Hey, hey, hey! This is the first chapter, intended to introduce the characters the best I could. :)
I hope you enjoy!
"She's been really freaky lately and when I say 'freaky' I mean sexual promiscuous, so if you're lucky you may just be able to put your bee in her honey. Y'know, like get it in? Roll in the hay? Bonk her, y'know?"
"I got it the first time Anne."
"Then why aren't you pursuing the Queen Bee?"
"Because I have a job to do,"
"Yeah, cause cleaning the toilets is so much greater than having your wicked way with Moira." A series of mild spluttering echoed around the bathroom as the young girl spat out the long blonde tendrils of hair caught to her lip as she took another sip of her cosmopolitan. "I mean, seriously, she's doin' it with everyone. Whitebeard is so worried about the women being taken advantage of when the real predator on this ship is Moira Henley."
"She used to be such a special lady," The young man pushed his glasses further up his nose, preventing them from falling into the almost perfectly white toilet bowl he was currently cleaning.
"Yeah well now she's special in different ways. Apparently she can do contortion during sex. I kind of want to see it. Hey, want to initiate a threesome? You, me and Moira, of course I won't actually do anything, I just want to see her to put her leg behind her head."
"You're kidding me, right?" He flushed the toilet and emerged from the cubical, running a sweaty hand through his tousled brown hair. "You really have no reservation do you?"
"Nope,"
"You're so classy."
"Hey," She climbed off the sink, slopping her drink onto the floor. "I'll have you know, I come from a fairly upper class family thank you very much."
"And how far you have fallen," He grinned brightly at his friend. "Here you are sitting in the toilets of one of the most terrifying pirate ships in the world drinking an alcoholic beverage."
"It could be worse," She returned his smile. "I could be drinking cheap beer out of the bottle."
"That is true," His voice trailed off and he stared down at the red liquid spilled onto the floor.
Anne raised one delicate eyebrow, "Oh don't start getting all upset."
"What?"
"I know what the face means. The last time you looked like that you started to cry which was terrifying, you're not an attractive crier and your tears looked huge under your glasses!"
"I'm not going to cry!"
"Then stop looking all depressed."
"You can't even see my face properly because of the size of these glasses."
"And the paedophile sheen across the glass…"
"Thanks, another blow to my self esteem."
"Oh suck it up. You're a Whitebeard pirate, just buy contact lenses."
"It wouldn't make a differences, she wouldn't be interested in me anyway."
"So this isn't about sex? You actually fancy her?" He nodded, "Fuck, well they say that a hormone or something is released in the female brain after sex which makes them all…I don't know, clingy? And did I not just tell you that Moira has cocked her leg over several crew members, just take a chance?"
"That's easy for you to say, look at you! You can make a man fall to his knees without even having to say please."
"And yet I hang out with you. I'm kidding! Besides what's my genetics got to do with this? I don't want to rub up against Moira, you do."
"Genetics are the centre of this. She's currently perusing the new boy."
"The freckly one? I had heard."
"Portgas. D. Ace, the most genetically blessed man in this world," The young man sighed with frustration and pushed his glasses further up his nose.
Anne chuckled to herself, the corner of her lip curling into a smirk. "Yeah, I've seen him. I haven't spoken to him mind you but he made quite the impact on the crew with his endless attempted murders of our captain before he became one of the sons with the rest of…The Spade pirates, was it?"
"Yeah, that's them. Bloody tossers and their bloody genetically blessed ex captain."
"Don't be hatin' on him because he's hot. No pun intended."
"What?"
"It's a joke, cause y'know, he's attractive and literally fiery?"
"If I was made from fire, maybe she'd like me too."
"Oh come on, she's a total hoe. She'd give your love away just like," She clicked her fingers.
"Don't talk about her like that, you've done plenty yourself."
"No I haven't! I'm a classy bitch."
"Marco?"
"I never slept with him, I was drunk and he stuck his tongue down my throat and…Yeah."
"That wasn't the only thing he stuck down your throat."
"Okay, enough. Not cool. At least I get some!"
"You classy, classy lady."
Ace had been a resident on the Moby Dick for twenty one days, ten hours and sixteen minutes and within this time he had learnt that being prepared for battle was necessary every second of living life under Whitebeard's name, especially during breakfast.
"Oi, pass us a bagel!"
Having grown up with a brother who could eat until his waistline expanded by ten sizes, Ace was fairly prepared for the seagull-to-a-breadcrumb enactment that was breakfast. He parked his perfectly sculpted backside at the table where his new friends, or brothers as they were frequently referred to, Marco, Thatch and Jozu were sitting: A table filled with pure muscle.
"You have quite the fan club over there." Ace's eyes flickered up from the mound of food to the first division commander. "What?"
"Over there," A smirk graced his sleepy features and his eyes directed Ace to the corner table, filled with fancily dressed oestrogen: Women, all glancing over nervously and bursting into a chorus of giggles. Ace had always had that affect on women and when the time suited him, he had exploited it but for the most part, he just liked the giggling.
"Want to swap Anne for one of mine?" Ace looked back to the commanders,
"No, you ask me every week." Thatch laughed at Marco's proposition, Marco responded with his trade mark smirk. "Come on, I'll give you someone good."
"She's a sweet girl and very easy on the eye but that's all you're taking into account," He smiled. "She's a good fighter; I'm keeping her on my division."
"I'll ask again next week,"
"Who's Anne?" Ace inquired,
"The blonde one at that table," The black haired pirate glanced over at the table of giggling girls. "There are a lot of blondes."
Marco eyed up the table, "The one with golden-ish hair…High cheek bones, nice eyes, round lips, great tits."
"You sure you're not just mixing up some girl with a character from a wet dream?"
"The one with the alcohol…" Jozu piped up.
"What?" Marco exclaimed, Thatch laughed at his response.
"Oh, I see her now." Yep, wet dream material.
Her dark coloured eyes peered up from behind long, spidery lashes, they poured into the commanders' and Ace's breakfast table. A smile broke across her face and she waved enthusiastically at the table in which Thatch returned the greeting with his subordinate. A small man with large, round glasses turned to her and snapped something Ace could have sworn sounded like, "Did you just wave at that freckly bastard?" and "No, I waved at my commander, y'dick head."
"He's not making Moira fancy him; nobody is making Moira part her strangely flexible legs. Stop being such a douche."
"He's the douche, look at him." The black haired pirate glanced over again, dazzling the group of girls (And Iggy) with his pearly whites.
Anne took another sip from her cosmopolitan, grimacing at the sudden uproar of girlish squeals. "Yup, what a douche."
"Don't make fun of me Anne – Oh Commander Marco is coming over."
She almost choked on her next mouthful of alcohol. "What? Why?"
"Maybe he wants you to blow him again," Bitchy…
"It was months ago and I was drunk! Get over it."
"You're drunk now…"
"No I'm not!"
"Walk in a straight line,"
"I can't walk in a straight line sober –
"Anne! What's that in your hand?" Marco marched up to her, his body posture being one of authority while his face remaining relaxed. 'He must be trying to trick me' she thought, "Its medicine sir,"
"For what?"
"Kind of personal…"
"Anne" He sighed,
"To make my eggs sparkly…"
"Give it here," she pouted her lips as he retrieved the drink, waving it under his nose. "It's ten in the morning and you're drinking?"
She opened her mouth and closed it again, looking over at Iggy expectantly.
"Oh, of course," He whispered, riding up his sleave and peering at the hands turning on his watch. "It's actually 10:30."
Anne waved her hand with a dismissal of Marco's disapproving facial expression, stating 'It's okay, I'm a pirate." And snatching the beverage from Marco and swallowing what was left in one gulp. "There you go, it's gone."
"Save it for later Anne."
"I couldn't, it was a do or die situation in which I required the ability to think outside the box for my lovely Iggy here."
"What?"
"It doesn't matter," Iggy said, adjusting his glasses.
"Again, save it for later Anne."
She mock saluted, "Rodger."
"Hey, while your drunk –
"I'm not drunk and no I am not going to go do-
"And incapable of making a decision with your whole brain, not that you do that anyway, but how would you like swapping with one of my subordinates and joining the first division?"
"Fuck off Marco."
The table filled with pure muscle erupted in laughter.
If you couldn't tell, I didn't know how to end it. Review? :D