So, here it is, Chapter 3. Hang with me a moment, as is customary, I need give my thanks to my reviewers.

–Poseida Lunar -Finalangel509 -allycat17 -Hellyeah13-04

And those who have my love for reviewing both chapters:

–EternityBeckons -Msaju17 -Whiterosetenshi -TwilightFever-FutureCullen

And especially AllBlue95, who took the time to message me.

I'd also like to say that I went to ACEN, I met two people cosplaying as Law, and I hugged them both. I feel special. Next year I plan on actually cospaying as Alana at ACEN… if I can find enough tornado patches…

Last time:

Fox walked back into the kitchen, grinning like a fool. "Lanie, you lazy little pain in my ass," Fox's grin grew, "you're no longer going to be a pain in my ass; oh no, you're going to be a pain in that pirate, Law, his ass."

Continuing:

Alana sat in the employee locker room, staring blankly at her now empty locker. She'd pulled her coat on numbly and sat down hard on the bench, quarter staff across her lap.

"Lanie?" Mazie walked in. "Lanie, your little supernova is waiting for you and I don't think he really likes waiting…"

Alana stood slowly. "Hey Mazie…"

The brunette bombshell smiled, "what is it Honey?"

A whimsical smile formed on the blonde's lips. "I'm finally free." She walked out, through the kitchen, into the dining area.

Law gave her a knowing smile as he raised his cup of sake to her.

She walked over to the table and sat in the empty seat beside Bepo and the blond man with the green and pink hat.

For a while, no one said a word.

"Why?" It was the only thing Alana could think of.

Law set his empty cup on the table and filled it, and a second cup, with more sake. "Bepo tells me you can fly, Miss Alana."

"I can, when I feel like it." She pulled her hair out of its bun, letting the messy golden locks fall just past her shoulders.

Law pushed the second cup across the table to her "To freedom."

"I don't drink." She pushed the cup back toward Law. The last time she drank was the last time she saw her crew and Captain Wolfe.

"Just this once and I'll tell you why I want you on my crew." He pushed the cup back toward her.

Alana was tempted to tell him 'I don't need to know that badly,' but curiosity was eating her up from the inside out. She wordlessly took the cup and sipped the sake. It burned soothingly down her throat.

Law reached into the pocket of his jeans and produced a folded up piece of paper. He pushed it across the table to her. He leaned back, watching her.

She set her cup down slowly and picked up the paper, unfolding it gently.

Her picture took up most of the space on the wanted poster, the name 'Alana "Hurricane" Monroe' was scrawled below 'Dead or Alive' and above '75,000,000 Beli.'

"Huh… not really my best picture," she folded the poster back up and pushed it back to Law.

Law just smiled a little wider as he put the poster back in his pocket. "Get your things and meet us in Grove 21 in 1 hour. I trust you'll be able to find us?"

Alana nodded, stood, and ambled out of Hurricane Grove toward her home in Grove 29.

Her home was a small, sparsely decorated, abandoned apartment. She shrugged off her jacket as she set her staff beside the door. She fingered the tornado embroidered on the back of her jacket. If she looked close enough, she could just barely see the Wolfe Pirate Jolly Roger (a wolf howling at a skull shaped moon) peeking through. Alana sighed and set the jacket on the table, smoothing the left sleeve flat. Digging through one of the closets, she found a bucket of white paint.

"I'm a Pirate of Heart now…" she poked a finger into the white paint and carefully finger painted Law's Jolly Roger onto the shoulder of her jacket.

All of her things fit into a duffle bag.

Alana let the paint on her jacket dry before pulling it on once again and shouldering her back. Her staff went across her shoulders and she hooked her arms over either side as she sauntered off to Grove 21.