Introductions...Hmm what can I say? This is my first ever stab at fanfiction let alone full dedicated writing. This and my next charpter will be the shortest out of all of them. Feel free to leave all the praise, fan art you want but. please leave little creative feedback for I do like to improve. All One Piece character, story plot, etc. belong to the ownership of the Genious Eiichiro Oda, all Original Character belong to my wonderful mind. I am looking for two original characters to add to this crew, so if you want to submit do so in the reviews.

The time worn and sea salt stained timbers and rigging of the old brig – sloop creaked and groaned in subdued protest in time with the soft oscillating motions of the ship as the waved crashed noisily against the hull. Above the sun bleached deck unreefed white hemp sails displaying glossed blue sea gulls flapped lightly in the cool breeze rolling of the sea into the harbor as a few remaining sea foul lofted carefully while screaming over their search of a nightly perch. These soft sounds echoed undisturbed throughout the silent light blue vessel, having been abandoned to rest tied at port as the last espers of twilight light faded from the burnt orange seas and mirroring oceans. The crew had departed long before to enjoy a well anticipated night at shore to visit home, family, and other interests. However one individual had kept with the barrels, crates, and solitude. Deep down in the ever darkening wooden bowels of the sloop, behind think rusting iron bars and cramped walls of the ship's brig was a young woman, about twenty years of age, haphazardly sprawled out across a dingy cloth hammock. Not considerably beautiful, she still held a fair tomboy charm within her modest bosom, petite figure, shoulder length brunette locks, and striking emerald eyes. Beyond that it seemed as if everything from her faded boots, brown breeches, smudged grey tank top, to her lightly tanned white skin and hair, had a fine layer of grim and sea salt. Quietly she laid there, arms crossed behind her head, steadily rocking the hammock to and fro, while intently lost within the swirls of a knot in the timbers of the ceiling as if in deep thought or patience.

"Please stop before you hurt yourself." Stated an ethereal sharply mocking voice which echoed thought the hall origination from the heavily darkened bulkhead adjacent to the cell. A juvenile show of elation spread across the young prisoner's faces as she clumsily fumbled with the hammock, initially ensnaring herself only to work herself out just as fast and scramble across the room and press the body against the cool bars as if she was trying to pull herself through.

"And what would you mean, My Sweet Mia?" Julia cooed towards the bulkhead in her best affectionate manner. Her eyes darted vainly along the various oaken barrels and crates in search of even a hint of the voice's owner. A soft sigh just off to her side brought her attention full turn towards a featureless wall.

"Thinking. Else you'll fry that peanut you call a brain." The voice continued to mock. Julia's delighted grin remained regardless, instead it took on a increasingly goofy air as the shadows along the bulkhead darkened and began to undulate slightly, like dark puddle. From this unnatural portal emerged another feminine youth roughly the same age, casually stepping into the hallway, materializing from the shade like an unearthly phantasm. This woman contrasted greatly to Julia. Her pale mahogany skin, jet black eyes and waist length hair, as well as her coal black boots, short tight jeans, and deep dark blue tank top seemed to naturally blend into the darkness around her. She would've completely disappeared if not for her wire framed glasses and tediously coiled up Kusari-gama lashed to the left of waist, which caught the last traces of light through slits in the floor boards.

"Hey. That pea-brains your captain, so what does that say about you?" Julia retorted.

"That I got a fool I can kick around and take the rap for whatever I do. But putting that aside I brought you a gift." Mia said in flat monotone as she drew away from the bulkhead and towards her caged companion. She reached deep into her left jean pocket and withdrew a small iron ring bearing five identical keys, which quelled Julia's next retort once their shine caught her eye. Mia held the keys out in front just within Julia's reach and gave them a taunting jingle.

"Yeah, Sweet freedo-!" Julia cheerfully began as she thrust her right arm out to take a hold of the keys, but just as she managed to brush her fingers Mia swiftly pulled them up and away. Bewildered and disbelieving she glared at the keys for a moment, then risked a second swipe at her prize only to have it withdraw yet again. A third try, fourth, fifth, all resulted in the same way. Increasingly she started to recall an occasion where she'd tempted a caged squirrel monkey with a banana at the zoo in her home town. "Har-de-har-har, satisfied yet?"

"Almost, now before I hand these over we gonna have a serious chat about your overtly lecherous attitude and the establishment of personal space."

"Eeeeh? Common, Mia, we've been comrades. No, we've been friends since we were three years old you know that's only a joke I like to play on you."

"I know, but I would like for you not to always do it when were in public."

"Alright…Ah can I ask something?"

"What?"

"Can. I. See. Your panties?"

"NO, Ah!" Caught up momentarily by her comrade's light hearted inquisition, Mia had drawn in out of sheer habitual desire in delivering painful correction failing to notice her futile lapse in composure until it was too late. Quicker than the blink of an eye Julia had hastily ceased advantage and retrieved the precious keys from Mia's grasp. "Damn."

"Eh Ha Ha, success! Yes, my precious. My sweet, sweet precious with us in our hands we can be free of this wretched pen to torture and harass fair maidens across the seas. Ooh, the panties we shall collect." Julia had pulled herself away from the bars to prevent losing her prized liberator, and begun to fondle them with a disturbing ferverence and speak to them in a hoarse whisper.

"Uuuuh, Ok. I think I'll leave you to your new found love interest then. Come back when you've regained a touch of reality." Mia said as turned herself away and hurried off eager to distance herself from mentally questionable captain, her boots resounded all the way down the hall. "I'll be up top!"

"Hey wait! I just thought up an awesome use for the keys! You know we could…Mia?" Julia patiently waited in her cell for her friend to return and ask about this sudden revelation, but after a few painfully quite moments the possibility of Mia leaving without her dawned. Spurred by this notion she shuffled toward the lock and tried the keys she'd taken. The first two proved not to work for this particular cage, but the third finally granted her the extrication she'd desired for. Finally free to roam about after her two day confinement she shut the gate behind her with force enough to rattle the bars and withdrew her new found 'precious'. The elated grin returned to her face as she turned to chase down her crewmate.

This is only part 1 of the first chapter, so expect more sometime eventually.T