CIL4: OMFG CHAPTER TEWW!

Luffy: Meat? for me? puppy eyes

CIL4: puts on anti-puppy eye mask Sure, once the chapter has ended and when you say the disclaimer!

Luffy: Chibi Inuyasha Lover 4ever does not own One Piece... Gold Roger and E.O.-sensei does.

CIL4: Now, make the readers read or else no meat for Luffy 83

Luffy: READ YOU STUPID PEOPLE! I WANT MEAT!

Out of the Frying pan, and into the Blue.

A cool breeze swept over Shira's headed face. Breathing heavily from shock and fright, she lay on the hard Earth she had been unwillingly dropped on.

Her back ached from the fall. Moving a single muscle reacted in her screaming in pain, she dared not move. Quietly she lay. Hoping, praying, that this was all a dream and some ass just hurt her back. Whatever had happened to her, she did not like it.

Staring up into the open sky, she pondered what the hell HAD happened. All she could remember was walking to the bus on a rainy day! How did she go from rain to sunshine, from pleasure to pain, from clue-filled to clueless in a matter of unknown seconds? 'If this is a dream, then I must be going emo… or maybe I am violent and ruthless on the inside… or maybe-' Shira's thoughts were cut short when the sound of footsteps rumbled in the grass. Her reaction was quick and cowardly, she shut her eyes and halted her breathing.

Much to her distaste, the footsteps were slow. Quickly and quietly inhaling small amounts of air, she kept her patience. The footsteps neared. With every step she heard her heart beat speed in her chest. Through her eyelids she felt a shadow covering the heat of the sun. Taking one last breath of air she froze, awaiting her fate.

Much to Shira's surprise, she was greeted by a voice. The voice of a boy, sounding in his teens, his voice recently broken.

"Is this some retarded type of training?" Shira took in another sly breathe and held her ground. "You do realize you'll die if you don't breathe, right?" That was when Shira knew that the teen meant no harm. Peeking an eye open, she gazed up at the boy. Judging from his appearance, she inhaled a large batch of air in relief. "So you DO breathe." The teen joked. Shira scowled at him.

"You shouldn't scare people like that!" the boy chuckled.

"I wasn't trying to."

"Well… don't walk so slowly! It sounds like you're about to kill someone!" the boy went out into an all out howl of laughter.

"Did I really scare you? Just by walking?" Shira closed her eyes in embarrassment and heard him sit to her left. "So, what are you doing here? I mean, it's not everyday you find ho-oooo-ANY girls just lying in the wheat fields you know." The boy struggled to refrain from using the word 'hot'

"It's not like I planned it." Shira muttered.

"Not planned it? Then why don't you just move."

"I CAN'T move."

"Why the hell not?" the teen chuckled

"…my back hurts…" the boy's laughs ceased.

"Surely it couldn't to the extent of not being able to stand." Shira rolled her eyes.

"Apparently, it is. If I could move, I'd be facing you as I speak."

"Well, let me help." The tan boy stood, reading his hands for pick up. Shira's eyes widened dramatically.

"OH no, no, no. I'll get up on my own eventual- ARGH!" Shira gritted her teeth in pain and the boy lifted her up. Small tears ran down her face.

"Come on, I'll take you to a doctor." Shira scowled through her tears.

"What makes you think I'm going to go anywhere with a complete stranger who I just let, let alone take me to another random person who could feel me up thanks to his title!" The teen smirked under his hat.

"Because I'm holding you, and your back hurts."

Needless to say, the boy had won that argument. Running across the lands, Shira felt the breeze hit her face like ice on a hot plate. Shira closed her eyes and waited for it all to be over. Due to her short patience, she fell asleep in the stranger's arms, pain and wind as her lullaby.

After waking up from what seemed like an eternity of sleep, Shira felt herself rocking like a baby in a crib. Groaning, she attempted to lift herself up and much to her surprise, it worked. Painlessly. Looking down at her self, she squeaked when she realized she was no longer wearing her jacket, or her shirt. Hastily hoisting the duvet that covered her over her chest, she felt her cheeks heat. The NERVE of some people! Who ever healed her back may have ridden her of her pain, but ridding her of her shirt was a little much! Snapping her head in the direction of a door, she half squealed.

"H-HEY! DON'T. Come. In." Well, some people sure don't listen these days, the door opened to reveal a woman in her mid thirties in a white lab coat. Readjusting her glasses, she walked to Shira's side and sat on her bed end.

"Don't worry, I'm the one stopping anyone else coming in here. It's good to see that you're awake and sitting. Your back injuries were DIRE!" Shira looked away in shame, only to regret it a second later. Not only was some weird guy with man make-up on his face staring at her through the window, but Shira realized that she was OUT AT SEA! Shira jolted back in surprise, sheets still held firmly on her, and pointed a shaky finger at the window. She then realized that her shirt wasn't the only thing missing… "OI! BRAT!" the brunette woman yelled, "GET UP ON DECK BEFORE I GET CAPTAIN TO KICK YA IN THE BALLS!" Well, that did it. In the blink of an eye, the boy disappeared. The woman turned to Shira with reassuring glass covered blue eyes. "It's okay, THAT little pervert won't be spying on you, but I'll close the curtains just in case." Shira still stood there. Frozen. A single, unsteady finger directed at the window.

"Wha- Where- Wha- HUH?!" The woman chuckled and covered the window with thick velvet red curtains.

"My dear, don't you know where you are? You're lucky our crew member found you!" Shira still did not move.

"I… I… I'm… I'm at-"

"Yes, dear, you are at sea," Shira's eyes widened slightly, her stance never changing, "You know, it's that big thing of water, really salty water, that you sail on, swim in, and sometimes pee in?" she joked as Shira's jaw dropped.

"Wha… I can't be at sea!" Shira yelled in frustration.

"Calm down dear-"

"NO! Oh no, no, no. Just give me my clothes, and I'll be off." Shira quickly blabbered as she paced to the bed to fiddle with her pillow in frustration.

"But, we're two leagues out at sea!"

"I DON'T CARE!" Shira half yelled, half cried. 'This is NOT happening…'

"I'm afraid all your clothes have been discarded. The captain ordered that you wear these." The woman strolled over to a nearby wardrobe and pulled out a black T-shirt and denim knee shorts with a pink jacket, "He said you're clothes were in appropriate for travel and you would catch your death in the weather we go through." Shira froze. AGAIN.

"…Where exactly am I…?" The woman laughed and handed her the clothes.

"My name is Kana. Haruno Kana. And you my dear, are on board the Oro Jackson."

"The Oro wha?" Kana laughed.

"The Oro Jackson. Pirate ship of Pirate King Gold Roger."

If Shira was holding a glass, she would've dropped it by now.

"…PIRATES?!"

Me: Okay, Luffy, Sit!

Luffy: sits

Me: ...like a puppy.

Luffy: does as he's told

Me: GOOD BOY! throws Luffy a really big piece of meat

Luffy: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!

Shira: Pirates? What the crap? There's no such things as pirates!

Me and Luffy: YES THERE IS!!!!!!!!!!!

Shira: o-o

Me: JOIN US NEXT TIME! On chapter three: Gold, Crew, and Pirate Lessons.