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Chapter 2: The Start of Something New
Bepo walk into the small room, that Skye was currently staying in; of course he did not dare walk in before properly knocking on the door and wait for Skye to reply. It was dinner time; the crew was not allowed to eat until everyone was present at the table. Why? Nobody knows except that captain demanded it and they did not dare go against orders. After the chief finished the humungous meal, big enough to satisfy the crew at least, Law had sent Bepo to receive their new guest. When Bepo walk in he found Skye, laying flat on her back, across the bed with her hands behind her head and her ankles crossed, with her eyes closed.
"It's time to eat." Bepo announced to her. Skye open her eyes and acknowledge him for a moment.
"I'm not really all that hungry." Skye said thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling again, and closing her eyes after replying.
'This is not going to end well.' Bepo thought to himself. "Captain said that you need to eat."
"But I'm not hungry." She pouted, but just as she said it her stomach growled in protest, giving her away. She mentally cursed her stomach. 'Ok, I just don't want to eat with a bunch of pirates. Be whoopty do!' She mentally said.
"Yes you are…" Bepo sigh. "Do you want to do this the easy way by simply coming with me or the hard way where I drag you there?" Bepo announced, he was already tired and she was just exhausting him. 'She's worse than captain.' he decided.
"Hmmm… Looks like the hard way." A smug grin was on her face.
In the Mess Hall
The crew sat down staring at their empty plates. They had to wait for Bepo and their new guest before being allowed to eat.
"What's taking Bepo so long?" Clifford whined as he stares at the steaming honey ham sitting in front of him.
"I don't know, maybe she left and he's trying to find her. We should just eat without her." James commented hopefully.
"No. We have to wait on Bepo anyway." Law spoke grinning at the crew's discomfort. He was slump over in his chair, one arm resting on the back of the chair, while the other laid across his leg.
"Put me down! I said I wasn't hungry!" Came a yelling wail from the hall; the crew looked at the door confuse. Bepo open the door with a malicious smirk.
"Sorry Captain. She is faster than I thought." Bepo announced. Skye was slung over his right shoulder; she was kicking her legs and swinging her fist into his back.
"Damn it! I said put me down!" She yelled furiously; she blew her hair out of her eyes. Her face was priceless; it was bright red, with tight lips, and her eyes full of pure rage. The crew stared at her unsure whether to laugh or what, James and Clifford held their hands over their mouths to muffle their laughs. When a deep laugh fills the silence; Law found Skye's predicament amusing beyond reason. Skye lifted her torso in order to see Law over Bepo's shoulder and glared at him, she hated being mocked. Bepo slung her off his shoulder and into an unoccupied seat next to him. Unfortunately, Skye was not the most graceful person you'll ever behold. She hit the seat too far to the left and flipped it over. She threw her hands up trying to grab onto the table, but instead of catching the table she grab Clifford's arm. He went tumbling to the ground with her. Skye fell hard on her back and Clifford landing on top of Skye; her legs were sprawled out on either side of the man's waist. Their faces went crimson as the crew fell into a fit of laughter; Clifford scramble off of Skye, at the same moment Skye crawled out from under him; they both stood up and scramble to their seat. Both were bright red as the crew continues to laugh. Law was actual red from laughing; many had fallen out of their seats and were rolling on the ground.
"Sorry." She muttered to Clifford.
"No problem." He squeaked. Neither one of them would look at each other in the eye.
"Cliff… do you need some… rubbers….. You know what they always say…Safety first." James bellowed through breaths. Clifford turn redder, if possible, and Skye slam her face into the palms of her hands.
"Can we just eat?" Skye said through her hands.
"Alright we have had our fun…. Let's eat." Law ordered; humor lit up his dark eyes. Law reached his hand out as he spoke and began filling his plate with the food that had been sitting at the table. "Oh…. and Cliff?" Law look up to the red face red head.
Cliff look up, praying that for once that Law wouldn't make any jokes. 'Please don't be a smartass!' Cliff pleaded in his mind; maybe Law would read his mind. But when he looks at the captain's face he knew that he wouldn't get that lucky break.
"Bottom left drew when you first enter the room." Law said lazily, his smirk turn into a big smile. The crew roars with laughter; Skye look at Clifford confuse. Clifford was an even darker shade of red than he was a minute ago, and then realization hit.
"Perverts!" Skye yelped, unable to hide her red face.
One Week Later
"We'll reach the next island in a couple of days. If you need anything, you can find it on the island." Law announce to the crew, as they ate dinner, mainly talking to Skye.
It had been a week since Skye found herself with the Heart Pirates. To her utter surprise, she was actually enjoying their company; she even became friends with a few. After her and Clifford's lovely incident, they became the laughing stock of the crew; somehow through these harassing times they became friends. James would defend Cliff and Bepo would defend her, thus creating two friendships and a 'you-need-to-get-away-from-me-you-little-brat' friendship with James. The rest of the crew were great as well, except when they decide to mess with her by trying to trick her into drinking or picking her up and throwing her around. Of course, she did her absolute best to annoy Law.
"Will I have an escort or am I free to roam?" Skye asked sarcastically.
"You're free to do whatever you like, Miss Skye. Just be back before it gets too dark. That is if you plan on getting to Marine Headquarters." He replied his voice was almost an airy laugh, but Skye could hear the venom. He stood up and brought his empty plate to the sink. "Clifford, you have dish duty."
Clifford groans and swore softly to himself, but started picking up everyone's empty plates. As he picks up the dirty dishes, Skye stood up and started running water into the sink.
"I'll do that." Skye announced as Clifford went to wash the filthy dishes.
"Huh?" Clifford asked looking over his shoulder at her. She was washing the dishes in the sink.
"I'll take dish duty, you can go to bed."
"Nah, I got it." Clifford smile down at her; there was no way he would disobey Law's orders.
"Oh come on Cliff, I'm bored out of my mind here, and I've already done my chores. Law won't let me do anything, other than laundry and do you realize how bad they smell?" Skye scrunched up her nose at the memory, causing Clifford to laugh.
"Fine, you can help me." He sighed. He'd figure out how to explain this to captain later.
Skye like Clifford the most out of the crew, he was the only one who would try and save her from Bepo when he would throw her over his giant orange shoulder, mainly because she refuse to go anywhere. Also, he didn't ask her a lot of questions or force her to answer them when she refused.
"How long have you been a marine?" He asked suddenly, causing Skye to drop the plate she was cleaning.
"Far far too long." She smiled up at him.
"Oh come on Skye. I never ask you anything, please just tell me. I won't tell Captain." He whined, and then giving saluting like he was in the boy scouts or something. She couldn't help the smile than came across her face.
"Fine." She sighed heavily. "Let's see….." She began tapping her chin. "About twelve years."
"Tw-twe-twelve years! How old are you?" He stammered.
"Haven't you ever heard that you never ask a woman's age….. No more questions." She grinned wickedly at him.
"One more? It has nothing to do with the marines." Cliff asked. Skye tap her foot lightly on the floor, a habit she needed to stop, and thought about it.
"What?"
"Are you a virgin?"
With that she slaps him in the back of the head and laugh. He rubs his head and was murmur something about just being curious.
"What's going on in here?" someone asked in a deep soft voice. Skye groan, that voice belongs to someone she just couldn't stand. Law.
"I asked her a question, and she slapped me." Cliff said in a matter-of-fact tone, watching his captain closely. He had been acting stranger than normal, it started when Skye came aboard, and it was strange to see the captain in such a randomly bad mood.
"You deserved it." She said punching Clifford jokingly on the shoulder.
"Miss Skye, please do not inflict any kind of harm to my crew, and finish your own chores before offering to do others." Law said icily. Skye blink up at him; she didn't understand his mood swings at all. One minute he acted almost like he liked her but then he would turn around and act like this.
"What the hell is your problem with me?" Skye yelled finally unable to take it anymore; there was a small flicker in his eyes. He grabs a knife and threw her against the counter, holding the knife to her neck. Dishwater sloshed all over her back. He looks down at her, his mouth was in frown, the first she had seen since she joined; She gulp and pull away from the sharp metal now resting on her throat, her eyes were wide for a moment, but she stood her ground.
"I'm the captain. I give the orders, and I answer what I want to. Understand, Miss Skye?" Law lean over the shorter woman, the knife pressed closer to her neck.
"Entirely." She said just as cold. Law began to chuckle; he saw the fear in her eyes, he let go of her and put the knife in the sink; his normal smirk return to his face.
"And as for your question…..You're a marine, what other reason do I need." Law called out as he slowly walk to the door.
"Are you serious?" She stared in disbelief; that's why he hated her.
"Completely.".
"You know what Law…. It wouldn't hurt to get to know someone before forming an opinion about them."
"You joined the marine, that's all I need to know." Law said as he paused at the door and turned to look at her. A hard chuckle came out of her mouth, without any humor in it and walked to the door; she paused when she reached Law and look up at him directly in eye.
"I didn't join by choice." She whispered. Law's face never change from his calm laid-back expression but his eyes gave him away, he look at her in shock; she turned away from him and continued walking.
Law looked at Cliff; Cliff was looking at his captain in disgust and distaste.
"She told you?" Law asked his voice low. 'It's not my fault that I didn't know!' Law mentally yelled at Cliff.
"No, but it was obvious. Everyone, even James, figured it out." He yelled at his captain. Law's eyes widen, he had never been yelled at by one of his crew. Cliff couldn't hide his frustration no matter how much he tried; he knew that the man he was yelling at could kill him with ease. He looked at Law and shook his head with disgust and walk out leaving Law to ponder things.
Law began walking around the ship aimlessly. 'Should I apologize? I mean it's not all my fault… Is it?' He ran into a door as he thought these things through. He looked up at the door that he had come to, it read 'Engine'. Of all the doors he could walk to he walk to hers, he stared at the door for a moment, and then reach for the door knob. He decide while he was here he might as well apologize, and open the door.
The Engine Room
Skye began working on the Sub's engine; a couple of the gears where in the wrong place, the bolts were loose, and the pips had leaks. She sighed loudly; of course they didn't know how to properly take care of her. The poor thing, after several minutes, she shrugged off her jacket, laying it down by her tool box. She began working again, tightening the bolts, she felt content. She always felt better when she was working; it reminded her of better days, the days when it was her and her mom working a new engine; the days before the accident. She smiled at the memory; it had been ten years since she last spoke to her mother. Her right arm snag onto some of the gears, she had to pretty much yank herself off before she got caught in it. Free at last; she sighed looking down at her mechanical limb. The memory still haunts her.
"Damn that man." She whispered.
"What man?" A deep voice asked behind her. Skye squeak and spun around in surprise, nearly running into his chest; 'When did he get there?' She thought.
"You." Skye shouted seething in anger at the tall man now in front of her; grabbing her jacket and went to stomp out of the room, but was stop when he grab her wrist with an iron grip. Law put his free hand on the right side of her neck, touching the metal in disbelief. She stopped and looks up at him surprise; nobody has ever done that before.
"What happened?" He asked curiously. This question had been burning in the back of his mind since he first saw it. She stares into his eyes and sigh.
"I was in an accident when I was a kid." She said. The way she said accident made it obvious that it was no accident. "I don't like to talk about it." She added when she seen Law about to ask her 'How?'
Law nodded, he wasn't going to push her; he began to run his fingers down the metal. "How much is there?"
"My entire right side and the left side of my waist were messed up…" She paused for a moment and then looks up. "Along with some of my organs." A smile lit up her face when shock over took his expression, him being a doctor, he knew how much of a miracle it was for her to even be alive much less walking around. Law's eyebrows shot up; how was that even possible or even affordable.
"The marines paid for the surgery," guessing his question, "that's why I've been a marine so long; in order to pay off my debt…" She should not have said that, that was classified information. "I shouldn't have said that. Crap! You can't tell anyone that, not even Bepo or the others, I can get in big trouble and get my debt doubled." She stares at him for a minute and realize that she gave an order. "Please?"
"I won't tell." He smiled down at her; he felt relieve for some reason. Like this huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "So how long is it till you're 'free'?" He began to laugh and then realize that she had been working on the engine. "I didn't know you were a mechanic"
"Three months." She started to smile and giggle. "The best engineer you'll ever meet on the grand line; if was practically raised around engines. Also, you need to take it easy on her; I don't know how much more she could take." Law stares at her for a moment when an idea came into his head.
"How would you feel about me changing up your chores?" Law asked; Skye began to consider this.
"Do still have to do laundry?"
"No." Law said in an airy laugh.
"If it means I don't have to do laundry I'm all for it."
"Okay, while you're with us you'll be responsible for the repairs on the ship."
"Deal." Skye said excited; Law was being nice to her, it surprised her a little, and she began to laugh after a moment.
"What is it?" Law asked curiously.
"You're being nice. That's a start of something new, isn't it?" She said giggling, Law began to chuckle with her.
"Indeed I believe so, Miss Skye." Law agreed
Law's Room about an hour later
Law return to his room after helping Skye move some of the heavier gears to their rightful place, he had receive a proper chewing out for the condition he had placed the Sub's engine in. He went back to his room and walk over to his dresser drew and open it.
Law laid down on his bed, staring at an old, yellowing photo, a sad smile appears on his face. It had been a long time since he look at it, after talking to Skye he felt compel to look at it. He stared down at a tall, lanky man with dark eyes who stared adoringly down at a small dark woman with long black hair, with a small cocky smirk. In between the man and woman sat a little boy, with an overly sized white and brown speckled hat; he had the same dark eyes as the man and had pitch black hair. The boy resembled the woman the most, he was laughing, his eyes filled with joy and innocence.
Law stares down at his younger self; he had inherited his mother's smile and his father's dark eyes and laid back attitude. He carefully place the picture back into a wooden box and close the lid slowly.
He picked up the newspaper and stared darkly at the photograph on the cover. It was of a Marine captain that had been relocated to the grand line.
"Just you wait, Commodore Hotaru Marc." Law whispered icily and began laughing humorlessly.
Hotaru- darkness and despair
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