Chapter 9
So I got my first negative review! But it wasn't really that bad and the person raised some good points, I'll do my best! Let me know if you think something's wrong!
Also nice job to Shiningheart of ThunderClan for picking up such a huge mistake XD THANK YOU, it is now fixed. I would also like to make something clear, Purple and Purple reVAMPED are the EXACT SAME STORY! The only difference is that Purple reVAMPED is the rough draft, and has the editor's notes and comments left in, as well as a few conversations between me and her.
This particular chapter is dedicated to two people, first my editor for putting up with ALL my crap (love you Fox) (Fox8299 – Haha, love you Monty! Someone has to do it, might as well be me. I get to edit, you get an edited story, it's a win-win situation!) and second Amayarawrz, for making my whole day with her reviews, you're a good person :,).
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 and Rose ;) ), PLEASE REVIEW ! XX
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"MAN OVERBOARD! DEVIL FRUIT USER OVERBOARD!" Marty blinked, oh right, devil fruit users can't swim. She lurched up and ran over to the railing as Marco was threw a rope ladder over the side.
"Charlene!" Marco yelled down as the girl as she flailed for the rope, "Get Ace to the ladder!" Charlene latched onto the ladder and glared upwards.
"Excuse me!" She all but screeched, "I don't think so! Send someone else down to save him!" Marco made a frustrated noise as he glanced around for someone else. Marty leaned over the railing.
"Charlene, you twit!" She yelled, "Go back or I'll knock you off!" Charlene ignored her and continued climbing. Beth sighed, and jumped over the railing. Marty guiltily watched her fall, this was her fault, but she was pretty sure that copying Beth's actions would do more harm than good. Beth hit the water and, Marty waited for a few terse seconds for her to re-surface. Which she did, and then taking a deep breath, she dived back under.
"Arh, pull me up," Panted Cake, who Marty turned to see had almost reached the deck.
Ace was pissed. That little-! She didn't have to send him into the ocean. Was she trying to kill him? Wait till he got his hands on her, he wouldn't make the same mistake of underestimating her again. He sank deeper into the ocean, fuming over his situation when hands grabbed his forearm and began dragging him upwards. He broke the surface gasping, and looked around to see the green-haired Pixie girl as his rescuer. She smiled at him then began towing him towards a rope ladder hanging down from the ship. She pulled him over to the rope ladder, which he grabbed with both hands and began pulling himself upwards. After climbing up several meters he glanced down at Beth who was following close behind him.
"What about Blondie?" Ace asked confused. Beth looked past his head with an eyebrow raised. Ace followed her gaze to see Blondie had reached the deck. She was stretching out her arm to be pulled aboard.
"Did she just leave me down here?" He asked furiously. He heard Beth laughing.
"I wouldn't be too upset," Ace looked back down at her confused.
Suddenly a scream spilt the air and Charlene free fell past. (Fox8299 –HAHA! SUCCESS!)
(Monty – Your welcome)
(Fox8299 – -_- It's 'you're'… And thankyou.)
"What the-?" Ace looked up to the deck where Purple was still leaning over the railing, a large grin on her face.
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"…Right," Marco said pinching the bridge of his nose, "so." He looked at the three girls before him, none of which actually looked capable of causing so much trouble. Ace was leaning grumpily on the railing, sopping wet, glaring at Marty, who was looking abashed.
"Oh, look at my hair," Wailed Charlene as she attempted to ring the seawater out. Beth sighed, ruffling her own hair, sending water droplets flying. Ace flicked his glare from Marty to Cake.
"How could you push me?" Fumed Cake, Beth laughed, "Excuse, me! It's not-"
"You," Cut in Ace peevishly, "don't talk anymore." Charlene looked scandalised, but fell silent none the less. He turned the full force of his glare back on Marty, who sighed.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident. I honestly wasn't aiming to throw you over board," Ace didn't respond.
"Calm down Ace, it's partly your own fault for not paying attention," Marco said tiredly. Ace looked at him furious, but toned his glare down. Only slightly though. Marco turned back to the girls.
"Ok, we need to figure out what Marty's power is before she throws someone else-."
"We already know," Marco looked at Beth surprised. Marty was nodding, confirming her statement.
"…You already know," Ace repeated slowly.
"Yaosu Yaosu, It was listed in the large encyclopaedia," Beth continued calmly.
"It's a paramecia," Marty said helpfully. Ace held up a hand in the universal signal for stop.
"Wait Yaosu… element?" Ace asked, curiosity breaking his death glare, Marty nodded, "Show me."
"Last time I showed you, you ended up in the water," Marty pointed out.
"It won't happen again."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I won't let it happen again."
"You're pretty cocky for someone who just had his behi-"
"Ok!" Marco broke in as Ace straightened from leaning against the railing, "Let's not go there."
"Again," Marty put in helpfully, challenging Ace's glare. She held for a few seconds and then began to laugh, further infuriating the Mera Mera user.
"Watch it Purple," Warned Ace, raising a now burning fist, (Fox8299 – ooh, scary. Pft. *eyebrow raises defiantly*)
(Monty – If someone was waving a fist at me and their fist was on fire, yes, I would be scared… or I would try and touch it)
(Fox8299 – I'm an idiot; I have no sense of self-preservation when it comes to anything cool, animal-involved or science involved. I'd touch it, try to figure out how I can stop it from blistering, think of another way I could touch it and then then touch it again.)
"Or we will see how well you control fire when it's burning through your pants."
"If I can control fire does that mean I can control Ace?" Marty asked Marco hopefully. Marco thought for a second.
"I'm not sure, you can try."
"No. No you can't," Ace objected.
"Try the fire in his hand first," Beth input.
"Oi, oi.."
Marty looked between Aces hand and her own. It's all well and good in theory, but she hadn't ever done something like this on purpose. She pointed at Aces hands hesitantly. Ace raised an eyebrow at her when nothing happened. So she tried wiggling her fingers.
"...Maybe your fire is retarded?" Suggested Marty. Ace frowned, turning his hand over he flicked his flingers (fingers, maybe?) (Fox8299 – seriously dude, fingers? Flingers? Is flingers even a word?) outwards, sending hot sparks in Marty direction.
"Wah!" Marty raised her hand to shield her face. The ciders flared into pillars of fire mid-air. Marty, Beth and Charlene dived out of the way. The pillars zoomed past hitting crewmembers who were in the process of letting the sail out.
"GAAAHH! ACE!"
"WHAT THE HELL BASTARD!"
"MY PANT'S ARE BURNING! MY PANTS ARE BURNING!" (Fox8299 – That's because he's a liar, therefore he deserves it! But seriously, I can barely breathe. Oh the pain!)
(Monty – at the pant's on fire, or your own joke?)
(Fox8299 – Pants*. And I'm laughing because I can totally imagine a guy running around trying to put his ass out.)
"I didn't do that," Protested Ace when Marco looked at him accusingly. Beth rolled onto her back and sat up.
"So she can't control the fire till Ace relinquished control over it," Beth said calmly, as if she hadn't just escaped being barbequed, "… That could be useful to know."
"AH THE ROPES ON FIRE! PUT IT OUT! GET WATER QUICK!"
"OI BASTARDS! COME AND HELP!"
"AH crap," Said Marco, he turned to go help and then stopped, he glanced at Marty, "You created the fire, and can you stop it?" Marty looked at him blankly, blinking like an owl.
"Um." Marty looked at the fire climbing up the ropes towards the sail.
Ummm, she thought, and pointed her hand at the flames, stop, halt, desist… please?
"Yaosu yaosu Halt," She muttered without thinking. The fire flickered and began to die.
"I did it!" She cried thrilled. Then the fires reared back up and exploded, running up the rope faster than before to set the sail alight.
"What did you do THAT for!" Ace exclaimed furiously.
"Marty, try water instead," Beth said calmly jumping to her feet. Marty glanced at her surprised.
"Uh, kay," She jumped to her feet and turned towards the railing. Marco and Ace watched her resigned, wondering how much would be destroyed before the fire went out.
Water, come on work with me, Marty thought. She threw out her hands
"Yaosu yaosu, wave!" She said desperately not knowing where it came from. For a few seconds nothing happened. Then an enormous wave rose out of the ocean. It kept rising till it towered over the ship, mast and all.
"WHOA WHOA WAIT!" Yelled Ace, backing up. Marty didn't answer staring at her gigantic wave in shock.
"HANG ON TO SOMETHING!" Marco yelled, he grabbed Beth and Charlene and dragged them into the protection of the railing. Ace tackled Marty to the deck as the wave hit. The wave slammed down onto deck, rocking the Moby Dick as if it was a small sail boat caught in a storm. For several minutes the ship was thrown back and forth as the sea attempted to right itself. Slowly, the ship lulled back into gentle rocking. (Fox8299 –So, just a question. If she can snuff out the flames, can she also freeze/boil water? 'Cause, if she can, she could start a business where she makes ice sculptures! … No? Okay, I'll just go sit in my corner then…)
(Monty- enjoy that corner)
(Fox8299 – *Blows party blower, confetti falls around me* I will, thank you very much.)
Marco picked himself off the deck and glanced around warily. Beth and Charlene looked slightly dazed, but were otherwise fine. Ace groaned, attracting Marco's attention.
Ace pushed himself up onto his hands and knee's, pulling his hat back onto his head.
"Ow," Marty grumbled from underneath him. Ace glared at her.
"This is your fault you know," He said grumpily, climbing to his feet, pulling the troublesome girl up after him.
"Sorry," Marty said dizzily, "big wave, big, BIG wave." She said helpfully.
"You're crazy," Said Cake, climbing unsteadily to her feet.
"You have no idea," Marty said cheerfully, swaying slightly. Beth chuckled.
"At least the fire's out."
"Do you usually put out a candles with tidal waves?" Asked Cake grumpily. Marco sighed and assessed the damage to the ship. Most of the crew and cargo had been pushed to the opposite railing, put it didn't look like anything important, like people, had gone overboard.
"I think that's enough training for today," Marco suggested. Nobody argued.
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"She can't control it," Marco said quietly, "She literally has more power than she can handle."
Whitebeard shifted in his seat, never taking his eyes off Marco. After the incident that morning, he had called a commanders meeting.
"… but," He asked again amused, "She actually threw Ace overboard?" Marco grinned as chortles broke out among the assembled commanders.
"She got lucky," Growled Ace, (Fox8299 – Yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses…)
(Monty – no really, she did, in a proper fight she would be BBQ, flash fried and beaten to a pulp, Ace is ridiculously strong)
(Fox8299 – Chill, chill, it was a joke!)
(Monty – Ace isn't a joke)
"and you got trounced by the little princess."
"The other two don't really need any training," Marco continued as the laughter died down, "Beth is an incredible marksman, and Charlene is an experienced fencer."
"And on top of that," Mused Whitebeard, "Marty has incredible powers."
"Which may end up killing us all if she can't get control of them," Ace pointed out.
"But how long will it take her?" Asked Thatch. Marco paused, thinking.
"… I don't see her gaining respectable control anytime soon," Marco said reluctantly, "even with proper training, I can see it taking her a hell of a long time."
"What makes you say that?"
"Unlike the other two girls, she hasn't had discipline or training," Marco said slowly, "If you talked to her you would understand but, it's as if she has led an even more sheltered life than the Charlene girl."
"Who beat you in swords play," Grinned Vista. Marco gave him a wry look.
"I don't understand, she has as much fire in her as the green-haired girl," Reasoned Blamenco, "What would make you say she's more naïve than the little princess?"
Marco just looked thoughtful.
Whitebeard laughed, reverting the attention back on himself, before the commanders could get Marco to elaborate.
"Regardless," He said taking a swing of ever-present sake, "those three would be an interesting addition." He glanced sideways at the assembled commanders.
"We arrive at Billion's cove tomorrow afternoon, provided this wind keep's up, you have till then to convince them to join."
"Which means someone is going to have to teach going to have to teach Marty control," Said Marco calmly. Ace nodded absently, and then realised everyone was looking at him.
"Wait, What! Why me? Why can't you teach her?" Ace protested. Marco grinned.
"Your powers are similar, you were in charge of teaching her and Beth, and I find it amusing," Marco said, "Pick a reason, they all work."
Ace let loose a string of swear words.
"I can instruct the little blond girl," Offered Vista, "there is always room for improvement." Marco chuckled darkly.
"No take-back's," Marco said knowingly, Vista frowned confused.
"I'll take the little green girl," Offered Izo. Whitebeard nodded.
"Where are the girl's now?" Marco and Ace glanced at each other hesitantly.
"They went back to their room, Charlene wanted a shower," Marco (I think you mean Marco here, Marty was back at the room.) said slowly, as if choosing each word carefully. All of the fourteen other commanders went silent and looked at the first and second division commanders like they had grown extra heads.
"You left them," Thatch said slowly, "alone in their room, again, after the trouble they got into yesterday?" Marco and Ace looked uncomfortable.
"We didn't have a choice," Ace protested, "in the first place, the only one who actually causes any trouble is Purple."
"And we left a guard on them this time," Marco said tiredly, "hopefully he will stop them wandering around and blowing stuff up."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Well then we have an eye witness to everything they destroy."
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"Royal Flush!" Marty cheered throwing down her cards, "I win!"
"You cheated!" Protested Rory, also throwing down his own cards, Marty laughed.
"So did you, I just cheated better."
"You've both been cheating!" Exclaimed Beth surprised, "Unfair!" Marty continued to laugh. Her class had gone through a poker-craze. After a while, just playing poker got boring, first one person cheated then another. Soon it became a game to see who could cheat in the most creative way without getting caught.
You'd be surprised how many unsuspecting substitute teachers were robbed out of their money by her senior class. But that's a whole other story.
Marty began to gather up the rock candy Rory had procured for them to use as betting chips, when the bathroom door opened. Marty glanced up as Cake walked out.
"You must have used up the ships entire water supply by now," Accused Beth, while Marty bit into a rock candy and nearly broke her teeth. (Fox8299 – … You know, if she wants another shower, you could always throw her back overboard. I hear salt water does wonders for hair…)
(Monty – I got her overboard twice, what more do you want)
(Fox8299 – Another one. Besides, third time's the charm, she might just stay there this time.)
"GAH!" Marty glared at the candy. Rory raised an eyebrow.
"You can't bite it, it's called rock candy for a reason; suck on it," Rory advised.
"But I'm hungry now!" Marty complained, as she got to her feet. Rory watched her warily.
"… Where are you going?"
"Can we go get food from the kitchen? It's gotta be lunchtime soon right?" Marty asked hopefully, Rory shifted in his place on the floor.
"… Maybe we should wait for Marco and Ace," He suggested just as hopefully, Beth smiled knowing full well they would be going whether Rory agreed to it or not.
"We are just going to the kitchen," Beth reasoned, also standing, "we've been there before." Rory rose quickly to his feet as the two girls walked toward the door.
"Wait, I really don't think-" Rory began uncertainly, Beth and Marty shared a look then each grabbed one of his arms and began dragging him backwards, successfully cutting him off.
"Come on Rory, don't be a downer," Marty said cheerfully.
"What trouble can we cause in the dining room that isn't already happening," Beth agreed.
Charlene watched the older girls drag the man backwards with amusement, then through her towel on the bed and followed them out the door.
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That's it! Until next time!
Sorry for the long Authors notes, I tried to thin it down, to little avail.
Montyzoomer out!
(Monty -Barely any comments from Fox, how strange)
(Fox8299 – Bite me. I had very little input in this chapter. I have a new puppy to look after. I can't understand kids that mumble and point at what they want but this fur ball just whimpers! It has no fingers to point with! I'm screwed!
I thought I'd be nice this chapter and not litter your entire work with a hell of a lot of useless and annoying comments, be grateful! :P
Also – because I almost forgot:
It's Getting Boring By The Sea – The Blood Red Shoes
This band is one of my favourites, highly recommend searching up their other songs. Also, for anyone who knows Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World, you may know this song from the soundtrack and second trailer.)
