Well, after spending lots of time reading fanfiction and what not, I decided it was high time for me to give it a try. So here it is! My first story, yay. Joy. I'll break out the apple cider and rum. Anyways. Who knows when I'll update, and how regularly. I have a life and school to attend. So you'll probably see very little of me.

One Piece ain't mine, and I'm glad it ain't because I'd probably screw up the plot line anyways. Cheers to Oda.


Pain. That was the first thing Loriana Gale felt as she slowly woke up. It was a dull, aching pain pulsing in her head. From the amount of hurt she was feeling, she didn't doubt there was a huge bruise on her forehead. She gingerly placed a hand on her head, feeling the large bump. For a brief moment she felt a dim memory she couldn't quite make out.

Strange. She didn't remember getting injured. Loriana slowly sat up and stared at the sparsely decorated room she was in. It was more of an office actually, a white office with beds and lots of shelves. She didn't have any idea where she was. In fact, she didn't remember ever setting foot into this room, which appeared to be a clinic. Loriana felt a wave of nausea and collapsed back into the comfortable bed. She didn't remember having a soft white bed to sleep in either. Her bed spaces usually consisted of dirt, wood, or grass.

Suddenly the floor beneath her rocked heavily, causing Loriana to fall out of bed and land right on her bruise.

"Oww," she groaned, "that's gonna turn a shade bluer."

Funny, Loriana didn't remember being on a ship. The last thing she remembered was stepping into a dusty old bar. Maybe she got drunk and passed out. She carefully crawled back into the safe haven of her bed. Outside, she could hear a large amount of shouting and cursing.

"That wave almost got us!"

"Hah! You're getting soft old man, these waters couldn't kill me if it tried!"

"That ain't something for a devil fruit user like you to say Ace, better knock on wood!"

Boisterous laughing could be heard. Loriana heard several thumps on the wood of the cabin. To her, the knocks sounded like pounding sledgehammers. She covered her ears in a futile attempt to block out the noise. Her head was killing her! The noise definitely wasn't helping.

"Oi, you pipsqueaks stop that! Lori's in there." The knocking ceased instantly as the men outside talked. "You better go check up on her Ace, see if she woke up yet. The doc would want to know if anything's changed."

"Already on it Marco."

The door to the cabin creaked open, Lori's startled eyes closed shut and she willed herself to remain calm. Who are these people? How did they know her name? Where was she? Lori tried to unclench her fists hidden under the covers and she willed her breathing to calm down, she didn't want them to know she was awake. What if they were dangerous?

She heard soft steps grow closer as the person- Ace was it?- approached her bed. She grew still in alarm. Her mind raced and Lori counted her options: one, she could pretend to stay asleep, or two, she could launch a surprise attack and make a run for it. In which case the people outside might catch her. But then again, what would this Ace do to her right now? Well, Lori wasn't much of a planner, she just winged it. And right now she was leaning towards option number two. Safety was her top priority.

Right… Jump, kick, run. Easy peasy! I'll be safe in no time, she rationalized in her thoughts.

Lori counted down from ten and was about to launch her attack when she felt a warm hand on her head. She froze.

"Glad that bruise is starting to subside. Doesn't really improve your looks, Lori." The guy chuckled.

Wait, what the hell? Did he just comment on her looks? She didn't even know this guy and he was already criticizing her. Sure she wasn't the prettiest thing in the world, but shouldn't she be judged by what she's like on the inside? That's stereotyping 101. She mentally scoffed.

Oh, this guy is gonna get the Lori Kick all right. Right in the kisser!

Lori prepared to jump out and knock the guy out, when suddenly, she felt something warm and soft on her lips. The heady sensation made her go woozy and she was sure it wasn't her head injury. Besides the soft pressure on her lips, Lori's other senses were instantly heightened. She could smell a distinct scent that she felt she knew. It was a mix of ocean spray, and something else, something…exciting. Then the moving pressure on her lips made her snap out of her stupor.

The guy was kissing her, and it was her first kiss! The asshole stole her first kiss! It was just a soft, lingering peck, but it made Lori's eyes flutter wide open in shock to see a young, handsome man with equally shocked eyes. He had dark unruly hair and his eyes were a warm brown that lit up after his initial shock. Lori gulped, his smile was absolutely stunning, as well as his very exposed abs.

His bright smile changed into a dark smirk, and unwittingly Lori thought the dash of freckles across his cheeks were quite attractive. She gulped again, he looked like a predator in search of…something. Lori tensed in realization. She had just lost her element of surprise, and she was at a disadvantage.

"Looks like those fairy tales do have an ounce of truth in them." The beautif- no, er-horrible, jerkwad said. "Sleeping beauty has woken up at last." The male grinned again.

Loriana was horrified. This man, this irksome man, had first insulted her looks, stolen her precious lip virginity, and then called her a useless princess. How insulting.

Lori's eyes narrowed in disgust and anger. She began to power up her infamous Deadly Lori Fist. Oh yes, this asshole was going down.

Ace on the other hand, was quite relieved. Seeing her in bed so still and pale had made him terrified. He was frightened she wouldn't wake up. However the girl had woken up at last, though she seemed a bit strange.

Ace hadn't noticed the death glare the girl had given him, much less the fist that had appeared from under the bed covers. He had turned around to call the other Whitebeard pirates about the good news. Pops was going to be overjoyed about this, and there would no doubt be a party to celebrate. He could finally continue his conversation with Lori from las-

Wham!

Ace was knocked out with a heavy blow to his cranium.

Ding ding ding! K.O! Lori stood on the bed with a self-satisfied smirk on her face and a triumphant fist in the air.

The beautif- excuse me. The jerkwad, had finally been dealt with and Lori was one step closer to safety. Where safety was, she had no idea.

Lori jumped down from the bed and began to formulate a plan, she would definitely need one this time. She saw it only now, and it sent a terrifying shiver down her spine. The Ace guy was left sprawled across the floor with his bare back facing up at Lori.

There was no mistaking that skull and bones that stared Lori in the face. That was a Whitebeard tattoo. Lori had somehow gotten herself into some deep shit.