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Chapter Four: One Greedy Captain

"Kidd." A hefty pause. "Wake up."

Grunt. "Bastard. Let me sleep."

"You've got mail."

Another long pause. "That's what you woke me up for? I'll kill you, bitch!"

"Your bounty's been raised."

Kidd shot up straight in bed, eyes snapping open though the irises still took time to adjust to the light. "Shit man, why didn't you just say so in the first place?" he rasped.

Killer didn't respond, instead holding out a bundle of papers for Kidd to leaf through. Kidd cackled sleepily upon seeing his new bounty. Killer's had been raised as well. "I fucking rule," he boasted half-heartedly, still not yet fully awake.

"Check the last page."

"Hm?" Kidd complied, too out of it to respond with his usual, "Don't tell me what to do, idiot!" (Of course, he would end up doing what Killer had said anyway, but that was beside the point.) "Last page, last page, last page…Here. Eustass Kidd…terrorised village…harboring a fugitive Revolutionary with top-secret government documents…no survivors…bounty raised – hold the fuck on." Kidd backtracked wildly, eyes honing in on a specific sentence. "Fugitive Revolutionary with top-secret government documents? What the fuck? How the fuck? Sadie fuck?"

Kidd continued swearing, uncaring if he was waking his whole crew by now. The freaking wench had government material, and now they were after his crew because she was on it?

Hell.

Gurgle. Gurgle.

Sadie spluttered, trying to force as much air into her lungs as possible. "I'm sorry!" she cried, before she was dunked into the freezing cold ocean again, suspended by a single metal cuff attached to her ankle. Gurgle. Gurgle. "Stop!"

"Wench," Kidd sneered, maneuvering his hand so that she raised up against the side of his boat upside-down, until they were seeing eye to eye. "You left out a very vital part of your story, didn't you?" He shook his hand, shaking her as a result. "Where is it? Where is this so-called government document?"

"Lost it," Sadie gasped, "When I was coming to your ship. They think I still have it."

"I don't know why I've even gone so long without punishing you," Kidd went on, ignoring her statement, though he had heard her. "I should have killed you on day one."

"Don't–" Gurgle. Gurgle. Kidd could practically see Sadie run out of energy, the ocean's will completely draining her. Gurgle. Gurgle.

Kidd raised his arm one last time, ready to plunge her into the sea for good. He laughed maniacally.

"Kidd." The unexpected voice caused him to veer Sadie sharply to the left. She hit the side of the boat with a sickening thud.

"Oh, fuck!" he snarled, whirling around to face Killer with an annoyed look on his face. "What is it?" Kidd hissed. "She's of no use to us. Screw her Devil Fruit."

Killer nodded his masked head in agreement, aware that Kidd was close to snapping. "True, but think about it. She's actually done you a favour."

A favour? Kidd scoffed. "What are you fucking talking about?"

"She's brought even more attention to our crew. And the publicity can very well raise our bounties higher," Killer pointed out neutrally.

This caused Kidd to pause, his arm still suspended mid-air. "Yeah," he said slowly, "That's fucking true." He could see it now: millions of fleet ships would be sent after his boat, in search of a document they didn't even have anymore. They were strong. They could take out the Marines, easy. And if it got his crew into a threatening position, he could just hand them the girl and none would be the wiser.

Well, of course they'd still try to catch his crew afterwards, but whatever. He was Eustass fucking Kidd! He could handle anything that came his way.

"Hmm." Kidd raised his hand. Sadie dragged upwards by her ankle, battered and bruised and cut in several places. "Wench. You alive?"

She groaned.

"Good." Kidd tossed her onto the deck. "You listen here, Hawkins. You're going to do what I say, exactly when I say it. You will cause no trouble for us on this boat.

"And," he smirked smugly, "you'll raise our bounties while you're at it."

I lied. When I told Kidd that I didn't have the document anymore – I lied.

Sneaking around my small as heck room (previously a closet, but at least I wasn't forced to sleep with hundreds of testosterone filled men) I slipped a hand under my pillow (which lay across a bunch of potato sacks – the ship had lots of those) and felt around for a bit. My fingers encountered a couple small objects, until I just knew that I'd touched the right thing, probably another effect of my Devil Fruit. I slipped out a miniature wad of paper.

The government document.

In all honesty, I didn't know why they were all hyped up about it. All I'd done was steal them off a Marine captain's desk. Were they really that important? I returned the documents to normal size, flipped through the pages, but all that greeted me were symbols of some kind. The Marine's secret language.

Unluckily for them, the Revolutionarys had quite a few people who could decode it. Unluckily for me, I wasn't one of them. So I had no idea of figuring out what exactly was so special about the document until I could contact some of my comrades.

Right now, though, I was just happy to be alive. Because if I said that I wasn't afraid of Eustass, that would be complete bull. Oddly enough, when he was on board, he wasn't all that scary. But when his rage was directed to me, I practically wet my pants.

But anyway, the news article could actually work in my favour. Now that word was out that I was on Eustass' ship, surely some of the revolutionarys I was closer with would come to my rescue. Hopefully.

I sighed, before wincing when it caused me to hurt, well, everywhere. Standing up to the tips of my toes, I hid the minimized government document in a crack in the wall. I would have to remember that for when I needed it.

And just in time, too, because a throat cleared as soon as I retracted my hand. I turned around in slight surprise. It hurt to move. "Killer."

"Come with me," the masked man said, "I'll take you to Doc."

I paused, eyeing the lackey he had brought with him and contemplating this. Sure, Killer had saved me, but I knew that he didn't do it for me. Finally, I nodded wearily. "Yeah, okay."

"Wait. Upturn your pocket."

My eyes narrowed instinctively. What? Then, I realised that he probably wanted to search me for the government document. He didn't trust me, not that I blamed him. He was a smart man.

Thank the heavens I'd hidden it in time. "Fine," I said shortly, dumping all the items in my hidden pocket onto my makeshift bed. I made a whole show of wiggling the upturned pocket around, making sure Killer saw the whole thing, before I was satisfied.

"Alright. Bring me to the Doc," I said in confidence.

Killer turned to the lower-ranking pirate and said, "Search for the document. Bring anything that looks suspicious to me." The lackey nodded, and then Killer inclined his head in my direction.

"Come."

Doc was a nightmare.

That was his actual name, too, or at least, what he insisted I call him. Doc. He wore a frilly shirt and inhumanely tight pants, and his feminine features were caked in makeup. His voice, however, was as low as Kidd's, and his body twice as thick. The transition was more than a little creepy, and just a tad bit funny.

What. The. Hell.

"Alright, dah-ling," Doc said, though the manly voice sounded off coming from such a feminine face, "Now, tell me when it hurts, okay?"

"It hurts," I said automatically.

Doc blinked his long lashes. "But I haven't even done anything yet."

I grimaced. "Sorry. I don't do pain well."

Doc laughed, clapping me on the back while he did so. Ow, ow, ow. "Sadie, right? Don't worry, it'll feel like I'm giving a you massage, really! I've been told I have the hands of a goddess."

By who?! I wanted to scream. Instead, I smiled stiffly and braced myself for the pain. Those hands of Doc's looked like they could snap tree trunks in half, and his arms looked like tree trunks.

Doc started by prodding along the length of my arms, and whenever he hit a bruise, it throbbed under his touch. I let out a pitiful wimper every time, and when he heard me, he'd chuckle and trill a "sorry!" before moving on.

After the examination, I was given a bottle of cream for my wounds, with a, "you're lucky you're still alive, dah-ling! If Kidd had gone all out, you wouldn't live to see daylight!"

That wasn't all-out for Kidd?! So Eustass was actually stronger that I'd experienced?! I nearly fainted as it dawned on me. If Kidd ever found out that I still had the document on me, I was dead meat. And even then, I definitely wasn't on the captain's good side.

Looked like I'd have to suck it up, and begin schmoozing the incorrigible captain.

I know I don't ever do authour notes at the end of chapters, but this is pretty important. I won't be updating at all in the month of November, because I'm doing NaNoWriMo. Perhaps you've heard of it. Basically, I have to write a novel in 30 days. So I won't have time to update, sorry!

I'll see you all in December! Have a wonderful Halloween!