Sorry if it's the sentences are a little choppy, I had to rewrite this chapter as it wasn't as light hearted as I had original planned when I started writing this story. I'm still not really happy with this chapter but meh. Thanks for the reviews ;)

Slight! Thalassophobia –Fear of the sea.

"Forty-nine bottles of pop on the wall, forty-nine bottles of pop. Take one down, pass it around, forty-eight of pop on the wall~" she gave a huffed sigh at the annoying length of the song as she picked herself off the storage room floor satisfied that she had waited long enough. The loud partying of various songs and loud calls for sake had slowly died down over the hours into the brisk silence.

Inching slowly out from the storage room Miki looked at both directions of the darkened hallway before creeping towards the set of stairs leading towards the deck. The creaked lowly with each step causing her heart-rate and breathing to spike. Taking deep breathes she tried to supress the symptoms of anxiety and stress. Reaching the top of the stairs she crossed the room warily towards the final door that led to the ship's deck.

Opening the door a little bit she looked out relieved that no one was on the deck. Walking out onto the seemingly vacant deck warily, and gazed upward at dimly lit sky. They were docked close to a sand bank. And judging by the small amount of light diffusing against the dark vast it was close to dawn.

"So what are you doing down there?" A distinctly familiar voice requested on top of the railing a level above. A dark red stain painted across his face, a wide grin set in place and a sake bottle in hand.

"Well I w-" wait! She jumped backwards away from the smirking captain. "You scared the hell out of me!"

Miki knew it was a long shot but she was grasping at straws now. "I'm just a figment of your drunken imagination," She smiled, curious to how much he had actually consumed considering it was early morning.

"I'm not that drunk," Shanks laughed taking it all in stride.

"Alcoholic,"

Pushing off the railing Shanks started to climb down the stairs, "So may I ask what you are doing aboard my ship?"

"Again with the rhetorical questions?" Miki countered walking backwards away from the captain.

"You seem to put yourself in bad situations."

"It's a quirk."

"You didn't answer my question."

The wood of the railing hit her back realising she had run out of room. Quickly she jumped into the shallow water close to the sand bank. She wasn't however expecting him to follow her as she trudged up the steep, shifting wet sand.

Miki turned around a perfect little smile coating her lips allowing that false tone of saccharine sweetness to lace her tone. "Please come with me to the Marine's?"

Shanks raised a hand to his head before pushing her shoulder roughly causing her to tumble back into the water.

"Ahhh!" she yelled as she broke the water's surface, failing her arms and legs around splashing.

"Miki, stand up."

She topped slashing momentarily before standing up in mid-waist water, blinking for a moment, "Oh. It's touching me!" she shrieked. "Get it off!"

The sound of chucking broke her out her frantic splashes.

"You could've killed me!" she snapped, splashing the evil water at his amused face.

"I had to check if you were a devil fruit user or not." Shanks muttered, "Besides you were using your ability on me."

"You could've asked in a non-life threatening way!"

"You wouldn't have told me." He reasoned, "So what devil fruit did you eat?"

Miki pouted turning her head away, "I'm not telling."

Shanks smirked, "Your acting childish."

"Am not,"

Another sigh left his lips, running a hand through his hand to relieve some of his frustration. "At the moment you're a threat to my crew and-" Shanks started in a serious tone.

"Allure-Allure fruit," Miki muttered cutting him off effectively. She grimaced annoyed at giving away her one advantage.

Shanks arched an eyebrow, "Allure-Allure fruit?"

"It's kinda like being a siren I guess," Miki mumbled.

Shanks pondered this for a moment and Miki grew uneasy at the serious look on his face. "Don't use it for the time being and I'll drop you off at the next island."

Miki stared at him blankly stunned at his offered. A rough sigh as the water lapped at her waist inching higher causing her to relent. Shanks hoisted her onto the sand before smiling, "You're still a scaredy-cat."

Miki scoffed, flicking wet stands of hair over her shoulder before casting a look at the red-head, stiffening at the wide smirk covering Shanks' face. "Miki my friend," he started slinging an arm around her shoulder, "You do know sirens were considered to be seductive to sailors."

Miki blanched more (if possible) not particularly liking the way this conversation was headed or maybe the teasing smirk on Shanks' face. "Yeah what's your point?"

"Does that mean you're here to seduce me?"

"No." Miki stated flatly before shanks became reacquainted with the ocean.