A/N : Same story ( sort a ), just re-written. And edited. Thank you, Sarah.
Disclaimer : I don't own One Piece! If I did own One Piece, it'd be a lot more gay.
FULL SUMMARY
Dazhan's grandmother is a bit... out there.
So, it was only to be expected when she gave Dazhan and
her friends 'strange fruits', a few notes, and an an apparently magical backpack.
Not only does she do that, but this old lady finds it appropriate to send the girls into a fiction world.
This of course results in chaos, violence... and a heck of a lot of fun.
Ah, thanks for the birthday presents Gramma.
Three Friends on a Pirate Ship
Chapter 1
"Sarah, get your foot out of my face, and Courtney, stop drinking that milk!"
"But, it's gourmet milk."
"How can milk be gourmet?"
"… Higher in price slapped onto it and sold to me by a guy with a snarky accent."
"… That makes sense."
"Ugggh."
Dazhan, Sarah, and Courtney. In a car together. Yeah, this is usually what goes on when that happens. Dazhan groaned again. "Just shut up." Courtney continued sipping her milk from the front seat, watching Dazhan drive. She stuck out her tongue a bit. Sarah blew Dazhan a raspberry from the backseat of the car, not moving her foot from aside Dazhan's head. "Oi, lighten up, Dizzy."
Dazhan sighed at the pet name. "Yeah, whatever." She looked at her watch. "Tch. We're gonna be late…" Courtney arched a brow. "Why're we going to your grandma's house anyway?"
Dazahan shrugged. "Since our birthdays are so close, she wanted to give us all presents instead of just me. So we're going for free stuff," she laughed, making a turn.
Sarah cheered. "Yay! Free stuff!... Wait. We're going to your Grandma Betty's. That lady is scary!"
Dazhan grinned. "Yeah, but she always gives me, and now you, awesome crap. Like, a couple years ago, she gave me a giant neon purple sneaker that glows in the dark and has a button that plays Lady Gaga songs sped up.
Sarah burst out laughing. "So that's where you got that thing from." Courtney giggled. "I want a giant sneaker that does that."
The three friends mindlessly babbled on, talking about nothing in particular. Dazhan screamed. Sarah jumped. "What, what?" Dazhan yelled out, "I'm on the wrong side of the road" She swerved around, receiving a generous amount of swears and honks from other drivers, until she was on the correct side.
Courtney blinked. "Shouldn't you be driving on the left side of the road since we're in England?"
"Uh, Courtney? We're in New England. Y'know, Maine?"
"I thought we were in Vermont!"
Dazhan contemplated beating her head against the steering wheel. "We're in Massachusetts."
More and more mindless chatter occurred until a certain song popped up on the CD that was currently in the player.
BON VOYAGE! mabushii hikari o mezashite
bokura no KIRAMEKI wa shizumanai taiyou
yukou hito kakera no yuuki hirogete
mirai e no SHIPPO chotto mieta yo.
Sarah started happily singing along. Dazhan was humming in turn. Courtney... was confused. "I don't remember that being on my MC Hammer CD."
Sarah looked up. "No harm in it going from Can't Touch This to One Piece. Now is there?" Courtney shrugged.
Dazhan looked over at the two, now parked in a driveway. "Hey guys, we're here."
Sarah stretched, then jumped out of the car. "Heh… Grandma Betty's house is as pink as ever." Dazhan patted Sarah on the shoulder. "Yeah, now it's hot pink instead of just flamingo pink."
Courtney got out of the car, giving that pink house a look over, then turning to Dazhan. "Does she have milk?"
Dazhan nodded. "Yes, Courtney. She has milk. And a shit ton of cookies."
Suddenly, Courtney moved to the house's front door with such speed that it seemed that she hadn't moved at all. She began viciously knocking on the door. "Gramma Betty, Gramma Betty!"
The door opened, revealing a plump white-haired old lady in the door frame. "Well, hello hello, Courtney. I set out some milk and cookies for you," she smiled.
With that, Courtney was a-wall.
Sarah waved nervously at Betty. "Hey there, Mrs. Blackwell."
Dazhan waved spastically "HEY, GRANMA BETTY!"
Betty just shook her head and smiled, "Come on in before Courtney drinks all the milk." The girls sped past her and into the long hallway, taking many turns, right and left.
"Hey, Dizzy, this isn't the living room. It's the garage," Sarah pointed out.
"…I was following you?" Dazhan replied.
"Girls, the living room is this way," Betty called from behind them. They snapped around and walked into a spacious room. In front of them were a truckload of cookies and glasses (mostly empty) of milk.
"Hey. Save some milk for us too Carebear," Dazhan whined snagging a milk glass from Courtney.
"Yeah, don't be a milk pig," Sarah said pointing at her.
"Sit, sit. Eat and I will be back with your presents," Betty stated, already out the door and in the hall. The girls sighed, continuing their mindless chatter that they had in the car. After about five minutes, she was back.
"Ok, Courtney, here is a backpack, a note and a… lychee for you. A giant lychee. Yeah." Courtney took all three, staring at the fruit. "Uhh… It's the size of a basketball."
Betty nodded. "It's… genetically engineered. It's just huge. More flavor you know."
Courtney shrugged, taking a sip of milk. "Whatev."
Betty grabbed something else, handing it to Sarah. "Alright, here's a tote bag, a note, and a fig…"
Sarah arched a brow. "A genetically engineered fig?" Betty grinned. "Yes."
Betty finally turned to Dazhan. "Okay, sweetie. Here you go." She handed her a note and what appeared to be a… genetically engineered… crowberry. "No bag?" Dazhan asked.
Betty smirked. "No bag." She handed Dazhan a purse. "A panda bear shaped purse." Dazhan blinked. "….. Awesome."
Betty nodded again, smiling. "Alright… Don't read the notes or open the bags yet, okay? But… eat the fruits. Now… Uh… They'll spoil."
Dazhan was cautiously sniffing her 'crowberry'. "Uh, Gramma Betty? These… How long did it take you to make them look like Devil Fruits? I didn't even know you watched One Piece."
Sarah snickered. "Hey look, mine's a logia!" She sniffed at her 'fig'. "Hum… Should figs smell… minty?"
Betty looked around nervously. "Just eat them!" She shot the girls a glare.
The three of them shivered, each taking a large bite of theirs.
Dazhan stuck out her tongue after swallowing. "It tastes like burnt… chicken?"
Sarah coughed a bit. "Ugh… 'Zan? Y'know that taste you get in your mouth when you drink orange juice right after brushing your teeth. Yeah. Ew."
Courtney twitched. "It tastes like paper and metal. Ick."
Betty sighed. "Right, right. Uhh… I need to show you this fabulous painting that I have in my loft!" She grabbed the girls by their shirts, dragging them off.
Once in Betty's loft, there was indeed a painting. It was of an ocean shore, aside an island that looked positively beautiful. There were seashells and what looked to be baby turtles on the beach sand. A quite large turtle was swimming along in the ocean water.
Dazhan, Sarah, and Courtney all gawked at it. "Iya… So pretty," swooned Courtney. Sarah blinked a few times at it, before stepping back. "Hey, hey… The… The big turtle moved." Dazhan looked closely at it. "Well, would you look at that. Gramma, how'd you manage to do th—"
" 'Kay, bye guys! See you later! Be safe!" Betty shouted.
The girls looked back slightly, wondering why she said that, until they all felt a hand push them forward. They all felt the feel of an ocean breeze touch their skin before everything went black.
