What else can go wrong?

by toughcookie27

When Roger and Rayleigh come across a little island in the West Blue, they certainly weren't expecting recruiting another crew member. Well, maybe Roger, Rayleigh doesn't really know anymore. So when they run into Shanks and see his potential, Roger wants him in the crew, even if that means using less then legal measurements. Kidnapping isn't under pirate standards, is it?

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Okay, so I've kind of been rolling this around as a head cannon in my hyperactive mind. I started to like the idea so much, I'm gonna try and write a story about it.

This isn't even really a chapter. It's more like a prologue of what's to come.

Anyway, please, please review! I'm always open to critisize, since I know I'm not the greatest writer.

Chapter 1

The Marines in the town weren't fun.

Shanks frowned as he saw two more white-and-blue uniformed men walk past his alley. He did not want to go back to that stupid orphanage. Yet, he hated the fact he had to hide. Why the hell should he have to hide? He owned this part of the town. He used to own the police around here too, until the stupid Marines had to come and take over.

They keep trying to throw him back into that orphanage when it was pretty obvious not even the headmistress wanted him back.

Yeah, definitely not fun.

Shanks could only squish himself farther between a box and a bag of trash as another patrol of the uniforms walked by his alley.

All he could do was promise himself revenge.

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"Rayleigh, I'm hungry."

"I know Roger. I've heard you. For the past six hours."

"Well you're not doing anythingabout it."

"That might be in part to the fact you insisted we leave the last island immediately before we could even stalk up, and then ate whatever was left."

"I was hungry then too!"

Rayleigh threw up his hands, exasperated with his captain. "Then what the hell do you want from me?!"

Roger paused for a moment. "Food."

"Fuck it! Fuck it all! Why the hell did I get into this mess?" Really, Rayleigh honest-to-goodness questioned his crazy-ass decision to follow this crazy-ass man across the East Blue to the Grand Line. With no crew, of course. Who needs a crew when you have a perfectly insane man right aboard the ship?

Yet, somehow, they ended up all the way in the West Blue. It was Roger's magical navigation skills of course. How else could they have been magically transported across the Red Line?

Just as Rayleigh was pondering jumping overboard, just for the hell of it, a touch of an island reached the horizon.

"Thank the gods! Sanity awaits!"

"What?"

"I mean, look, an island!" Rayleigh hastily said, pointing his finger over to the drifting land.

Roger leaned over the rail, his straw hat held firmly in place by his hand. He grinned broadly, only to laugh into the wind.

"Looks like it is, Rayleigh," the dark-haired young man said. His grin widened, if that was even possible, and simply stated, "And when there's an island, there's food."

Rayleigh only hoped he wouldn't deplete the poor place of it's food supply.