Hello people time for chapter two. I do not own One Piece, clearly. I thank my reviewer 10th squad 3rd seat. And those following my stories, Hemus, kazekuro, and 10th squad 3rd seat. So now that I have said all that I will now begin the second chapter.

LAW

Even with a sinking boat we reached Green Sea island before night fall. Green Sea island was known for makig boats which was exactly what we needed.

The next morning we went searching. We were directed to a small shop off the corner of main street. "Hey! You're the guys from yesturday!" A guy shouted. He had a teal hat, long hair, ad sunglasses. I had never seen him before.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"Nothing. Just something my sister pointed out to me last night." The guy said. Another guy walked out of a random door that branched off of the main boatyard we all stood in.

"Talking about our little pretty princess?" The second guy asked. He suddenly got hit in the head with something. He fell to the floor as the rest of us looked up.

It was a girl. She had waist length brown hair and big green eyes. She wore a baggy T-shirt that went down to her mid-thigh. "Hmm. I thought I heard someone call me princess. Did you hear anything like that big brother?" She asked cocking her head to the side.

"No Milo. And you shouldn't be wearing just a shirt in the mainyard." The guy scolded her. The girl started down the stairway that led from the cat walk she was on to where we were.

"Oh don't get your knickers in a twist big brother. I've got shorts on." The girl answered walking past the boy and through a door. Another guy walked up. This one was older. Probably fifty or so.

"Morning Shachi. Did you and Milo pick up the supplies I asked for yesturday?" He asked his arms crossed. The guy nodded.

"Yeah. Though Milo kept getting sidetracked." The guy answred with a shake of his head as if the thought of 'Milo' getting sidetracked didn't surprise him. The older guy sighed and ran a hand through his hair before jamming a rather odd looking hat on his head.

"Honestly that girl. The only thing that can hold her attention are those gosh darn electronics." The older guy said with yet another sigh.

"Oi! boys I can hear you." The girl said as she leaned aganist the doorframe with a tub of ice cream and a spoon in her hands.

"Maybe that was the point." The younger of the two guys said. He pointed to something on the ground. "Oh look something shiny." He said mockingly. The girl scowled before grining evilly.

"Oh look Shachi. It's a black cat about to cross your path." She said before taking a bite out of the ice cream. She looked so calm.

"What? Where?" The guy demanded looking around rather nervousily. The girl chuckled. The guy turned to glare at her and than an alarmingly amusing torment on both sides ensued. Suddenly the older guy hit them both in the head.

"Stop your bickering while customers are here." He snapped. The girl looked at us and than at what she was wearing.

"You lot didn't see anything." She declaired pointing her spoon at us almost threateningly before dashing back up the way she had came and disappearing through a door I hadn't noticed. The older man sighed.

"Sorry about them." He told us.

"But Boss. That was all Milo's doing." The younger guy protested.

"I'm sure." He said dryily. Silence enveloped us. A few minutes later the girl reemerged this time fully clothed. She now wore a light blue tanktop, baggy black cargo pants that seemed to be made up of nothing but pockets, and tan combat boots with black laces. She looked around and sighed.

"Honestly Shachi shouldn't you start askinng the customer whta kind of specifications he wishes his boat to have?" She asked as she returned the ice cream to where she had origanally gotten it from.

"And where are you going this early in the morning?" The guy questioned her. The girl rolled her eyes.

"Whatever Shachi." She said before turning on her heel and walking away. The older man turned to us.

"I think I have the perfect ship for you." He said.

"Really?" The younger guy asked confused even though the older man was obviously talking to us. The older guy nodded.

"It's getting the finishing touches added to it right now." The older guy said. The guy grined. Than he frowned as if he had thought of something.

"If you're talking about Milo's sub it may be a hard sell." The younger guy informed the older one.

"It may ease the bickering betwee the two of you." The older guy suggested.

"Or widen the rift." The guy muttered.

The girl cleared her throat from the doorway. "You boys really need to make sure I'm out of earshot before you start talking about me behind my back. As for selling my sub the guy behind ya' is the customer let him decide wheather or not he wants to buy it before you lot try and start sellin'." She said wth a glare that had both guys hanging their heads in shame. I chuckled causing both of them to glare at me.

"What are you laughing at?" The older one asked me. The girl sighed.

"Probably because I'm younger than both of you and I have to reprimand you for acting like children." The girl said hands on her hips. "Right?" She asked turning to me. I nodded she was at least close enough.

"What's this sub they keep talking about?" I asked her.

"Just an idea I had, but I can show it to you if you want." She said. I nodded. She turned and disappeared again, but this tiem I followed her. The sub had boat like qualities, but most of it seemed to be encased in a metal hull. "It's meant for underwater travel." The girl said as she climbed up the side and sat on the top.

"Did you build it?" I asked her.

"No. My older brother Shachi did. I'm doing all the techy stuff o the inside." She answered.

"What kind of stuff?" I asked.

"Sonar, pressure detectors, that kind of stuff. I'm debating wheather or not to put a sound system in there." She replied.

"What kind of sound system?" I asked curious to see what kind of tricks the girl had up her sleeves.

"Well one that wouldn't interfeer with the sonar, but something that can go throughout the whole ship." She answered kicking her feet back and forth, but being careful not to hit the sub. "Maybe a com systerm attached to it so that communication can be held throughout the whole ship." She added throughtfully.

"How long for the electronics to be done?" I asked.

"A week. If that." She answered jumping off the sub and landing in front of me.

"Alright. I'll be back to pick it up in a week." I informed her.

"What?" She gaped.

"I'm buying it." I told her. She seeme dto gain her composure. She crossed her arms.

"You're not buying my baby." She argued as the older man walked in.

"We build boats to sell them Milo. That includes your sub." He told her. She looked between us before turnig oh her heel and stomping away.