Kiteria: Hey again guys. Here it is, the revised second chapter. I adjusted a few things and chose to go with my friend Rain's idea of making things a little harder for the boys. You'll see what I mean when you get there. Hope you all enjoy. Oh! Before I forget, meant to ask. How would you guys like it if I did a video response to you guys' reviews and posted a link at the end of the next chapter (if fanfiction will let me that is)? Just an idea, let me know what ya'll think of the new chapter and the review response idea. Til next time, enjoy!


"You're late, you worthless piece of shit!"

A low, angered alto yelled before backhanding Katrina across the face, sending her flying back a few feet until she harshly collided into the wall. She gasped as pain spread through her back, but didn't say anything back to the blonde haired man before her. She'd learned long ago to keep her smart-aleck remarks to herself; it was less painful that way. Usually anyway.

"Just what were you doing out so late, huh?"

He demanded, stalking towards her and grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her head back as he pulled her forward, eliciting a pained gasp from her.

"Were you screwing your targets to get their money? Maybe I should put you to work in the brothel instead of letting you run around on the streets!"

Katrina tried to pull away from Jericho's grip only to have him pull her back to him.

"Or maybe I could teach you how to please people? I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you you little shit?"

He pushed her up against the wall, pressing himself against her. She could feel him against her thigh, his alcohol laden breath fanning out across her face making her almost gag.

"I got caught up getting money to pay back my debt Jericho, nothing more, nothing less."

She grit out, biting back the roll of insults and threats she wanted to spew at him.

"Don't let it happen again."

Jericho warned, pushing her hard against the wall before walking off.

"Bastard."

Katrina muttered to herself, nursing her cheek; there would be a bruise there come morning.

She had managed to get back to the brothel just as the sun set and would have been on time depositing the money she'd stolen if one of the workers from downstairs hadn't stopped to badmouth her and how Jericho apparently treated her better.

"I hate this place."

The brunette sighed as she made her way up the rest of the stairs to the bedroom she had been given to stay in. It was on the top floor at the very end of the hall. She could hear the women of the brothel giggling and whispering seductively to their clients as she opened her door. Even with the building being so big, the walls were paper-thin and the entire place echoed.

Collapsing onto her bed, Katrina ignored how the springs poked through the worn mattress and scratched at her sore back. She shifted to a more comfortable position, hoping to alleviate some of the pain, before glaring hatefully up at the ceiling as she heard the sounds of moans and screams of pleasure coming through the walls of the brothel that was her cage. Three years. Three years had passed since her and her old crew had stopped here for a drink to relax from their latest voyage at sea. They had all drank more than their fill and slowly passed out downstairs, some upstairs with the whores. When Katrina had come to, she was lying on the floor with Jericho standing over her, angrily demanding an explanation as to why her crew had split and left no money to pay their bill, just her. It didn't take her long to realize her captain had decided to leave her behind as payment, despite the two years she had spent onboard the ship of the Swift Pirates. Three years had passed and that 300-million berri debt she was forced to pay was finally cut in half, leaving her to have to scrounge up 150-million more until she had her freedom. She wasn't too sure what she'd do once she had it, but she knew for certain that if she ever saw her old crew again, she was going to give them a piece of her mind.


Law followed Bepo as his bi-pedaled friend walked ahead of them, sniffing the air to try to find someone. He had managed to meet back up with them after getting separated and told Law a girl named Katrina had helped him so he wanted to find her to say thanks. Bepo then asked Law if he could try and find her, since Law had wanted to leave for the Auction House straight away. Law had no problems against his furry friend's wishes as he too wanted to express his gratitude to this girl for helping Bepo return to him. A small detour from his plans wouldn't make that much of a difference. They would still go to see what the auction was like, besides, Law had a pretty good feeling that he would get a lead on him if he attended.

"I think he picked up on her scent."

Penguin said, pulling Law's attention to his polar bear friend in time to see him heading towards a building that all the men in Law's crew immediately wanted to go to.

'A brothel?'

Law wondered with a raised eyebrow, but followed after Bepo nonetheless.

Once inside the three-story building, Law and his men were instantly greeted by a tall blonde man dressed in bright, feathery clothes that clung too tightly to his body. His hair was spiked and his face was clean-shaven. Law could admit, the man before them was a rather attractive male. He looked like he kept himself fit and obviously had no problem showing it off with the open collared shirt that exposed his chest. The red feathered boa hanging around his neck drew attention to his muscular shoulders. The man had an air of confidence about him, but something dark was hidden in the blonde man's green eyes.

"Welcome, gentlemen! Any preferences to your women?"

The blonde asked with a wide, businesslike smile on his face.

"We're not here for your provided...entertainment."

Law told him, ignoring the groans of disappointment from his crew and turning to look at Bepo, who was sniffing at the air and scanning the room.

"Oh? Then why are you here?"

The blonde asked, his voice not as welcoming as before now that he knew they weren't paying customers.

"My friend here is looking for someone who helped him earlier today. We're simply here to give her our thanks."

He explained in a bored tone when he saw Bepo point a paw upstairs, waiting until the captain nodded before walking towards the steps.

"Hey! Only paying customers are allowed upstairs!"

The blonde man shouted in protest and was promptly ignored by Law and the others as they walked past him. They didn't get very far however before four men in black suits stepped in their way and prevented them from going any further.

"Only paying customers are allowed upstairs."

They all spoke in unison and Bepo turned to look at Law, concern on his face.

"Now if you men would like to pay for some company today I'd be more than happy to allow you upstairs."

The man from before said, stepping forward again, standing in front of the men in suits.

Law heard mumbling amongst his crew at the man's mention of the women and narrowed his eyes at the blonde.

"Move aside, we aren't here for your entertainment and I won't tell you again."

Law said before moving to head up the stairs as before, only to be blocked by one of the men in suits.

"No one is allowed upstairs unless Master Jericho says so or is a paying customer."

Getting irritated with the constant interruptions Law motioned forward with his hand and in the next instant his men rushed forward and subdued the men standing in their way. Jericho let out a far from manly scream of surprise as his men were taken down and he was left standing alone before an entire pirate crew.

"G-Go right up."

Jericho stuttered nervously before Bepo continued up the stairs following the scent of the girl who helped him, the rest of the crew following behind as before.

When Bepo stopped in front of a room at the end of the hall on the top floor and looked back at Law, the dark doctor raised an eyebrow in question.

"This where her scent ends, Bepo?"

The bear nodded. Law looked from his furry friend to the door before knocking and waiting with the rest of his crew as he heard mumbling from inside the room. The door was eased open to reveal a rather grumpy looking girl with light brown hair, glaring at them with blue-green eyes that reminded him of the ocean.

"Uh...hello?"

The girl asked warily as she looked at each of them in turn before her eyes returned to Law. He smiled internally when he saw she seemed to tell he was in charge at just a glance. He took in the defensive way she held the door open just enough so she could see out, but not enough so someone could come in unless they forced their way inside.

"Hello, Miss Katrina."

Law greeted amiably, and saw hostile eyes snap up to meet his gray ones.

"Mind if we come in?"