"Oi oi! Krew! I forgot to tell you! Don't you dare set sail into the Grand Line until you contact me! Got it squirt?" a lady who looked like the was in the late twenties had demanded. She ran a finger through her tangled, dark brown hair just to get it stuck.

"Yeah, yeah. You told me that a million times today already," the boy called Krew said, frowning at the lady. "No need to repeat it," he muttered. He watched her tugged her fingers out and stared longingly at the ocean. All he wanted to do was set sail already, but he was stuck listening to the lady nag him.

The lady smacked him on the head and crossed her arms. "Don't exaggerate! It was more like . . . fifty times. And anyway, remember, head some hundred thirty miles about-"

"West," he finished for her.

"South you fucking idiot," she corrected him with an annoyed look. She looked him over, from his blach hair, to his brown shirt and red cargo shorts, and then to his sandals. She then sighed. "My god," she started saying. "I still can't get it through my head that you're going to be a pirate. A pirate of all things."

"I'm still not sure whether or not to be insulted by that fucking idiot comment," Krew said glumly, staring at his shoes.

"Be insulted," the lady stated simply, and then pressed her lips together with a worried expression. "Just . . . be careful, ok? Don't get caught by the marines. And knowing you, you probably will in less then a few days. So, if you do, don't call yourself a pirate. Say you saw a fish or something and came out to look."

"But I am I pirate aren't I?"

"Yes, but don't advertise it! What happens if you get caught?"

"I kick their asses?" Krew asked her, feeling a bit confused. Why was she making such a big deal?

"Yes, I suppose you could do that, but more and more marines will just come. So it might be best if you try to sneak out and escape. But what happens if they tie you up with ropes? That might be harder. And what if they send someone to guard you or something? Sneaking out would be way harder. I guess you don't have a bounty yet, so they'll go easier on you, so use that to your advantage. But you can always say to them you were just roleplayi - HEY! THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?" she shouted, suddenly realizing that Krew had left her and making way towards the dock.

"I got bored," he yelled back, slinging his bag onto his shoulders.

"Why you little bastard," the lady grumbled, clearly ticked off.

"Bye Aunt Jayla!" he shouted to her without a single glance, and maybe if he had looked, he would have seen the single drop of tear fall from one of her eyes.

She had then furiously wiped the tear away and said, "Bye Krew."

Krew scratched his head, trying to recall if anything else had happened. After a couple of days afterward, he had gotten lost in sea, accidentally dropping his compass into the blue water below just two days before. "A hundred-thirty miles south of Jun and . . . damnit! She forgot to tell me the rest of the instructions! How far south am I anyway?" He reached into his bag, pulled out some bread, and looked at it loathingly. "There's nothing else to eat . . ." he muttered, taking a small bite.

"Huh?" he questioned a few minutes later, perking up. He could feel some wind picking up and grinned. "Great!" He had suddenly decided to sleep for awhile, sure that the wind would push his ship towards an island.

When Krew fell asleep, he failed to notice that there was a small crack from the sides of his ship. Thankfully, it was just high enough to avoid the water. The cracks, however, were not just the only flaws of this old ship, named Mary Tide. The floor boards squeaked with every step, and some too loose. The mast was in danger of falling of, but by some miracle, it seemed as though it'd hold on for another couple days.

It was about half an hour when Krew finally decided to wake up. He nibbled on the bread that was still in his hand as it seemed that he had held onto it when he slept. Watching the ocean for another five minutes, he threw the bread onto the ground and jumped up, excitement in his eyes. "Yahoo!" he shouted, with a fist in the air. "Land-ho!" he yelled to nobody in particular.

Grinning, he squinted his eyes and wondered what adventures this island would provide him. Granted, he was still in the East Blue, and before he set out for the Grand Line, he needed to find some nakamas. A cook, as he couldn't even make toast, was preferred.

As the island became more and more visible, his grin stretched wider and wider. "Island, here I come!"

Somewhere in another island, a girl around the age of seventeen clicked her tongue and said, "Don't shoot unless you're prepared to be shot."

A man holding a gun to the side of her head cautiously looked around, making sure that she didn't have any comrades lurking around. "Be quiet girl," he hissed at her, his finger threateningly close to the gun's trigger.

The girl's eyes glanced at the gun for a moment, and then she said in a sing-song voice, "Whatcha gonna do with that, mister? I don't have a bounty on me at all."

The man stared at the girl for a second, and in that one second, the girl quickly tripped the man and pointed the gun skywards before he pulled the trigger.

BAM!

The bullet exploded in the sky and the man clumsily aimed the gun at the girl, just to have it kicked out of his hand. The gun skidded across the pavement, and the girl delicately stepped onto it with her flats to stop it from skipping and picked it up. She took aim at the man and said simply, "I told you. Don't shoot unless you're prepared to shoot."

The man stared in horror for a moment, but then smirked at her, as if daring her to shoot him. After all, she was just one girl. What harm can she do? And in his experience, little girls like these usually acted cocky, but their hands would then shake in fright at the fear of actually hurting another being.

The girl seemed to realize that he was thinking that, and as he had expected, she slowly lowered the gun and said, "I'm not a gun person. I'm more of a clash clash ka-lang kinda person. You know?"

The man blinked in confusion and asked blankly, "Clash clash? Ka-lang? Are you stupid or what?"

"Some would call me that. Stupidity. It's what usually drives a person to do stupid things." She stared at the gun with an emotionless face. "But that's how it is. Gold Roger. He was a stupid man, wasn't he? But it's because of that that has gotten him so far in life."

"Don't go all poetic on me," growled the man. He realized that he was weapon-less while the girl was armed, but his physical attacks weren't bad. He could probably knock her out in a few seconds, but what if she suddenly shot him in fright?

She looked him over carefully. "Suddenly attacking an innocent girl out of nowhere. Who are you? A bounty hunter? A pirate? Or maybe just a pervert? Which one is it?"

"A - a pervert? How could you mistaken me for one? Do I look like one to you?" he started shouting at her.

"Denying it already? I see you've aimed yourself at your last choice."

His face grew hot and he avoided looking at anywhere underneath her face. "Do - don't say things like that! I'm a bandit, dammit! I'll show you how powerfu-" and before he was able to finish his sentence, his shadow had somehow gotten darker for a moment, and he was immediately tossed over to the other side of the island.

Just as he was midair, he glanced with confusion in his eyes and saw that the girl had not touched him at all. So how, how did he get flung away?

"And don't ever come back!" shouted a red-faced shop owner. He put out a fist in the air and punched the air angrily with it. "Bastard!"

"Jii-chan? Why are you so noisy right now?" asked a little girl as she walked out of her grandpa's bakery, rubbing her drooping eyes with one hand, and clutching a stuffed bunny in the other. "Usa-chan can't sleep Jii-chan." She plopped herself down on the ground and stared up at her grandpa with eyes now wide. She was used to her grandpa's shouting, but not so early in the morning.

"Go back to bed Reiro," said her grandpa sternly. He casted her an angry look, but Reiro was able to tell that he was only pretending and patted her bunny's head for some time before answering.

"I can't. You woke me up Jii-chan!" She pouted and then said, "Anyway, I don't want to go to bed anymore if you're gonna yell at customers again. They think you're scary," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"This was a special reason!" the old man shouted at her, and in frustration, he attempted to pull out his graying hair. "Some idiot decided to eat up half of all our pastries. And then hehad the nerve to tell me he didn't have any money afterwards! Go on Reiro! Go look!"

Reiro decided to take her grandpa's word for it and didn't look. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why didn't you tell him to wash the dishes?"

"BECAUSE I'D HAVE TO PAY THAT BASTARD!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "AND DON'T ACT SO COCKY WITH ME! GO DO THE DISHES NOW!"

"But Jii-chan! There's no dishes to do in the morning," Reiro reminded her Jii-chan with a cross of her arms.

"Well we need more eggs then! Go buy some after you've changed!"

"Yes Jii-chan!" Reiro said, a huge smile starting to form.

"And don't buy those eggs Hursel sells to you anymore! He's ripping you off!"

"Ok!"

She loved to be trusted with things like that. It made her know that her Jii-chan and Baa-chan needed her. She liked the way it felt when they ensured tasks to her because it made her feel like an adult. They needed her for chores like this, and if by any chance they decided to leave her, it made her feel good to know that they wouldn't be able to do her chores, as it meant the long walk to marketplace, and her grandparents couldn't walk that far.

Although, deep down, she knew that her need to be treated like an adult was only temporary, and soon the need to be babied by a mother like any other seven year old would come.

A/N: Ay guys! It's Vivian here, so remember the name! Ahas, well, I'm back on fanfiction, but probably none of you guys know me since the last time I was on FF was 2 years ago, and I was doing contestshipping fanfics (if you know what this is, *tears in eyes* FAMILY3)

Anyway, I'm sorry if this chapter was crappy, but I'm kinda proud of it. Sort of. Anyway . . . because even though it's been two years, I still have a disclaimer habit.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own One Piece because if I have, Zoro would have had secret feelings for Nami.

Hmmm . . . anything else to say? Err . . . okies then!

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