Chapter 7
Shiningheart of ThunderClan- when heated under pressure flour explodes - lil bit of science for you xp
Munchkin - no I haven't written the whole story, I write as I go. And I thought I was doing pretty well updating 2000 words everyday. But unfortunately school has started and my updates will be slowing right down.
I do not own One Piece, it's Oda-sensei's, but I do own the OC's such as Marty, Beth and Charlene (and Rory and Martha- yes they'll be back X)
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"Pop wants to see you."
Nee-nee frowned.
"All of us?" Jozu nodded.
"But, I didn't-," The Cake protested, but cut off when Marty slung here arm around her shoulders and began dragging her toward the door.
"Relax Cake, we'll tell him you had nothing to do with it." Marty grinned, but it was slightly forced. Ace pushed himself up onto his elbows.
"Us too?" Ace asked gesturing to himself and Marco.
"That's what all of us means, Cowboy," Marty said, stepping over him, Nee-nee getting reluctantly dragged behind her.
Beth watched Ace glaring at Marty with a small smile on her face, then got off the bed and walked over to the door Marco was still holding open. Leaning over the top of Ace who was still on the floor, she poked her head out the door.
"Do you even know where you're going?" She called, causing Marty to pause and drop Nee-nee.
"Oi!"
"I guess not." Beth shook her head and pushed her way out of the door with Marco close behind, obviously worried something else would blow up if they wandered off. Ace grumbled as he climbed to his feet, but shadowed Marco's lead in hurrying after the girls. Considering their track record, the idea wasn't so farfetched.
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It had been a short walk.
Marty stood before Whitebeard for the second time in one day… and she missed her plank. She had left it back in the room.
Whitebeard gulped down the last of his sake and threw away the bottle.
"So… you've caused trouble on my ship," He said slowly looking between the girls. The blond one was immaculate, where the other two looked even worse than when they had come on board. The two commanders leant against the wall to watch the exchange.
"I had no part in anything, I didn't even leave the room," said Charlene tiredly at the same moment when Marty said.
"Everything we blew up, we blew up by accident," she paused, "well except for the candle, but that was Beth's fault," she volunteered cheerfully, while Beth glared at her.
"Candle?" Whitebeard said, confused. Ace sighed.
"The explosion that wiped out half the store room? They did it with a candle."
Whitebeard continued to look confused for a few seconds before chuckling impressed.
"So Beth the explosion was your fault?"
"No. Well, yes but no," Beth summarised. Whitebeard raised an eyebrow. Beth sighed and elaborated.
"Marty might be a devil fruit user. She doesn't remember eating a fruit, so I was attempting to see whether it was her causing all the explosions."
"How can you not know whether you've eaten a devil fruit," Ace demanded incredulously. Marty shrugged, but didn't answer. Anything she could have said would have sounded false.
"She could have eaten it just before getting kidnapped," Marco reasoned, " if so she wouldn't have had time to move about and discover her powers until now, unless," he glance between the trio, "You were fed it while one board."
"I wish," Charlene grumbled, drawing weird looks from the commanders.
"We weren't fed any fruits, devil or otherwise while we were on board that boat," said Beth calmly.
"Before then," Marco concluded, "So what's your ability?" Marty and Beth looked at each other.
"…. Explosions?" Said Marty hopefully, that could come in handy.
"No," said Beth shaking her head," You couldn't blow up the wall or even the candle until it was lit."
"You tried to blow up a wall!?"
"So you don't know," said Whitebeard, ignoring Aces question. When the girls shook their heads he gestured for one of his nurse to come forward, "There is a devil fruit identification book in the library, get it." The nurse nodded and hurried away.
Whitebeard turned his gaze to the first and second division commanders.
"What's your take on all this?" Ace was still glaring at Marty, but Marco shrugged.
"They didn't want to stay in their room so they chose option two and destroyed the ship." Beth glanced at the man.
"You say that like we chose the stupid option, but which would you pick."
"We would have stayed in the room of course," spluttered Ace While Marco turned hard of hearing. Beth raised her eyebrow.
Whitebeard chuckled at the sight of his two commanders backing down.
"They would have done the exact same thing," he agreed, he looked thoughtful for a moment before obviously coming to a decision, "Ace, Marco, first thing tomorrow morning I want you to take the girls onto the top deck and teach them how to fight." There were several minutes of silence.
"WHAT!" exclaimed Nee-nee, "You can't be serious? My father is- ow!" she cut off as Beth did a karate chop to her head.
"I don't think now's the time," Beth said smiling slightly. The nurse who had been sent out in search of the book chose that moment to return, cutting of any further protestation from Charlene.
She walked up to Marty and transferred the large volume she was holding into her possession. Marty staggered as she took the book's full weight. Damn, that nurse must be stronger than she looked.
"That book holds record of every known Devil Fruit, as well as their appearance and their powers," said Whitebeard successfully drawing Marty attention away from checking the nurse out for hidden muscles, "If come across a fruit that you recognise let one of the commanders know." Whitebeard looked around at his audience, "Alright that's everything, you can go."
"Captain," Marty turned to see none other than Marta step forward, "perhaps the girls should eat with the nurses for their first night," she said respectfully. Whitebeard nodded consent, but his attention was already elsewhere as he reached for a new bottle of sake.
"Do so," he said breaking the bottles seal to take a long draught.
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How to explain meal time aboard the Moby Dick. Marty ducked and a plate flew over her head to smash against the wall. Marty was impressed, she'd seen calmer riots.
The dining hall was loud and crowded; food was disappearing as quickly as it was laid onto the table. Manners were a lifestyle choice, but not a very popular one. Every so often a group would burst into song, or start fighting. Marty's eyes widen, or both at the same time it seemed. It was messy and chaotic and downright dangerous. A smile spread across Marty's face, it was the best thing she'd seen all day.
Marco grinned slightly at the abject horror on the blonde girl's face before following Ace over to the commanders table.
"If this is how they eat dinner, I can wait to see them throw an actual party," said Beth impressed. Martha grinned.
"The nurses dining hall is separate," she said, moving around the edge of the room to a swinging door in the far corner, "from tomorrow eat in whichever room you choose, but for tonight I think it best you eat with us," she smiled at them as she lead them through the doors.
The nurses dining hall was set up in much the same way as the crews, except the noise level was limited to quiet chatter. Marty looked around, slightly disappointed, there wasn't even one group singing.
Marty slammed her book down at the place setting next to Beth, and then forgot all about it for the next hour as she, Beth and the Cake ate with a single-minded determination.
The trio had eaten naught but scraps for several days past, and the mounds of delicious food was causing Marty to tear up.
Martha laughed at the look of pure joy on the straw hatted girls face as she wolfed down enough food to fill a grown man… and then some. The green haired girl was no better; even the blond girl was having trouble keeping up proper dining etiquettes.
"This food is amazing!" Marty said after her sixth serve. The nurse seated around them laughed. One nurse, who had black hair and skin the colour of coffee, leaned across the table towards them.
"Were you guys really responsible for all that madness today?" She asked curiously, several nurses around them paused in their conversations to hear the answer.
In her haste to answer Marty managed to inhale quite a large portion of food down the wrong pipe.
"They were," Nee-nee supplied as Beth thumped the choking girl on the back. The dark-haired girl looked impressed.
"How'd you do it? Why were you in the men's bathroom? Are one of you a fruit user? Why did you blow up the storeroom? Why are you covered in black powder? Couldn't you have stayed outside the room?" She asked in a rush. Nee-nee blinked at the torrent of questions.
"Uuurm…" She said helpfully.
"Accident, accident, yes, accident, from the explosion, we weren't actually aiming to create an explosion," said Beth distractedly, attention still on her suffocating friend.
"So one of you is a fruit user? We thought so," the girl continued in a rush," Which one of you is it? What's the ability?"
"Isn't it good manners to introduce yourself before asking twenty questions," said Nee-nee slightly miffed. The girl just grinned.
"Rose," the girl said with a grin, "So who is it? What is it?" she continued, unperturbed
"It's Marty," Nee-nee said flippantly.
"But we are unsure of her ability," finished Beth as Marty finally started breathing.
Rose nodded and opened her mouth to let loose another torrent of questions, but Martha stepped in.
"Enough Rose," she grinned at the girls who had finally finished their meals, and now looked exhausted "If you'd like, I can show you the way back to your room," she offered.
"Yes please," said Beth thankfully, rising from her chair. Marty grabbed her book and hastened to follow.
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"… Just stick to the edge of the room and we will be fine," Martha said warily. The girls nodded and began following the nurse in single file. In the hour they had been eaten, the dining room hadn't calmed down in the least. If anything it had gotten louder, more chaotic.
They made it halfway.
They had actually been doing well up until that point, and then by an unhappy coincidence, a fight broke out around them.
When a fight broke out, Marco didn't even pause in sculling his drink. Fights were more common than clean air on the Moby Dick. He took his time draining his mug before casually glancing over at the fight to see a girl boasting a straw hat slam a large book into one of the other brawlers face. Marco blinked, stared, and then registered that those three had somehow managed to get in trouble again.
"Aren't those the three kidnap girls?" Hummed Jozu confirming Marco's fear. Thatch dramatically leapt to his feet.
"We must help the poor damsels!" He exclaimed racing towards the brawl, Jozu following calmly behind. Marco rose to go help them when Ace snorted.
"Don't let them hear you call them that," Ace mumbled into his drink. Marco frowned.
"…You're not going to help?" Ace raised his eyebrows, looking pointedly at the three girls. Marty was taking on a pirate twice her size with a book half her weight and holding her own. With no weapon, educational or otherwise, Beth had resorted to slamming the toe of her boot into the shins of the brawlers around her. Even Charlene was helping by letting the girls know when a crew member got too close by screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs.
"… They've got it covered," Ace said dryly. Marco watched Thatch and Jozu muscle their way through the fighters to reach the girls, then shepherd them over to the exit.
"Well," Marco said sitting back down, "Teaching them to fight shouldn't be too hard."
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"M'ladies," said Thatch holding the door open with a bow.
"Thank you," Said Cake, walking gracefully into the room to perch on the bed. Marty grinned at the large, silent man behind her.
"You too, Commander Jozu," she said cheerfully, "thanks for getting us out of there," Marty grinned at the freckly nurse who had followed them, "G'night Martha, thanks for taking care of us." Martha waved cheerily then moved off towards the nurse's quarters. Jozu smiled at the girls before taking hold of Thatch's shoulder and dragging him down the corridor after him.
"Goodnight, my darlings!" Thatch called through the door as it swung shut. Beth giggled then glanced at herself and Marty.
"Shower first?" She asked quietly. Marty glanced at her and nodded.
"Shower first," she confirmed dropping the Devil Fruit encyclopaedia onto the desk.
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;P Well this chapter is more of a filler, but sorry 'bout the cliff hanger, I'll get the next chapter up as quick as I can! Xxx
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