Quick update, becauseeee… I felt like it and I don't have school tomorrow (YAAAAY). Oh I love irregular updating times. +muahahahaha+

You can also see it as little gift to my reviewers TrunksgirlBlaze27, Jen567 and Youz who have reviewed every single chapter until now (yeah I know that I only have posted 3 so far) x]

To answer Melody's second question in this chapter: because the author is damn evil +evil-laugh+

This chapter is not all that vital, but I guess that it's kinda funny. ENJOY!

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Shortly after she awoke in her room, they landed on an island. How long have I been sleeping damnit? Probably around three days, if we already arrived. And why the hell am I always left unconscious? Her belly still hurt. Stupid Law! Doesn't know how to treat a lady! Okay, no, let's drop the lady…

They needed to stock up their supplies and Law had planed something as they informed her, though nobody would tell her what. She would see soon enough was all they said, but judging by their malicious grins, it wouldn't be all to appealing to her.

It was tiny island summer island and most surprisingly was that there was a marine base even here. Probably there were many pirates causing a ruckus even on this part of the Grand Line. Whatever, which pirate would voluntarily anchor on an island with a marine base? Well it was none of her concern and she had found out long ago that pirates were some rather crazy people.

She really hoped that she was allowed to leave the sub. For a moment she feared, that her defiance towards Law back then, would end up in her being left in cage or something. She wasn't exactly mad at him… Just kidding she was, but it was her fault after all and she could handle that. Yet she really wanted to get out.

The few times they emerged, where hardly enough to get a proper amount of fresh air in her opinion, but she was corrected by Law that it was sufficient till they reached the next island.

Law seemed to notice her questioning look. "You can come too, but you'll stay by my side, so that I can make sure you behave."

"Oh my, a whole day at the side of such a nice man, I'm really a lucky one." Yeah sarcasm was her loyal companion in every situation. Although it could also be considered masochism. No one could tell for sure.

His smirk bore something sadistic as he told her "Not one day Miss Melody, the Log Pose needs three days to set and you will accompany me during our whole stay. By the way we are staying at the harbor-inn. You will have your own room of course."

Melody just gaped at him. Was he serious? Judging by his laid-back attitude he was. At least she could walk on solid ground again.

Soon afterwards they docked at a bay at the outskirts of the town. She frowned at the earth she was currently standing on. I hope this is worth it.

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As Melody and Law walked through the streets, they noticed that the town's days of prosperity had ebbed away long ago. They passed a small shop with clothes in the window. CLOTHES! Melody's feet had stopped without her consent. How much did she want to have some more pieces of clothing than the few - now mostly ragged ones - she got from old lady Mary in Vira.

At the moment however she didn't have any money to afford the so much wanted items and as she was just about to move on she was interrupted by the smooth voice of a certain pirate "You didn't have many belongings when we got them from your home, so I assume that you didn't live there for long?"

It was more of a statement than a question. She sighed "Got that right Law. I was washed ashore just a month before you came and am from another world where vehicles exist that can fly through the sky and the whole world is discovered by now. No Grand Line, no pirates." It was the truth, but then again, who would believe it, here? He frowned. Apparently he didn't like being 'lied' to. It was a nice way to mock him and this was one of the few things that she really enjoyed to do, while in his company.

Without hesitation he grabbed her much smaller hand and pushed her into the shop, the smile never leaving its place.

"This young lady wishes to buy some clothes would you please be so kind as to show her what you can offer?" and seeing the questioning and insecure look on Melody's face he added, "and of course I'll pay for, whatever she wants." Now her look was more like a big, red question mark, changing to an evil smirk the same second, though. She wouldn't mind getting some new dresses and hoodies and shirts and boots…

He was so going to regret it, but reconsidering it he had probably enough money to buy the whole shop and would still have more than enough money to eat with ivory forks off gold plates. Her flood of thoughts was cut short by the shrill voice of the shopkeeper, who exclaimed "Oh, such a cute and generous boyfriend you have, dearie! I wished my husband was like that."

Melody's cheeks instantly flushed in a shade of pink at the comment and left her stuttering "N..No We are NOT.. you misunderstood! He's NOT my b..b..boyfriend!" The old woman laughed and blabbed something about young love being something wonderful, while showing her the best articles in the shop. Law was silently watching the struggling girl in front of him with pleasure. She shot him a warning glare, although there wasn't much she could do against this man. If there exists something like the Bug-Awards, he has definitely won them for the last ten years.

After what seemed an eternity to the young woman, she had finally found some fashionable items and even some nice undergarments, but she wouldn't try them on with this creep in the same room. I bet he's the kind of guy who'd sneak up on you while you're changing. Well if they didn't fit then she couldn't help it.

His fault if he goes shopping with a woman. She thought delighted, while placing the dresses and other products on the counter.

Eying the bill he muttered something that sounded like 'could have been worse' and paid the - as Melody found - huge amount of money, like it was nothing. Her spirits dropped a bit, but she was still grateful for her new possessions. At least a bit.

Once they had left the shop, with three new bags in a very girlish pink, they headed to the ancient looking inn, nobody saying a word. Just before they entered the building Law broke their uncomfortable silence "Well DEAR make yourself comfortable." She just glared at him, still too happy about the shopping trip.

Much to her chagrin, she had the room right beside Laws. Then again it was better than the tiny room - or whatever it was could be called – she had on the ship.

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The coming night and next day were mostly spent, drinking, at the tavern that was in the same house. Melody didn't mind a good drink or two… or three. The owner, how they found out, was once a pirate himself – although none of the crew had heard of him - so he didn't mind, 'where' the money came from.

At some point Melody really wished that she had a mobile or internet to free her from her boredom and she was never again going to complain about it.

On their second night at the little isle they held a party. Not that they needed a reason to do so. Laughter could be heard throughout the whole street.

Much to the crew's and Law's surprise, the girl stood up and borrowed the dusty old guitar that was hanging on a wall, for decoration purposes, from the barkeeper. Everybody laughed it off and made jokes about her probably being already too drunk to realize that she was about to make a fool out of herself.

Well they were not absolutely wrong. She was already a bit tipsy, but not that much!

Sooo what to play? AH, I know! A smile placed itself on her face, she didn't have the sweetest voice or the best guitar skills, but she was also far from being the worst.

She began to sing, despite the loud noise around her.

"Sail away where no ball and chain
can keep us from the roarin' waves.
Together undivided but forever we'll be free."

She started to drum her hand against the guitar in the rhythm of the song. People began to direct their attention to her.

"So sail away aboard our rig,
the moon is full and so are we.
We're seven drunken pirates.
We're the seven deadly sins"

The room went silent for a moment just to break out in loud cheering. Finally she added the guitar to complete the melody. Maybe that was the way to get through to the guys.

"So the years rolled by and several died
and left us somewhat reelin'.
Johnny strummed his Tommy gun,
left blastin' through the ceiling.
So what became of rebels,
who sang for you and me?
Grapplin' with their demons
In the search for liberty".

A long lively night with loads of grog and laughter was awaiting them.

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Song: Seven Deadly Sins by Flogging Molly