Hey Guys,

Sorry for the long wait. I felt bad for making you guys wait so long, so instead of writing in between exam studies, I just wrote another chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. As always leave a review! Let me know what you think!

To the last reviews:

CaptainCommanderLucy: Haha, a little bit huh? I personally wouldn't know if I would put my own heart back in myself if I knew it's been in a garbage slime ball for a week... maybe I would after I boiled it.. but then I might be dead... (3);; Um.. It did make a good hiding spot didn't it? None of the Heart Pirates were able to find it after all... Let me know what you think of Charlotte's response to Law holding her heart! I'm glad you find it interesting! I'm trying hard to keep all my ideals novel ones.

lilnightmare17: Here's more! I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long...

snowf0xx: Thank you, I'm glad you like it! Please enjoy this chapter as well =)

chibianimefan26: your review made me smile soooo much. And it still does! (NOT TO SAY THAT THE OTHER REVIEW DOESN'T! THEY ALL MAKE ME SMILE) I'm glad that you like the story so far! (Sorry for killing Mr. SludgeHead... .;) Yep, Charlotte's kind of gotten herself into a little pickle at the moment, especially now that she's degraded into a pet. Although I'm sure she's not to happy with that. (P.s. Charlotte: Do not touch my hair. ٩(๑`^´๑)۶I do not need your pity... though thanks for thinking that I'm cool... /)

Guest: Great to know that you are the same person... otherwise that would have been very, very awkward. Sorry to hear that you were disappointed with the last chapter. Hopefully this chapter would be better for you? Revenge is in progress, though it is also kinda integrated with how Law plans to get Charlotte on his team. I feel like he doesn't need much, as long as he can enjoy watching her squirm under him. Your 'good luck for the future' kind of scares me... ahahha... what does it mean - am I going to be in need for some surprise testing soon?! I AM NOT READY!

Kiara97: Hi, I am VERY glad that you love my story soo much! I was actually surprised, I didn't think I would have gotten such a review. Thank you for it! (-gives tissues-, don't cry ^^;) I'm glad that you enjoy the plot, Charlotte and my writing style. (Although I'm not a big fan of it) If you ever come up with a criticism or even if you don't, let me know! I really appreciate it!

I'm so glad that you like Charlotte so much. It was hard to write the relationships she had with everyone and I'm glad that it has paid off! (I was so worried that they'd be OOC). Charlotte had some pretty dark secrets from both her past and about her past catches.

You caught it?! SUCCESS! Someone got the idea and hint that Mr. SH was where Charlotte was hiding his heart! I was trying for a subtle hint as I didn't want it to be too predictable and from your review, I'm guessing it worked! Yay, thank you! (Sorry again, for killing Sludgy...) That would be really funny, if Shachi and Penguin dived into the water to search for Law's heart! Ahaha, why didn't I think about that? o.o Yep, Charlotte's finally in a disadvantageous situation... who knew heart business (and dealing) would be so nasty? ;) I don't think Charlotte would be very pleased if Law placed her heart in Sludgy... knowing Charlotte's temper, she'd probably explode.

Thank you so much for your feedback! I'm glad you like it, and I hope I didn't make you wait too long for this chapter. You comment about not stressing really helped me! April is just not a good time for me, especially since it's exam season.

P.s. Don't worry about any grammar mistake!


Last Updated: 12-20-15


Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, I do wish I do though... I only own Charlotte 'Bloody Boa' Marcellina


Chapter 7.

"Join my crew."

"WHAAAT?! Captain, are you sure that's a good idea?" Shachi, Penguin and Cole shouted.

What? Charlotte gaped at the request, agreeing with the other Heart Pirates, before her mind slowly caught up with her… or rather the smug look that Law held on his face. The surprise on her face fell as she came to terms with what Law had meant—be my subordinate. He wanted her to listen to him, bide by his every order, like some little pet… just because he had her heart in custody?!

"No." Charlotte responded easily. Her voice was steady and her face completely calm, almost bored if it wasn't for the burn in her eyes challenging him. As if, Charlotte would bend for the pirate. Charlotte doesn't bend. For anyone. And most certainly, not for Law. "Keep it." Charlotte spat. So what if her heart wasn't within her. As long as he doesn't do anything to it, Charlotte's still alive. "I want off this submarine."

"What?" Charlotte deadpanned. Her mind wasn't the only thing that stop working at the moment. Everything else did too. Her guard dropped and she all but stood in front of the supernova with a blanched expression on her face. Though, she wasn't facing the doctor who she knew would be very entertained with her facial expression. She was facing the vast open blue sea of the Grand Line. He had surfaced the submarine just for her. Such a gentleman, isn't he? Nope, not one bit at all.

"You wanted to get off the submarine, didn't you, Miss Charlotte?" Law's smug voice came from behind her, shaking the girl out of her frozen state.

Irritation rushed through her. Her hands clenched beside her tighter and tighter until she started to shake. There wasn't even a single island in sight, not even the speck of one! She was stuck in the middle of the ocean of who knows where with a sadistic doctor who wanted her to swim to land?! That's just impossible! Not to mention, she'll sink like a hammer as soon as she touches the water!

Charlotte pulled her lips back, sucking the air through her gritted teeth, filling her lungs before exhaling through her nose. Her shaking slowed and eventually ceased. Finding her voice, Charlotte breathed a simple, 'Yes', though it came out a lot more strangled as the anger refused to subside. This was just plain ridiculous!

"You're welcome off the sub." Law told calmly although the hint of smugness still remained underneath the calm tone. His eyes were focused on the shaking Charlotte. Though she had tried to hide her anger, it was obvious to the doctor; the anger-filled lady was so upset that the air around her had caught a spark and become enflamed. She was standing in her own raging flame as she stared off at the vast water before her. His slanted lips stretched a bit further as he remember her defying response.

To be completely honest, Charlotte's response was not one that he had expected. Sure, he had expected some resistance from the girl, but he didn't think she would outright defy him. Not when he still had ownership over her heart, and he still did. Yet it didn't seem to deter the girl standing across the open deck from leaving as she stared out at the island-less sea. It was like she was just waiting for an island to just magically appear from the blue screaming 'I'm here'. As if that would happen. But Charlotte stood still across the deck, not even worried about the fact that she'll be leaving her heart with him. She was fine with him having it. Wasn't she worried about him doing anything to it?

"Anytime now." Law pushed. His smirked widened when he saw the girl trembling in anger again.

The stubborn girl continued to glance out at the open sea slowly coming to terms with the fact that she won't be getting off the submarine. At least not now or any time with her constant staring. Charlotte slumped in defeat. She'll just have to remain on the sub. Charlotte sighed and then tensed as she remembered the smug bastard behind her. Heat rose to her cheeks once more, but this time it wasn't only from anger, it was from embarrassment. The only way for her to return back to the sub was to turn around and walk pass the man leaning on the railings next to the entrance of the sub. She'll be submitting to his will. There's no way she wanted him to see that. No freaking way! Nodding to herself with her new found confidence, Charlotte stood her ground and continued what she was doing before—staring into the vast blue sea.

The vast… empty… unchanging… blue… sea….

Nope, this would take forever.

"What if… I stay?" Charlotte cringed at the words being strangled out of her lips. Her gloved hand gripped at the strap tighter until it became wrinkled under her grip. Shallow breaths filled Charlotte's lungs as she painfully waited for Law's response.

As usual, the mysterious doctor didn't give the huntress a straight answer. Instead, a small chuckle escape his ever growing smirk. "Don't complain to me later. I gave you a choice out of this." Law warned, and had Charlotte been facing him, she would have noticed the devilish glint telling her that Law was going to enjoy what's to come.

Some choice this is! She thought. "There's nothing you can do to me that I can't take." Charlotte challenges back coolly. There was no hesitation in her voice or any sense of doubt in her voice as she readily accepts whatever sadistic games that the Surgeon of Death had been plotting. Accepting their mutual terms, Charlotte spun on her heel and quickly stomped her way back through the metal door and into the belly of the metal beast, slamming the door shut behind her with a loud bang. She didn't even pause to give the captain a hateful glare, just scurried back in.

The smug grin on his chiseled jaw grew. It appeared that the huntress wasn't going to go down without a fight. Good. That makes things more fun. He stared across the empty deck where the huntress once stood. The look on her face as she scampered past him was just delicious. Her rare colored eyes were burning holes into the ground and her cheeks were burning red. It was Law's point. Law pressed his elbows to the railing, looking into the sky for a moment before dropping his gaze towards the metal door, remembering the burn in those eyes.

Law's smug smirk didn't falter as he glared back at the memory of those burning eyes, in fact, his mouth became more of a slant. This was going to be fun. Really fun.

Your move.

"Captain, what are you thinking asking that crazy woman to join the Heart Pirates? She's dangerous." Shachi questioned. He wasn't the only one, Penguin stood beside him. His arms folded across his chest in the similar manner as the other mechanic. Bepo also stood in the room though he hadn't voiced his opinions about recent events.

"I have to agree, Captain. We don't know anything about her or her abilities. Even, Kid tried to recruit her too which means she could be as violent and chaotic as Kid's group." Penguin added.

"All the more reason to have her." Law said, calmly. "Kid isn't easy to impress; if he acknowledges her skill, then better it is to have as friend than foe." Law told, enjoying the added bonus of getting to piss of his rival when he finds out that his new recruit had choose him over Kid. But his words were true. Kid wasn't an easy pirate to impress, the fact that she meant that Charlotte was really skilled.

"But Captain, she's could still be a danger to the crew. We still don't know what happened to that Shichibukai. Not to mention she's unpredictable when angered. And she angers easily. What if she attacks one of us next? We also still don't know how her powers works… Captain, she was able to use the same ability as your Ope Ope no Mi and we still don't know why. She also had great control at it; she stole your heart and we didn't even know that it was possible to do that."

Law scowled at the memory. He didn't know his abilities could have done that. It was a shocker. And the fact that she had knew that it would work was surprising. Though something was telling him that it was an accidental finding; a serendipity occurred by being driven into a corner. It was a great finding and will prove to be a great weapon as seen with Charlotte already. But it still irked him that someone else had beat him to the discovery.

"She also said something about 'borrowing' Kid's scrap metal and suddenly all the metal move at her will, just like Kid's ability.

"But I don't think she's dangerous…" Bepo commented quietly, drawing the attention of the two other pirates.

"She stole Captain's heart!" Shachi and Penguin shouted angrily at the large bear.

"I'm sorry…" Bepo responded instantly. His head bowed down towards the ground.

"Bepo, why do you think that?" Their captain questioned, interested in Bepo's contrasting comment. He was sprouting a small smile already. This was just what he was waiting for. A difference in opinion. He couldn't help but agree to Bepo's words even if it was slight. When he was under her 'care', he only ever witness uncharacteristic hunter-like traits.

"She smelled panicked that time when she was faced the Sea Kings. The panic smell only disappeared after she had gotten to Captain." Bepo has always had a good nose and is able to pick up senses that humans couldn't regularly pick up. So if Bepo was saying that Charlotte wasn't feeling confident until after she had reached Law, then it was most likely true. But what changed after she had reached Law?

Law couldn't deny that the demeanor around Charlotte had wrapped after she had reached him. But he didn't understand why. She only had untied his arms, which only gave him the chance to kill her if he wanted to. If anything, that should have placed the already weakened girl on an even greater disadvantage than before. Yet, she seem much more confident in her battle abilities afterwards. Even at the beginning of the fight, she didn't have that level of confidence… even at the beginning of the fight… her target had been to get to him. In fact, throughout the fight, she was always aiming to reach him.

Law's tanned lips curled into all-knowing smirk. "She's not as powerful as you give her credit for." Law started, interrupting the argument between his closest crewmates. They had been debating on whether or not Charlotte was truly dangerous, although it was more of a one-sided scolding on how Bepo is wrong. "It's like you say, she's dangerous… only because no one knows what her ability is."

"Because no one knows her ability?" Shachi repeated in confusion. His mouth curved into a frown as he tried to follow his Captain's thoughts.

Law nodded but didn't elaborate it to his confused mates. "Besides I was already planning on having her join." He continued, shrugging. Noticing the fallen faces of his two best mechanics, Law added. "No one but her has the ability to do what she does." At their confusion, Law rephrased his sentence. "No one else had bested us as easily as she has." Though he didn't like to admit it. It was true.

At that the two mechanics fell silent. It was true. Charlotte had suddenly appeared on their ship without their notice, managed to poison the crew and even steal Law's heart right from under his nose. It wasn't a close battle, Law was more skilled, but she still somehow managed to get the upper hand at the last moment. There was no denying it, Charlotte's skills were definitely impressive. Having something like that would be a good addition to the crew.

"That's true, Captain. But how are you planning on getting her to join? She doesn't seem that interested in becoming part of the Heart Pirates." Penguin asked sensibly. Shachi nodded in agreement. Getting her to join would not be an easy task given their current relationship. "She was going to leave her heart to avoid having to be a pirate."

"Don't worry. She'll be joining whether she knows it or not." Law promised as he walked off towards the infirmary.

It was obvious that Charlotte wasn't the only one in the infirmary anymore. Charlotte could feel his gaze on her as she sat on the ground with her right arm wrenched up and behind her in an awkward position. A seastone cuff decorated her wrist and connected her to the infirmary bed leg. It was ironic actually. The chains binding her were the same one she had used on Law when she held him captive. Now he held the key and was using it to hold her. How ironic. She knew that Law had come into her makeshift dungeon the moment the large door swung open and closed with a soft 'click', but still she didn't make eye contact with the male. In fact, she hadn't done anything since he came in. Her attention was still focused off to the side in the same way it was before Law had arrived. She was purposely ignoring the Heart Captain. Or she was trying to.

"Are you hungry?" Charlotte snapped her head towards the sadistic doctor with a piercing glare at his light tone. Was he kidding her? "It has been three days since you've last eaten if you don't include the days that you were unconscious." Law continued in his nonchalant voice. He sounded like he was talking about the weather and not her starvation. "Although it's not like you could eat anything anyway. Your stomach was injured from the blast from Kuma; it'll take a few more days before your stomach is well enough to handle solid food."

Law drop his gaze from the tidy infirmary to the chained girl's eyes. His lips slant at her unvoiced surprise. Just like he had expected, Charlotte didn't know about her condition. "You're welcome." He enjoyed the look that flashed on her face. Incredible disbelief to what he had just said. She hadn't thanked him, yet he had spoken as if she did. "If I had let you to roam free like the first day you woke up. You'd probably open your wounds and bled to death." He explained bluntly and Charlotte's only rolled her eyes. She was not going to thank the man. If he thinks that by imprisoning and starving her for 'her sake' was going to get a thank you out of her mouth, then he can keep dreaming.

Charlotte's eyes was set aflame at his next words. "The only reason I allowed you to roam freely was for you to reveal where you kept my heart." Charlotte's gritted her teeth behind her closed lips. Manipulative bitch! Charlotte cussed before turning her head away.

"Things could be easier for you if you just cooperate." Law sighed when Charlotte refused to respond, or further acknowledge his existence. Seeing no change in the girl's behaviour, Law grabbed the nearby spinning chair, spinning it around to him as he took a seat. He rested one arm on the backrest to prop up his head while the other hand gripped at Charlotte's chin, yanking her face towards his until they made eye contact. "What did you do to that the Shichibukai, Bartholomew Kuma?"

Charlotte's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the male they fought on Sabaody. Her lips curved into a grin at the realization that her plan must had work for her to be a live and for Law to be asking her about it. However, just as soon as the grin appeared on her face, it was gone, replaced by a look of deep thought. The light in her eyes dimmed and her brows scrunched together. Their opponent hadn't been the real Kuma, which should had rendered her ability useless. She could only copy the ability of someone who had that power. The robots or copycats or whatever, shouldn't have Kuma's Nikyu Nikyu no Mi ability. So why had her plan actually worked? It should have failed. It wasn't that Charlotte wasn't grateful that her plan had actually work. She was. Immensely so. But it didn't make sense. How did she manage to use Kuma's ability without making physical contact with Kuma first?

"That wasn't Kuma." Charlotte stated. Her voice was steady as she adamantly declared her thoughts, leaving no room for discussion. The ex-slave wasn't going to accept that look-alike to be the one who saved her.

"You're right. That was a Pacifista—a human weapon molded in the shape of Bartholomew Kuma." Charlotte gaped at the information. Slowly Charlotte's lips settled into a thin line as she stared at her palm. It was still human which explained why her ability work. It must had been more than made in the mold of Kuma—they were part Kuma! There was no other explanations for it. The pacifista must had shared more than just the shape if she was able to copy Kuma's ability off a cyborg.

"How did you manage to make him disappear?" Law repeated dangerously slow. It was a warning for Charlotte to hurry up and answer him. When Charlotte did nothing, he added, "What happened to him?"

"Iunno," She shrugged, honestly. "Probably dead." The fall after getting hit by Kuma's 'repulsion' should have broken the cyborg. But his skin was pretty tough and there was no saying whether or not he had a contingency for high falls. "Hopefully."

"How did you managed to do that?" Charlotte frowned and glanced away slowly. She wasn't going to answer him. She didn't have to. "What ability did the devil fruit you ate gave you?"

"You're the genius one here, can't you figure it out?" Charlotte jeered. He managed to figure out that it was a devil fruit too. Charlotte grumbled internally. She wasn't as shocked that he managed to realize that she was a devil fruit user as she had with Kid. She probably would have been if it wasn't for the fact that someone else had already beaten him to it. Not to mention, he had witness her use it about three times now with different abilities mirrored. But the fact that more people were figuring it out was still worrisome for her. Especially since it would do nothing but trouble the hunter.

Law stares back at the girl, ravishing in the annoyance clear in her voice. Charlotte had managed to keep a straight face ever since Law had imprisoned her to the infirmary and sometimes even before then, but it didn't do anything to hide her emotions or thoughts. If there was one thing that Charlotte couldn't mask, it was the emotion in her eyes. She was an open book. He enjoyed the heightened worry and panic behind a layer of disbelief in her voice as he calmly ignored her jab and said, "I already have." A look of disbelief flashed across her face. "You received the ability to copy other's devil fruit ability through touch."

No way… Charlotte mentally muttered as she stared in shock towards the unhindered doctor. As usual, the doctor's emotions were well masked making it hard for Charlotte to see if he had just made a lucky guess or if he actually knew. She had much hoped it was the sooner than the latter. But as the stares grew longer until eventually they were having a staring contest, Charlotte finally broke. Law is serious. It was not a lucky guess and he wasn't going to relent, not until he heard it from her.

Charlotte tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth as she tucked her chin into the scarf on her neck. The lower half of her face was hidden as she rolled the soft flesh with her teeth, contemplating on what to do with the Supernova. She doubt that she could get away with lying about her ability, but the fact that no one knew how her ability work was key. If her opponents knew how her power worked, then they'll never let her get close. Surprise was a requirement if she wished to win the fight… and it was already gone. Law had figured out not only that she was a devil fruit user, and what her devil fruit ability is, but he had also figured out a requirement for her ability: she needed to touch her opponents to mimic their powers. Her surprise advantage was now gone. Charlotte glanced up at the male. There was no harm in telling him now that he already knows about her ability, right?

"It's called the Gisu Gisu no Mi."

The sound of the door clicking softly caused the patient to snap her eyes open and towards the source of the sound. Her eyes quickly landed on the giant furry animal who was trying his best not to create any large noises as he wandered through the tight infirmary. He probably thought Charlotte was still sleeping.

After she had answered everything that Law wanted to know about, he had made her life "easier" by removing the seastone cuff chaining her to the room. Though it didn't do much to change her current situation as Law made sure she knew that she couldn't leave the infirmary by replacing the removed cuff with a regular one. So all in all, nothing really changed except now the handcuffs holding her weren't made out of seastone. There was no point in using seastone cuff on her since her ability was rendered useless unless she was able to get in contact with another devil fruit user. The change in cuff did nothing to make Charlotte's life easier. It wasn't like she had the strength to break out of regular handcuffs. She was still chained and locked in the makeshift dungeon of an infirmary.

"I'm awake, you know." Charlotte interrupted, turning her face to look at the mammal.

At the voice, the bear jump, halting his movements and allowing the medical supplies to crash loudly against the ground. His head hung off his shoulders awkwardly and his eyes were plastered to the ground as if they were the heaviest things in the world. "Sorry…" He muttered.

Charlotte stared at the furry man in slight confusion. If there was anything she had learned from her time being here, it was that the fake-bear-man was almost always depressed. She watched as the hands that looked a lot like paws ghosted over her, checking her vitals and other wounds with gentle care.

"Hey…" Charlotte muttered after a while. The bear stopped his movements abruptly, looking down at the girl lying on the bed worriedly in case he had somehow injured her more so than she already was. "Why are you doing all this?" Charlotte trailed, gesturing to everything with her words since her arms were immobile.

Bepo cocked in his head in confusion.

A small flush came across her fair skin as she realized the vagueness of her own question. She nibbled her bottom lip slightly, before wetting them as she gathered her thoughts. "Is anyone forcing you to do anything… like apologizing for everything… or wearing that fluffy suit?" Charlotte rephrased, choosing her words carefully. The bear-man didn't seem to fit in as well as the rest of the crew. For starters, he was a man in a bear suit and two he was always being scolded by the rest of the crew causing him to be constantly depressed. He just seem like the odd one out. Also, knowing how manipulative some of the crew or rather just Law could be to gain new members (She was drawing from her own recent experiences) it wouldn't be odd to see that manipulation is how Law managed to get most of his crew.

"Do you mean Captain?" Charlotte's eyes widen at the name. She hadn't explicitly said his name although she was referring to him. The fact that Bepo had outright said his name, er, title before anyone else was proof that she wasn't too far off track, right? "I'm confused. Captain never forced me to into doing anything. I just do what Captain wants." Bepo answered easily. There was a sense of happiness on his face as he spoke about his captain. Then suddenly the look was gone as the animal remembered what else Charlotte had said. "I'm a bear!"

Charlotte stared disbelievingly at the animal who was hovering over her to look at the dead line of the heart monitor. Panic flooded across his pale face. Then the bear tried to calm his rapidly beating heart as he realized that the heart monitor wasn't connected to anything.

"What does he have on you?" She couldn't believe that the fluffy animal was so wholeheartedly ready to whatever the man wanted without being coerced into it. People don't just help each other out of the good of their hearts. At least that was what Charlotte knew.

"Nothing." Charlotte stared back up at the bear who had responded so quickly and with so much determination that she was speechless. The huntress wanted to say something to rebut his comment, to show him that he's wrong because people are selfish beings who for their own purposes will step on others, but nothing was coming to mind. Nothing that she could say would be strong enough to sway the loyalty of the strangely confident pirate before her. It should have been easy – Bepo was weak-willed and easily negative – anything should have worked, yet there was nothing that came into mind. The bear just seemed strangely optimistic.

The rest of the checkup was completed in silence and Charlotte didn't mind. She just wanted time to think. It was a strange occurrence to the trader to think that people actually followed and helped each other because they're friends. The thought of a relationship existing that was completely free from coercion, blackmail or some kind of ulterior motive was a new to the ex-slave. It wasn't really comforting for the huntress to think that such a weakly tied relationship had been sustained for so long without any problems. It was almost scary for the huntress to believe in such a loose relationship actually. It made her feel like she was grasping at straws for survival again, like how she had been when she tried to bluff about having Law's heart, but worse, because this bluff had work and it could break at any waking moment.

Shuffling, Charlotte turned onto to her side, staring at the dead line of the heart monitor that would have been connected to her heart if she had it. Was the rest of the crew like that? She thought.

Charlotte flipped over, flopping on the infirmary bed. An infirmary bed wasn't as comfortable as it sounded. Unlike most beds, it had a metal table with a very thin mattress over it which did nothing to soften the cool table underneath. Charlotte could feel her body parts grow numb from the strange positions that she was limited to by the cuff on her wrist. The cuff forced her arm to bend awkwardly towards the ground where the leg of the infirmary was no matter what position she took and the positions she were limited to all involved her twisting her arm uncomfortably. Charlotte flopped over onto her other side only to land on the equally hard and cold table. It didn't help at all. At least a hammock's soft. Charlotte muttered bitterly and glared over her crushed arm stretching to the bed leg. And there's nothing to do! She huffed as she rolled onto her back with a plop.

If only I can get this off. Charlotte groaned, irritably as she pulled on her arm.

The metal links clang in response. Ever since Law had switched out her cuffs, Charlotte found herself with an abundance of energy and no outlet for it. She had tried to do something to release her bountiful energy, but with her arm locked to the bed that was nailed to the ground, it was virtually impossible for the girl to do anything.

Needless to say, the locked-up huntress had grown bored in the single colored room she had been confined to for the past how many days? Weeks? She didn't know anymore. The only time she knew about the time was when Law visited. She had been confined to the room for three days then. Come to think of it, ever since that day, Law hadn't come back to visit her.

Heh… A smirk grew on the woman's face. He probably thinks that without him here, I can't get out because I can't copy his ability. Taking the challenge on, the girl slipped off the metal bed and stretched as far as she could towards the medical table against the wall. Her head shot back to her outstretched arm. It was as far as it could go. The huntress stared at the exposed scalpel lying on the far table innocently waiting for her then back at her bandaged self.

There much better. Charlotte thought, twisting from side to side. Her movements were now much more free and unrestricted from the bandages that once limited her movements.

White bandages littered around her feet in spools. The white bands were falling slowly to the ground, exposing Charlotte's skin, as they unravelled from her bandaged waist. Surprisingly, there weren't many scars lacing her skin. Honestly she would have expected her skin to be patchy from the burns she got, but it was fine. The skin had completely sealed over with only small and faint lines here and there. He's really skilled. Charlotte commented lightly, while subconsciously tracing a patch of skin where hot metal had ripped through her, not realizing that she was actually complimenting the doctor. She threw the canary yellow tee with the Heart Jolly that she had been forced to wear back on with disgust. It was easier to treat her wounds this way, they said. She scoffed. The compliment already gone as if never made.

Focusing back on the scalpel, Charlotte reached out again, this time balancing herself on her left leg as she teetered back and forth towards the table. She scooted her feet over slowly, ignoring the metal digging into her wrist as she did so. One by one, her fingers made it to the table's edge. Then like some kind of morbid spider, her fingers crawled across the surface towards the scalpel. Her finger lifted over the shiny metal knife, ready to scoop at it... and her finger was too short. Groaning in anger and glaring at the cuff, Charlotte tried again, ignoring the cuff digging into her wrist. She urged the scalpel to come forth with her finger, crooning it into the air and acting as if she could control the piece of metal with her will. If only she had Kid's ability right now...

Charlotte sat on the floor with her back towards the door as she jammed the ball tip pen into the small keyhole. She had settled for the pen next to the scalpel when the blade refused to come at her heed. In her anger she had flung her hand out, brushing the edge of the pen which then went spiraling within her reach. Though the thick tip pen did not seem to be of much use as it wouldn't fit into the lock no matter how hard she tried.

Charlotte crooned her neck back to the metal table. She really needed that scalpel. It was much thinner than the pen, not to mention flat so it was closer to a key than the pen. Getting back on her feet, Charlotte reached for the knife once more.

Once again the hunter was sitting criss-crossed on the strangely warm metal floor trying to trip the switch on her handcuffs. It wasn't working so well. It was better than the pen since it actually fit into the hole, but it didn't for long. The small blade got wider and was curved so that couldn't fit into the keyhole. Only the tip of the scalpel actually fit into the keyhole. Charlotte had tried to jiggle it to see if anything would happen, but it wasn't deep enough to do anything, but slip back out.

Getting sliced by the sharp knife for the fifth time, Charlotte let out another cuss at the pain before looking at her hands. At this rate she might as well cut off the limb. Small, thin red lines decorated her fingers in criss-cross designs. Some of them were bleeding slightly and her wrist had had a nasty red ring around it where the cuff had dug in. All in all, her hands were a bloodied mess.

Charlotte stared at the useless scalpel next to her. The tip had been dulled from her ministrations but the blade itself was still pretty sharp as proven when she sliced her finger again. Charlotte brought the cut to her lips and she sucked on the wound as she stared at the knife pondering what to do.

Her purple eyes danced around the slight curve of the blade that glinted evilly at her. The same glint appeared in Charlotte's eyes not long after. If Law wasn't going to pay her any personal visits, then she might as well make him come. She could always threaten the next crew member who walked in until Law sets her free. All she had to do was manage to hide the scalpel somewhere.

Just as Charlotte was about to hide the surgical knife, a hand gripped her wrist forcing her still. Charlotte glanced over her shoulder towards the individual still her movements. Her eyes met stormy gray ones glaring coldly back at her. It was Law.

"What do you think you're doing?" She could feel his breath radiating off her face as he spoke and the rise of his chest against her back. She hadn't even notice him get so close.

"Finding a way out." Charlotte responded or rather bluntly stated, surprising the other male. He had half expected her to lie about the situation or at least cover up what she could due to her secretive nature. Though, even that would be hard since she had been caught red handed. "How long have you been here?" He even had the extra time to put on gloves before grabbing her wrist just so she couldn't copy his abilities.

Shrugging off the question, Law shuffled forward to subdue the woman still gripping at the scalpel dangerously tight when his feet brushed against something. His gaze drop towards the bundles of used bandages looping around their feet before meeting back towards the huntress. Without shifting or changing their close proximity, Law locked eyes with her and declared as if it wasn't already clear as day. "You removed your bandages." However there was an edge in his voice indicating that he hadn't enjoyed this patient's disobedience.

"It restricts my movements." Charlotte explained. She wasn't fazed by his tone, in fact, it only irate the prideful girl even more.

"That's what it's supposed to do." Law replies, sighing lightly. The doctor glanced over his pant-less patient who only glared back at him in confusion as what he was doing. The longer his gaze lasted on her the more it irked the confused woman. He took in the cuts on her hands, smirking inwardly at her attempt of escape. "Although it seems fine seeing how lively you are…" Law spoke calmly despite the fist thrown towards his face. His hand had easily caught the punch from the woman who had starting squirming under his analysis. "You're fully healed." He concluded knowing that she was just about done her recovery anyway.

His lips curved into an amused smirk at the light that filled the huntress face quickly as she was given the good news. She had patted herself down quickly and lifted the oversize shirt slightly to look at wounds before realizing that Law was indeed correct. She could finally move without being worried about her wounds which means it was time to plan her escape! But she made the mistake of looking at Law's smug face, the excitement drained from her face as quickly as it had appeared. She knew with one glance that it wasn't over. Law had something else planned. Something she wasn't going to like.

A low rumble escaped the huntress stomach, followed by another. Charlotte glared hatefully at the bubbly plate in her hands. Charlotte had been given dish duties by Law. He had planned it purposely at the same time as dinner was being cooked, so she would be surrounded by the alluring aroma of food. Something that she had been devoid off. Needless to say the smell of food was the cause of her groaning stomach. It had grown quiet after the third day of no food, but now, filled with so many stimulus, the stomach made its wants known.

Another grumble filled the busied kitchen followed by a strange snapping sound. Charlotte glared at the two halves of a plate in her cuffed hands. Shut up already! Charlotte plunged her hands into the soapy water, angrily, hiding the plate. I've been through worse. Starvation is nothing. Charlotte continued, trying to motivate herself.

Grumble.

Snap.

Groaning, Charlotte hid another broken dish into the sink and dried her hand on a nearby towel, not caring that it was another's apron. Her attention was focused elsewhere as she left her station and headed towards the shelves. The shouts that came after her attracted the attention of everyone else in the kitchen but the girl it was directed too. It wasn't long before the workers stopped their works and glanced at the wobbling girl.

The bread should be around here somewhere… Charlotte muttered to herself, scanning the shelves. She had brought a bagful of pastries and last time she check, she was nowhere close to finishing them.

"What are you doing?" A hand clamped on her shoulder, forcing the girl to still her search. "I need you to set the plates ready." It was Milos, the head chef of this submarine. He was a short young man with a strange mustache. It looked like two pieces of dark noodles that curved at the end into a small ball.

"I'm hungry. Go bother someone else." Charlotte retorted, not caring if he was the head chef of the sub or not. She had more important things to do. Also, she doesn't take orders from anyone.

Her angry mental rent paused when a whiff of something delicious filled her nostrils.

"Here."

Glancing up from the small plate of risotto, Charlotte took in the chef. "Trafalgar said that no dinner." It was her punishment for trying to escape without his permission. As if any trapped person would ask their capture for permission to escape. The answer would obviously be no. Who in their right mind would go through all the effort of capturing someone only to be like 'Yeah, okay, you want out? Sure. Here's the key, and a car. Oh, here take my money too.' Yeah, fucking, right. If the world was like that Charlotte's job as a trading hunter would be non-existent.

Still that didn't explain anything about what the chef was doing. Wasn't he also loyal to the stupid manipulator like everyone else in the sub was?

"He said 'no dinner', technically, it's not dinner yet and you haven't had anything all day. So, technically, it's 'breakfast'." Milos explained in a hushed whisper, his eyes darting around cautiously, in case Law was somehow hiding behind everything. Milos knew that Law wouldn't agree with his loopy reasoning on technicality even if it was technically right. Besides… "A real chef can't leave anyone in his abode starving." That's right. Milos was a nobly right chef who wasn't seduced by money, but rather the experience of cooking and the thrill of watching his customers' pleasured faces as they devour his food. He did things the right way. "So, whatcha say? Want a bite? I promise Captain will never know."

Charlotte stared at the small plate of steaming jasmine rice. It looked beautiful with the way the rice was sweltering just perfectly against each other, the heat of their touches creating flavourful aroma to fill the steam lifting up from the thin pudding-like dish like soft clouds. It looked really good, smelt really good… it would probably taste really good too.

"Nope." With that Charlotte turned her attention back to the shelf and way from the shocked face of the young chef. "I have my own bread to eat." She was happy that the chef was willing to go so far to ensure that she was well and as delicious as that dish looked, nothing could beat the emptiness in her stomach like the starchy goodness of whole wheat bread. "Now, where is it?"

"You mean that rug sack filled with stale bread that I found a few days ago?" Charlotte snapped her head around to face the chef once again, her eyes pleadingly large at the thought of her delicious warmth bread. The look on her face lasted for a split second before shattering into a million pieces at the man's next words. "I threw it out."

"You… what…?"

"Captain hates bread and makes a big scene whenever there's bread anywhere on the sub."

At those words, Charlotte remembered the empty spot on her plate where bread should have been when she first entered the submarine. She had scoured the whole galley for bread but couldn't find any.

"No, there's bread on this ship. There has to be!"

"No, I'm sorry, lad. Captain's orders."

That bastard Trafalgar!

"How much longer until we reach an island with a vision den den broadcast of Portgas D. Ace's execution?" Law questioned as he strolled next to Bepo. Law wasn't as stupid as to miss the biggest turning point in history for the pirates. The marines were finally getting bold in their actions. They were planning to lure out Whitebeard with his second division's captain's public execution in an attempt to what? Capture them? The marines didn't have enough man power for that. Or they shouldn't. Something was telling Law that the Marines had something planned. Otherwise why would they even start this war? Could it be the Pacifists? Still Whitebeard was a yonko and he had the largest numbers of skilled pirate fleets working under him. Whatever happens, it would be a disaster. An outright war with the results that would greatly change the course of the world. Whatever the results may be, he needs to be ready for it. For better or for worse.

"We're almost there, Captain!" Bepo replied happily. He had set Jean Bart to maneuver the sub towards the island Hubert had pointed out.

"Good, prepare the sub to dock as soon as—"

Bang!

The two pirates glanced at the door beside them where the noise had resonated from. At the recognition of the door, Law's gaze darkened as he had a feeling he knew what was happening. They were standing next to the galley. The galley which lead to the kitchen where he had assigned Charlotte to wash dishes. His thoughts were proven accurate as he opened the door, revealing to the shock bear behind him the sight of several broken plates littering around the only female on board. She had her head down, and she seem to be shaking slightly.

"What happened—"YOUUUUUU!" Charlotte interrupted, pointing a finger towards Law who just stared at it in boredom. "It's bad enough that you don't eat bread, but that's fine. It just means that there's always more for me. But to throw away bread just because you don't like them… YOU… YOU… BREAD MURDER! I BET YOU WERE GOING TO START AN ANTI-BREAD CULT BECAUSE YOU HATE BREAD SO MUCH, DON'T YOU!" Charlotte huffed, panting slightly at the captain who just stared back at her.

"Did you make this mess?" Law questioned calmly, ignoring her sudden rant about bread. He honestly didn't care much for some yeast. His question only seem to infuriate the tiny girl further which caused the captain to grin at her actions.

The coil inside her snapped at those final words and it wasn't long before the huntress decided to leap towards the captain, no matter whether he was surrounded by his crew or not she was going to attack the pirate. Or she would have if it wasn't for the metal ladle that was pointed towards her or the large mammal that stood between the two of them now.

Her eyes narrowed on the metallic spoon before locking eyes with its owners. "What do you think you're doing?" Charlotte hissed although she didn't really care much for his actions.

"We do not take threats to our Captain lightly." Milos replied, his happy-go-lucky tone of voice replaced by a stern warning. His response was agreed upon with by the kung-fu knowing bear.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes towards to the grinning captain, hatefully, who now stood behind the two others. He didn't look at all concern with her presence or the situation at all as he stood there still in his lackadaisical manner. His usual nodachi wasn't even in sight. It was like she wasn't even a threat to him. Charlotte gritted her teeth at the insult. But she couldn't blame him. She probably look incapable of harming even a fly at this moment… okay, maybe a fly, but not really anything else. Charlotte's bare hands were still bounded by a handcuffs and her karambit was nowhere to be found. Law had confiscated it while she was unconscious from Kuma's attack.

"Clean up this mess." Law ordered and Charlotte's anger spiked.

"I do not take orders from you." Charlotte growled, but made no move towards him. Instead, their eyes locked and a stare off began while the room became deafly silent. It felt as if everyone had gone mute or just maybe all sounds were erased from the room as the two glared at each other. Or rather, Charlotte at Law. Law had his usual cold glance on his face as he stared back at the smaller girl while the younger girl stood tall in her own might fire.

"Oh, but you do." Law finally said as he lifted his eyes from the small plate of risotto. He turned to leave, but not before enjoying the slight shock on Charlotte's face. "No food for Miss Charlotte tonight." She wasn't expecting that.

Two, Law. Charlotte, zero.

Charlotte slipped her fingers into the edge of her scarf and pulled it off and slowly folded it into a nice square. She lifted her neatly folded scarf and chucked it at the hammock of her room. "Argh!" She huffed as she threw her favourite scarf onto her bed. "That… that… argh!" She cried again, throwing her arms into the air as she found herself unable to voice her anger. She fell back, letting her hammock catch her expertly.

She had finally be allowed back into her room after a day of hard work that started immediately after her release from the infirmary. Not only did Charlotte work in the galley, dealing with dishes–though most of them broke. Milos said that they'll need to stock up on the next island—she also had to deal with the smelly garbage. That didn't go well. When Charlotte finally found the garbage chute, she didn't remember how to open the chute, so she just left the smelly bag there. Which lead to her being scolded by Shachi and Penguin when Bepo found the garbage and her attacking them in anger. They ended up in Law's office and another night without food.

The huntress stared at her moving ceiling or rather she stared at the shelf above her, swinging with the hammock. Charlotte continued to watch the wooden board above her, taking in every tiny, miniscule little detail as she swayed back and forth. How long has she been lying there, just staring at the boring piece of wood? Minutes? Hours? Days, even? Probably not. Law would have gotten someone to tell her to do some other menial task if it had been days. But enough time has passed that she was no longer glaring at the slab of wood, trying to burn holds into it with her eyes. A small sigh escaped the tired girl as she rolled onto her stomach, hanging off the woven net holding her up. "At least I still have my room." She muttered dejectedly. The heart she had won had been taken back, Mr. SludgeHead, her disgusting, revolting, rotten, filthy, uh… only friend, had been flushed into the sea, her beri had been stolen and her heart had been taken. Even the single bed she had managed to stuff in the room was gone. Charlotte had lost basically all she had managed to get on the sub, but her room. She hadn't completely lost. All she needed to do was last in this mock prison long enough until they arrive at the next island. Then she'll be the winner in this game against Law.

A knock from the metal door brought Charlotte up. The hunter froze as she stared at the knock that was indeed coming from the door to her room. They couldn't be... Charlotte started but was unable to finish the thought. They weren't going to take her room now were they? Gathering her strength and determination to protect the only thing she had left, Charlotte went to rip the door open only to have it slam open in her face.

"Excuse me," Chimed the intruder while Charlotte gripped her nose, groaning.

Still holding her nose, Charlotte glared at the man who was the cause of her pain. The intruder looked to be about six foot. Unlike the rest of the crew he didn't wear a white jumpsuit or a hat, instead, he wore a red sweatband and an orange sleeveless jumpsuit. But the feature that stood out the most aside from his different attire was his military cut hair. It was white… pure white… like an old man's hair. "Old man," Charlotte called, her voice flat.

The male raised a brow at Charlotte and slowly brought a finger towards himself. "Me?" He questioned.

"There's no one else here." Charlotte replied almost instantly. Her hand dropped from her nose. It was surprisingly not bleeding much to Charlotte's delight. Her delight doubled when the man's face turned red with anger at the name.

"I AM NOT OLD!" He shouted.

"Are too." Charlotte responded and brought her hand to gesture to his hair.

"I'm not old! It has always been white!"

"Sure."

"I'm not lying!"

"Mhm…"

"I am really not lying!"

"Whatever you say, Old Man."

"I told you, I am not old!"

"Sure, sure." Charlotte waved her hand lazily. The lackadaisical action infuriated the pirate greater, but as much as Charlotte enjoyed getting under someone's skin—something that she's been really feeling the need to do—Charlotte changed the topic before he could refute. "What do you want anyway?"

The angered male paused, blinking twice in confusion before he remembered his reason for coming here. He straightened himself, glanced at the woman, and open his mouth to speak when another voice covered his.

"You better not be taking this room." Charlotte warned or rather the words burst from her lips. Her hands fell on her hips and her eyes locked with his. "This room is mine." She declared. She needed to establish some kind of ground rules, otherwise, Law would really be walking all over her.

The pirate stared at her in shock and slight confusion and once again with a few blinks he realized what the woman had said. A deep chuckle escaped the male which angered the impatient lady still waiting for an answer. It was obvious with his laughter that she had been wrong, but now she just wanted to know what he was doing here if it wasn't for her room. The male's eyes crossed Charlotte's annoyed glance and his laughter slowly faded away. "Um…" He stuttered, scratching the back of his head.

Charlotte did a once over at the nervous male before her. He was well-built which meant that he was probably physically strong and from the way he stood with one hand in his pocket and the other behind his head he didn't seem to be very cautious around her. In fact, the man had been quite open throughout the whole time almost as if he didn't feel a threat from her. He wasn't sending a threat back either. Actually, the youth had been giving off a warm and friendly vibe free of any bad intentions the whole entire time he was here. "What is it?"

"Um… Oh, yes, my name is Cole Heathgrow." Cole announced and stuck out his hand towards the lady who did nothing but stare at it. Both her arms still folded under her chest.

"Okay, but why are you….?" Charlotte trailed, slowly. Did he say Cole? Charlotte glanced from the calloused hand, up towards the male's face and her eyes widen slightly. "YOU!" She shouted and pointed a finger towards the male. "You're the dolt who released Shachi and them!" Cole jumped in response and the friendly aura around him diminished quickly as he backed up from the advancing girl. "I'm right." She stated, grinning sadistically while she approached the male in the tiny room. It wasn't long before he was pressed against the other wall and her not too far away. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be in this mess!" Charlotte hollered and raised her hand to smack the guy.

Cole slumped onto the ground with a groan and his ass hanging in the air. There was three large bumps on the male's head growing out of each other as Charlotte stood panting above the male. Collecting her breath, she crossed her arms and huffed, then left her room to get some fresh air.

"Ow…" Cole groaned from his spot on the floor. Placing his hands firm against the metal ground, he pried his face out of the ground and glanced around. "She's not here!" Cole shouted when he came face to face with nothing but the empty room. His hazel eyes landed on the open door. "Crap!" He shouted and quickly ran out after her. The reason for his being here suddenly fresh in his mind. He was supposed to keep the girl distracted and in her room while they docked on the island to watch the Summit War.

Where is everyone? Charlotte thought as she walked through the surprisingly empty submarine. She had been everywhere through the lower levels and she hadn't seen a single soul. The only place she hadn't check was the deck. Her eyes widened as she stared through the porthole on the door and she slammed the metal door open. Instead of being flooded with water and made immobile by the sea, she was faced with a wave of fresh air. They were on the surface! They were on an island! Charlotte jumped gleefully as she spotted the fresh slab of ground. "I'm out of here!" Charlotte announced, and ran towards the edge of the sub, ready to jump when she got tackled onto the deck.

"Wait!" Cole panted as he pinned the girl down below him. Catching his breath, he raised his head to meet the girl to explain the situation but the hairs on the back of his neck stood up instead at the foot hovering over his precious treasures curtsey of the woman beneath him. Nevertheless, the technician swallowed the fear and made a crucial mistake. "You can't leave the sub." He said. Although it didn't have any commanding or demanding tone to it. The phrase he used was still an order and Charlotte hate taking orders. If she enjoyed it, she would had become a waitress, not a hunter.

Charlotte's face drew back into an innocent smile which seem to calm the larger male as the grips on her wrists lightened. After a friendly nod, he was slowly getting off from the girl. When Charlotte didn't as much as try to escape, Cole plopped down beside the sitting huntress with a sigh. "I'm glad you understand." He said. "Things will be much easier now. I don't get why Captain didn't just let me tell you in the first place." He sighed, and turned towards his companion for a response. "Right?" His mouth dropping was the only response he got as the nimble girl was no longer beside him. "Where she go?!" He leaned over the edge and his hazels eyes landed on the head of violet on land, running away from the sub. His hands tightened over the edge of the ship and he gritted his teeth. "Wait, damn it!" He shouted and leaped over the edge of the sub, running after the troublesome woman.

"I… finally… got… you." Cole panted as he finally caught up to the assassin. He lifted his tired arm and let it fall on the girl, clamping her shoulder so she wouldn't run away again. Although the hold was rather weak and would probably fall off if she as much as even shift her shoulder. To his fortune, the girl didn't do that. She didn't move at all. She was perfectly still. Too still actually. "What's wrong with you?" He questioned after regaining some strength. He peered around her and the large rock she was hiding behind towards the scene ahead. He almost jump as he saw his captain. If Charlotte hadn't stop where she did and continued towards his captain and his captain saw her, then he'll be in trouble. Luckily for him, she didn't and it didn't seem like Law had noticed them yet.

"Come, let's go back to the sub." Cole started, but Charlotte didn't move. He did a once over on the girl. She seem fine and fully functional. So why wasn't she moving? Glancing around, he looked at her front, wondering if her brain had just randomly decided to stop functioning. His gaze stopped on her face. It was frozen into a state of shock. She had both her hands raised to cover her mouth, and her eyes were wide and unmoving as she stared off to the distance. Following her gaze, his eyes landed on the vision den den mushi she was looking at and immediately froze into a state of utter shock.

There being broadcasted on the large screen was none other than the idiot who started the chaos in Sabaody by punching the Tenryuubito, Straw Hat Luffy. But that wasn't what caught the attention of the two. It was the individual standing before Luffy, shielding him. The other male looked very much like Luffy except his dark locks were longer and wavy and he had freckles spotted across his face. Although his signature hat wasn't there and Charlotte was no pirate, she could easily recognized one of the top subordinates of one of the four conquerors of the sea. It was the Second Division Captain of one of the four Yonkos, Portgas D. Ace! Their shock wasn't coming from the fact of seeing such a strong pirate, but rather the thing extending out of the pirate's stomach. Piercing through the Mera Mera no Mi user was a lava hand belonging to an admiral.

"W-what's going on?" Charlotte muttered as the son of Gol D. Roger fell forward, into the Luffy's arms. Her eyes flashed towards the other screens that depicted the chaotic war between the marines and the pirates. Her eyes widened at the sight of one of the four Yonkos, Whitebeard, standing well above the other marines and pirates, fighting for something she still didn't know.

"It's Portgas D. Ace's public execution." Came Law's voice. Cole jumped at the sound of his captain's voice then shivered at the cold glare Law was giving him. Needless to say, he wasn't too proud with Cole's lack of success at keeping Charlotte on the sub, although she didn't seem capable of running away anymore, not with the way her eyes were glued to the screens.

"T-this… this isn't a public execution… it's a slaughter!" Charlotte shouted. The sight of marines and pirates mercilessly killing each other rang in her eyes. It was frenzied killing. There was no order, only chaos in the whole situation and Charlotte knew the results would only turn into several sleepless nights filled with grief and guilt. No one would be left unaffected by this. This was not the neat and well organized beheading of a criminal that the marines usually performed!

"No, this is a war." Law corrected. Charlotte's gaze followed the retreating captain and his crew. There was a tone in his voice that she couldn't quite place. "Bring her." He ordered.

"Where are we going?" Charlotte questioned. She didn't even struggle against the hands that clasped around her arms, pulling her along. She knew she couldn't escape the small lot of individuals that surrounded her, not without her arms free and her weapon. Nor could she. She was still in shock with the little glimpse of the killing she had seen, so much so, that she wasn't even thinking like herself. But even that was nothing compared to the dread that flushed through her system as she got her response.

"We're going to Marineford."

"Are you insane?! You want to go into that chaos?!" Charlotte shouted back the first things that came into her mind. Her heels grounded into the ground below as she was suddenly filled with the urge to run away despite all odds. The crew, all but Law, stopped with her, turning to her slightly at her outburst. She wasn't the only one who was shocked by their Captain's decision, but she was the only one to voice it. Law was their captain and they trusted him and would never dare question his decision, no matter how much they wish they could follow his sometimes seemingly insane train of thoughts or talk him out of it. But Charlotte wasn't and there was nothing stopping the girl from asking, "Why would you want to go there?!"

"To save Straw Hat-ya."


This story does follow along the original Cannon arks. Since Law appears in the Marineford ark, Charlotte will make an appearance. However, I don't tend to dwell much on it since it doesn't really add onto this story and we all know what happens there... Ace's... it was so sad! I don't want to make us relive that! It makes me upset all the time I just think about it. Kinda wish things happened differently, but who knows what Oda-sensei is planning...

Well this was Chapter 7. I hope you guys have fun reading it as much as I had writing it. Sadly, it's a lot easier to read than to create something. I'm hoping this 17 pages buys me some time to write the next chapter!

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