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Nami: What a surprise…

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Chapter 2: The Mystery Island

"LAND HO!" shouted a familiar voice. It was none other than Sanji, the cook. He was currently up on the crow's nest peering through the spy glass. "An island? Where?" shouted Ussop. "It's straight ahead you Long-Nose pansy! Open your eyes!" said the cook. "I'm a pretend you didn't say that! Anyway, go wake up Nami!" said Ussop. He leaned over the railing and adjusted his goggles until a small island came into view.

"Ah! The dumb ero-cook was right! It is an island!" he said happily. "Luffy! Wake up! We've arrived at another island!" He tried to wake his captain, but to no avail. "Dammit! Stupid idiot! Oi Luffy! Get your skinny rubber-butt up!" Ussop picked him up and started to shake him, but he wouldn't wake up. After countless seconds that seemed like hours, Ussop managed to shake Luffy awake.

"Ahhh!!! Ussop! Why are you shaking me!? I'm up, I'm up!" cried Luffy! Ussop let him go and chuckled softly. "I thought you were dead Luffy. Fortunately, I saved you from an untimely death…" "Oh please!" said Sanji. "You expect him to believe…" "YOU SAVED MY LIFE!? I WAS DYING!? OH MY GOD, THANKS USSOP!" shouted Luffy stupidly. "Baka…" mused Sanji under his breath. He continued to peer through the spyglass. "It's not a big island. Fairly small in fact…" Nami came through the door of her room yawning loudly. "What's going on?" she asked.

"We've spotted an island Nami-swan!" cried Sanji. He rushed down to the deck and handed Nami the spyglass. Nami peered through the glass and saw the island. As Sanji said earlier, if was fairly small. Fortunately it was a port city island. "Ah! A port city! I haven't shopped in weeks! I wonder what this island is called." It's called Mystery Island…" said Robin. As usual she was in her chair reading a book. "Good morning Robin-chwan! Did you get a good night sleep!?" cried Sanji. "Yes I did. Thank you for asking cook-san." Sanji almost swooned with joy. "Shut up and go make breakfast…" said Nami irritably. "Yes Nami-swan!"

He rushed into the kitchen to make breakfast. Nami turned her attention to Robin. "Why is it called Mystery Island?" she asked. "I believe it was said that 50 years ago, an entire family was murdered in a house on a hill and their ghosts still continue to haunt the house…" replied Robin. "Oh so the people haunt the house! You can see the ghosts!? Cool!" cried Luffy. He jumped on top of the ship's figurehead and shouted, "Onward to Mystery Island!" Nami shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "You're the captain." she said.

Chopper woke up from his sleep and stretched. "Ah! What a refreshing sleep! Morning guys!" he said cheerily. "Morning." everyone replied. "What's going on?" asked Chopper. Luffy turned around to Chopper and gave him his infamous 'We're-gonna-do-something-really-stupid-because-our-captain-loves-adventure' grin. "Oh no!" cried Chopper. "It's Luffy's 'We're-gonna-do-something-really-stupid-because-our-captain-loves-adventure' grin!" He hid behind Ussop. "Where are we going?" "Mystery Island" replied Luffy with a grin. "Why is it called 'Mystery Island'?" asked Chopper. "People were murdered on that island and ghosts haunt it! Cool eh?" replied Luffy. "THE ISLAND IS HAUNTED!?" Ussop screamed. "Eerrr…my 'I-can't-visit-haunted-islands-itis' is acting up…" "Yeah!" agreed Chopper. "Mine too!" "Don't worry guys! Nothing will happen to us! Nothing could possibly go wrong!" cried Luffy. "We're now officially doomed…" Nami said.

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"What!? This price is simply outrageous!" cried a girl. She was a rather short young woman, about 5"1'. She had flaming red hair that reached past her shoulders and grass green eyes that flashed with slight fury. She wore a sky blue dress that had a dark blue under-skirt and under shirt that hid her cleavage. It just barely covered her knees and was short-sleeved. A single dark blue band rang around the mid-section of the dress. She also wore a dark blue beret-like hat with two blue ribbons coming out of the bottom. She had a long scar across the left side of her face, two cross shaped scars across her chest, and scars that began at her shoulders and ended at her hands on her arms. She wore knee-high black boots and had on a golden moon pendant on a black string. She was 17.

"Ya cheating me!" she cried at the bartender. "I'm afraid not wee lass." replied the man. "You ran up quite the bill with all that food ya ate." "Look man…" she said in a thick cockney accent. "…I ain't ate that much! Ya must be off ya rocka if ya think I'm payin sumthin so outlandish!" The bartender sighed and took out a notepad. "Let's see, ya had 20 bowls of ramen, 10 plates of the house special, 8 glasses of milk, and 17 slices of huckleberry pie. Now all that comes to is 1050 beli." The girl sat back in her seat and stared at the man with a blank look. Her cheeks flushed a pinkish tint.

"Damn Amy…" she said sheepishly. "Sorry sir, I'll just pay you…" She reached into her small sack and pulled out the money. "Here ya go, sorry for the outburst." "No problem." said the bartender. She walked out the bar and breathed a heavy sigh. "Oi Amy…" she said to herself. "…learn ta control ya frickin appetite!" She walked down the busy streets until she got to a small house. She went inside and plopped on a couch. "Ms. Quana! I'm home!" A small old woman slowly walked down the stairs of the house. She had grey hair tied into a bun and wore a simple pink dress and slippers. A white knitted shawl draped her shoulders.

"Home so soon eh?" asked the old woman. "Yeah…" the girl replied. "How's business?" "How's business? Business is great!" said Ms. Quana. "People are practically lining up to visit the haunted house!" "That's good to hear." said the girl. She laid down the couch with her arms crossed and stared at the ceiling. "Is the story of the family being murdered really true Ms. Q?" she asked. Ms. Quana took her cane and hit the girl's knee. The girl yelped in pain and quickly sat up. "Ouch!" she cried. "Asking me if it's true!?" cried the old woman. "I swear, youngens these days have no respect for elders… Of course the story's true! Do you dare doubt my stories Amy!?" Not if ya gonna be swingin that cane around…" said Amy as she rubbed her knee. Ms. Quana gave her a frown and whacked the girl in the other knee. "Ouch dammit!" cried Amy. "What the hell!?" The old woman just grunted and walked into another room.

"You're lucky…" she mused. "Lucky? How?" asked Amy. "If it wasn't for your stupid condition, you'd have two big knots on that thick head of yours…" said Ms. Quana. "You could've bet your lucky stars on that." Amy stuck her tongue at the doorway to the room the woman entered. "Amy!" she called. Amy jumped but answered the woman's call. "Yes?" "I'm going to the house." said Ms. Quana. "I'm sensing that some eager young kids want to try the challenge." "Oh ain't that so?" said Amy sarcastically. Ms. Quana ignored Amy's response and headed out the front door. "Don't get yourself into any trouble, alright Amy?" called the old woman. "Sure thing Ms. Q…" replied Amy. "Sure thing…"