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The rookie watched as Tebeeb picked up the dying teenager and took her inside, though the rookie did not see where Tebeeb went he would place money on the young doctor taking the girl to his infirmary, which was placed annoyingly down two sets of stairs. The captain did not follow the doctor nor did any of the other crewmembers. The first mate Benn and Captain Shanks were bent over something that was pinned to the bottom of the mast by a bloodied carving knife. The youngest rookie, who had found the blood, went to be sick again and for once the older pirate felt sorry for him. Walking over to his captain the young rookie found what was causing the fuss; it was a letter sealed in an envelope. Opening the letter carefully the captain began to read, after getting halfway through the captain dropped the letter and paled considerably, the contrast with his hair would have been amusing had it not been for the dire situation and the fact that the person who looked afraid was the legendary Shanks. The rookie tried to read it through also but he became pale as he got halfway through and realised that the note wasn't written in red ink. If he were a weaker man he may have been sick but he prided himself in being stronger than the average weak man. The ship began to fill up as the other crewmembers slowly got back onto the ship. Those who had previously been tired woke up instantly as they heard the news. Was the mass murderer challenging them?
Infirmary
The pirate stood over the bleeding woman trying desperately to wash her wounds and stitch them up as soon as possible, he would deal with replacing the blood after the young woman was safe from losing any more and possibly dying (which was looking inevitable at that point in time.) Cleaning the wound to her stomach he found the most disgusting thing he had ever seen had happened to the poor girl, the psychotic mass murderer had taken out one of her organs, not a major organ he had to admit, but taking out an organ with out antiseptic or painkillers would have been so awful, painful and not to mention terrifying for the young woman. Subconsciously he lifted a hand and stroked her hair, perhaps in hindsight he was trying to make himself feel better or perhaps he wanted to make her feel safe, the truth was the girl was unconscious, nothing he did would make her feel better while she was falling through the limbo known as inner darkness. It was the first time the doctor had ever wanted to leave his medical room and throw up. The guy who had done this was in a league of his own.
Two and a half days later- Sera
I couldn't hear any sounds apart from the gentle sound of what could have been waves crashing against something, what I didn't know. I rejoiced at the sound letting it wash over me, every now and then I could hear the creak of floor boards letting me know there was at least one other with me. I do not know whether it is normal or not to feel discomfort at the thought that another maybe very close to you. I let my eyes open slowly, taking in the room around me. It was dark but not so dark that I couldn't see, a lamp in the corner of the room lit everything around me, making frightening shadows on the walls. A porthole window was just over the bed that I was laying in, judging by the colour outside it was night time, possibly during the day things were a bit lighter in this room, I didn't know. I'm sure I've never been here before, this thought also discomforted me beyond belief. Sitting up I felt the most horrific ache in my stomach area, deciding I was probably just hungry I left it. Looking around the room again I saw nothing of interest: books, vials filled with different coloured liquids, pictures of skeletons with labels all over them. Something caught my eye, it was red and shiny, wondering what it was I turned to look at it. I felt the shock and horror I had probably never felt before, they were knives tiny little knives with blood on them, not old blood new blood. I opened my mouth to let out a loud scream, after a second or two I realised one important factor, I couldn't scream. Why couldn't I scream? I tried again, nothing happened, I tried talking, nothing came out. Another thought hit me just as hard as not being able to talk had, not only did I not know where I was but I also didn't know who the hell I was and why was I afraid of some tiny knives, they couldn't possibly do any damage. Another thought hit me like a ton of bricks, what if the user of this knife had stopped me talking? What if they knew who I was but they stopped me knowing? Was that even possible? Surely it was after all I couldn't talk and I didn't know who I was. Getting up off the bed I felt as though my bones had been turned into jelly and the aches across my body became so painful I wanted to scream out in pain, but I couldn't let the people upstairs (those who were creaking the floor boards) know that I was awake and that I was onto them. Something within me, at the back of my mind was nagging at me yet I couldn't quiet understand what it was trying to tell me but something felt wrong. My mind tried desperately to cast me back but the only thing I got out of it was remembering someone stroking my hair, inside I felt a strange feeling and an image flashed before my mind, so fast I couldn't recognise it but I felt such fear that I had never felt before. I started to shake uncontrollably unable to catch my breath yet in a strange way still able to breath. My knees collapsed to the floor protecting my body from the impact of the cold hard wood beneath them. After I collapsed loudly I heard muffled voices coming from above and then the sound of fast footsteps. After a minute or two a muscled man entered the room before me, a look of concern on his face. A moment of pure fear passed over me; if it were physical it would be highly possible that it could have squashed me beneath it. I knew in that second I had to get out I had to protect myself, I was in danger. Why? I didn't know. How did I know? Instinct I suppose.
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Preview: I ran under his legs, the man however made no attempt to grab me, instead he followed after me, a calm collected look on his face. Running to the upper deck of the ship I began to remember things like the ladder and the door. I headed over to the ladder as fast as I could wanting to be somewhere that I knew, somewhere I felt safe and then I heard it, a voice I recognised though I couldn't place the face "Hey where are you going?" The voice asked, unable to control myself I ran to the voice…
