Yeah baybeh! Chapter 2~! Sorry for such a long wait (felt like that for me...) Anyway, I'm glad that at least some people are reading this shit. :D Alright, I'm currently thinking of who lovely Retha should be paired up with, maybe... nah. I'll tell you later.

Please review! (Even though this story has just begun some, support would be kind.)

Onto the story :3

Retha felt like she wanted to throw up, really. But it was dark... she couldn't see anything. Too dark... so dark... The dark-haired girl grasped the darkness, attempting to feel something, anything. She didn't, of course.

The 17-year-old felt like she was floating, but it couldn't be. She was no angel.

Prying her lightly glowing eyes open to a pair of thin slits, they suddenly widened when she saw bubbles floating up from her lips. She gasped, writhing about. She should be dead! Why wasn't she dead?! This wasn't right, this wasn't right! Was she defying death? She had such a heavy bag on, it'd be impossible to not sink and drown... why wasn't she then?

"What's going on...?"

Retha gasped, hands moving quickly to cover her mouth. She flinched when she felt something cut into her palm.

Looking down at her hand, she saw a trickle of almost-black blood floating upwards before fading into the water. She looked down at her feet, expecting to see the empty bottom of the lake- there was no emptiness.

A coral reef filled with colorful and varying sizes of fish greeted her sight. Then her eyes moved to her feet- well, they looked like feet to say in the least. They were webbed... and a pale gray in color. She was a fish? And her teeth were sharp... Retha inspected her hands as well, noting that they too were webbed and had sharp claws.

So... maybe she had a glowy antennae too... She sweat-dropped at that. Yeah. Nemo reference. Looking upwards, she saw a faint glow of blue where the sun hit the water, refracting over the sandy and reef-crowded ground.

Looking down at the coral-reef again, she then realized that she had never noticed how beautiful it's life forms were. She looked behind her back and found a long, shark-like tail at the end. But she frowned when she realized that she no longer had her belongings, including her Ipod.

She suddenly smiled. Maybe this was her heaven. Being a fish-person for the rest of her life wasn't something she hated.

But then... her One Piece manga...

A little tear drooped out of the corner of her eye.

She missed it already.

Turning around, she decided to practice moving around in her new habitat. It seemed like a pretty good idea, after all.

.::.

Somewhere on the water's surface...

"Captain! This is dangerous Sea King territory, don't you think that we should go around this one area?"

An indigo-haired man humphed, looking up laboredly before stretching his arms behind his back and yawning.

"Nah, just go on forwards. Not like anything could sense this ship. Remember? Seastone-covered bottom?"

"O-oh yeah."

The captain stood up, fingers still laced behind his head. The relaxed, smiling expression on his face hid the dangerous abilities he held within him. This captain's name was Nikolas Tande. He had tanned skin and short, choppy bluish hair.

A brown trench coat with a white dress-shirt underneath dressed his muscular yet slim frame. He wore a pair of black pants along with a pair of brown, lace-up boots. A black-bladed katana in it's ebony sheath set itself on his back, a pair of similarly colored guns with silver designs at the sides of his hips.

His silverish-yellow eyes calmly looked out over the sea. He and his crew of 41 were on their way to make a name for themselves.

No, Nikolas wasn't like the rest of the pirates out there. He wasn't looking for One Piece at all, he just wanted to make a name for himself. Tired of being scorned and known as a coward back home, he left to show that he could be something.

"Hey, Laurence."

"Y-yes sir?"

Laurence Conely was an easily startled man with shoulder-length brunette hair and black eyes. He normally cooked, but he was also well-known as the best gunsmith on the ship. He generally pushed his pair of black-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose as a sort of nervous tick. Laurence usually used a long, hunting rifle as his weapon.

An attachable blade which was especially designed for his weapon was strapped to his upper arm and placed in a sheath. He wore a gray dress-shirt instead, a pair of black-colored dress pants on his lower-half. A darker-grey cloth was wrapped around his waist and tied in a knot. He wore a pair of tough, black dress-shoes- which most of the crew members found unusual for a pirate, but they beared with it.

After all, everyone has their quirks.

"What direction are we headed in?"

Laurence sweat-dropped, along with every other crewmember on deck. Their captain was also well-known for his sad memory. Really, it was sad.

The gunsmith turned towards Ashleigh, who knew what was coming.

"Yah, yah cap'n." The blonde replied, annoyed. "We have already passed ze Grand Line and are currently headed for ze Archipelago. Work on ze memory, will ze?!"

Nikolas gave Ashleigh a momentary stink-eye, who sent it right back twice as forceful.

Their captain rolled his eyes, turning on his heel and going back to his cabin to sleep. He hated waking up suddenly and then finding he couldn't go back to sleep again. It annoyed him like nuts, which was something he was allergic too... yeah. Nothing with nuts in it for him.

Even for a captain with the ability to read an opponents mind, swordsmanship skills of a professional, and a price of 80,000,000 beli on his head, Nikolas wasn't perfect.

After all, nobody is.

.::.

Retha found herself deep in a conversation with a couple of colorful stingrays and some puffer fish. They were discussing the logics of how it'd be like to walk on land, and when Retha told them that she had been "up there," they were amazed by her and pulled her into the conversation.

A violet-spotted pufferfish curiously floated over to her legs, before speaking softly like the rest of the fish.

"Are these what you use to walk on this "land?"

Retha smiled, nodding her head. "Yeah, pretty much."

The pufferfish sighed and bounced itself lightly against the two limbs. "I wish I had those..." The rest of the fish laughed, and the violet-spotted one frowned at them, puffing itself up dramatically in annoyance.

"S-shutup! I don't want them literally! I just wish that I had her body structure in general."

"Phese phese phese~! That would be so funny looking!" One of the stingray commented, laughing all the while. Retha found herself enjoying this heaven.

She looked about, and noticed that the sun was beginning to go down.

"Ah, phese~ we should be going now guys." The stingray commented, turning to swim away. "Bye Retha! It's been wonderful talking to you."

The rest of the sea creatures holding the conversation agreed, swimming away as well, all saying farewell. Retha smiled, turning and easily swimming away. The teen had torn her black jeans up to her mid-thigh so that it was more comfortable, doing the same for her sweater sleeves.

She had also torn almost all of the bottom half of her hoodie off in order for the gills on her waist to function better.

Swimming even faster through the darkening waters and mastering a speed that she hadn't thought possible (her newfound tail helped a lot in this). During the conversation, the stingray had mentioned meeting someone like her before. Were there other people that ended up in this heaven as well? Perhaps there were. She didn't mind sharing her heaven with others. Everyone should be able to enjoy it.

Suddenly just then, a dark shadow passed over her.

Looking up, she saw what appeared to be a ship's hull above her. But it looked so old-fashioned... and to top it off it was gigantic. Swimming up to it curiously, she tapped lightly on the surface of the wood.

Shrugging, she was going to swim off before it registered to her that there could be people on board. Excited by that fact, she swam around it and surfaced.

This was honestly the first time that she had surfaced, as for most of her arrival here, she mainly swam around the watery haven and held conversations with fish. Maybe this was the "giant wood-piece" one of the puffer fish said that passed above them.

Hearing laughing voices and singing- oh wait. Something suddenly clicked in her head. This all seemed too familiar. She wasn't too extremely far into the One Piece series, but all of this seemed too strangely related to the series- just what pirate ship was this? Swimming backwards to attempt at spotting the ship's flag, she stopped and looked carefully, squinting slightly.

She saw the flag on the ship- and nearly choked on a frothy mix of air and water when the image suddenly registered in her mind.

It was the Whitebeard Pirates.

Oh my... CLIFFHANGERTROLOLOLOLOLOL :D

I'm such a bitch :)

I'll update soon as possible! Sorry for any confusing stuff or mistakes...