri as you can to do that with." He shines me one of his famous smiles as he removes his hands, "It's fine. Mohawk will think you stole the money before you left; nothing bad will happen while you're gone… but I just need you to make me one promise before you leave."

"… What's the promise?"

"…When I do leave Kuraigana, I want you to let me join your crew. I know it's a lot to ask and it's years away so who knows whats going to happen between now and then, but -"

I swallow my little baby brother in a bone crushing hug. Garrett might only be 14 but he's as wise as a drunk Dracule sometimes (I nearly there up again; If I continue doing this I might have to start carrying a bag around). He knows that no matter what he says to me, I won't let him come with me tonight. So the next best thing he thought of was reserving a spot on my future pirate crew. He's serious the sweetest kid I know and that has to be the nicest thing anyone has done for me within the last few years.

I withdraw from the hug and I stare up into Garrett's soft, warm golden eyes, "Let me tell you something, Garrett. You're not just going to join my crew; you're going to be my first mate. I only have to wait, what? Three years? Come on, that's nothing! Everything will be fine, right and once we meet back up everything will be awesome! We'll create a pirate crew that'll leave the World Government (including Dracule) on their knees."

Garrett nods as his smile brighten, "Understood Captain, just be safe and wait for me to get stronger so that I'm capable of protecting you and our future crew."

I casually swat Garrett, he knows I hate it when people try and protect me. So what if I'm not muscular or built like a God? That still doesn't make me a weakling! If I can't take down my opponent physically, then I'll just outsmart him or her until they break (then I'll kill them, maybe, depends on my mood for that day).

We both laugh at my pathetic excuse for trying to punish him. We sit down on the beach as we soak in our final minutes with each other; after all, we aren't going to see each other for the next three years or so. It's going to be hard, but I'll be fine and he'll be fine. We always have been and always will be.

We talk about our future as pirates and what type of people we hope will join our crew. But after only talking for what felt like half an hour, we see the stars fade into nothingness. "I should probably go now, shouldn't I…"

"Yes."

A somber silence fills the air.

… What if Dracule does get mad when he finds the money missing, what if he punishes Garrett - somehow I feel like I'm feeding a little baby to a bloodthirsty Hawk.

…Everything will be fine, Garrett can handle himself. I taught him that all he has to do is threaten His bottles of alcohol and he'll be fine. Garrett nudges my shoulder slightly - he's probably trying to knock me out of my little daydream or something. I shake my head, learning away the bad thought of what might or could happen. Garrett hopes inside my boat, a few ticks later, he returns with no bag of beri; he probably stashed it in a safe location (sweet little Garrett thinking ahead again). When he comes back down, he offers me his hand in getting up. Ah, but what kind of sister would I be if I interpreted this gesture only that way… a crappy one!

"Garrett this is so sudden… even though we've known each other for 14 years I - I just can't accept your proposal of marriage! I'm sorry but I just don't feel that way towards you." I stand up and pat his cheek, "I can and will always see you as my baby brother."

He looks he dead in the eye with a look that screams, 'not - this - again', "Must you always turn everything I do into a joke. I merely was trying to be a gentleman."

"Come on Garrett! Learn to take a joke and please pull that stick out of your ass. Everything will seem better once you do." I pat his cheek lovingly one last time before skipping off and hoping on my ship.

"And one last thing Garrett. When you offer your hand to a girl, even if you're trying to help her stand up, she will think that you're proposing to her. So don't ever do it - or else you're going to marry a sadistic bitch." I smile sweetly, "And I refuse to have my First Mate marry someone like that~"

"But -"

"No, but's Garrett! My word is the law!"

Garrett psychically shifts from place to place, frustrated. "Must you always confuse me by contradicting everything Mihawk tells me?" he voices with an exhausted sigh.

"Maybe, maybe not. You'll figure it out one day Garrett! I'll see you in three years! Make sure you don't die, but it's okay if Dracule dies!"

Garrett snaps his head up and our eyes meet as I set sail. Garrett tries to force a cheerful smile, but all he can do is form a tear-jerking smile as he waves me off. "See you later Maddie…"

As I drift farther and farther away from the island that has trapped me for the past eight years, I can't help but feel… something for this horrible island.

But now I'm going to finally be a pirate! So that's something to look forward too, right? It can't be that bad being a pirate; my Mother was one and I'll be dammed if I die before I even get a bounty! My bounty's going to surpass Mother's! It can't be that hard, her's was only what? 850,000,000 beri? How hard can that be?

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Hints will be given at the end of all chapters!

Hint: The MC's real name isn't 'Maddie', it's just a nickname. And we finally meet someone else who is close to Maddie next chapter!

EDITED ON: 11/15/2016