It's been a few weeks since I've last updated you on Luna and Sario, so here we are. If you remember their last chapter, Luna gained a few gold bars in a chest full of beautiful dresses, a chest full of swords, and a bit of anger at a World Noble for burning her potential ship and locking down the shipyard. Their plan, impersonate Marines and steal their ship. Luna has plenty of experience as something of an infiltrator, but Sario is just a novice. Hopefully it turns out well from a few days of Luna giving him a crash course. And what of the rest of the crew? Well, stay tuned.

Now, as with many of my stories, I accept OCs, so if you have an idea for either a pirate for Luna and her pirates to meet or a new crew member, or even a Marine that might chase her and fight her from time to time. It helps me greatly to know that I'm inspiring you to be so creative.

Disclaimer: I, Lord Genesis Shadow, do hereby state that I do not own the rights to One Piece. Thank you, and have a nice day.

I slowly put the ribbons in place as Sario adjusted his. I pushed his hand down and he looked up at me curiously, though I just went back to putting them in precise order.

"If they're out of place, they won't be of much use." I said calmly. "You're a Chief Petty Officer, and your medals are currently right where they need to be." He nodded slowly as I fixed the last one and adjusted the collar of the uniform. "Now, your name, Petty Officer?"

"Chief Petty Officer Fergal Lynch." He said quickly. I wagged my finger.

"Calm." I said. "All it takes is one slip for us to fall into the brig, and that will complicate this plan quite a bit." He nodded and cleared his throat.

"Chief Petty Officer, Fergal Lynch, ma'am." He said. I smiled.

"Much better." I said. "Just, have fun with this. It'll work if you just pretend it's a game. That's how Pops taught me. Everything was a game, and that's how I learned so much in only eight years." He laughed as I crossed my arms. "Now, I shall need a name… Zabrisa Lunari will now be a rare use when I need a quick alias, but for this guise…"

"Abigail again?" He suggested. I raised my finger and wagged it.

"No, if I used that, it'd leave a bit to chance." I said. I tapped my arm and shrugged. "I knew a tavern waitress a few years ago. Her name will suffice. She was in Tougarest after all, and the Marines won't go near it for a declaration from a certain Yonko." I nodded. "Commander Jessica Still, private sector, commandeering a ship so that I can make my report. Reason for not having a ship, it was damaged and is currently being repaired, and it will take too long, and my report is vital."

"I, I'm still not sure about this whole thing." He said. "I mean, deceiving them so much, and then killing them all? It feels, a little, wrong."

"They did much the same to my first captain." I said. He looked at me for a moment and I backed up to lean against the wall. "A man I only knew as Mr. Trevor was a Marine masquerading as one of Captain Ben's crew for over five months, most likely to capture them all anyway, but when they wanted the Devil's Fruit that I ate, they killed off most of the crew until he surrendered. They probably killed a lot more of the crew on their ship, and they're probably keeping Ben in a serious prison because of his bounty. When they did it, I could feel that Mr. Trevor didn't feel a lick of regret for having betrayed us, killing off men that once trusted him, and even trying to kill a thirteen year old kid that he himself introduced to the life." His expression softened. "They don't care what tactics they use, but if you're that bothered, I'm willing to let a few men live. After all, they're going to learn about us eventually, so why not give them a story about how we stole their ship."

"Well, I guess I'll take it easy on some of them." He said. "I just hope we don't lose anyone just trying to get a ship."

"We won't." I said. "We've got a good group. I can tell that they're strong men, enough that this should go fast. There should be about as many Marines on the ship, maybe less, but with the element of surprise, we should be able to take it over fairly quickly." He crossed his arms as I grabbed my uniform's hat. "Now, it'll be up to me to take out the communications, and up to you to make sure the others are ready. Once we start this, there's no way to start over. Make sure everyone is absolutely ready." He nodded.

"I'll be sure everything is ready." He said. "I'll check in on them regularly, make sure they're hydrated and ready to go when we hear the signal… Uh, what was the signal, by the way? I was bothered by Paulie asking me what was up with my accent." I shrugged.

"When you hear gunshots and an alarm, that'll be the signal." I said. "I'll try to thin the Marines down a little, but I'll be after the captain. Often they're the strongest fighters on the ship, and it won't be an easy fight, if he's worthy of his rank." He crossed his arms as I stepped forward. "So, are you ready?" He nodded.

"Yeah, I'm ready to do this." He said. "But, what do you uh, plan on looking like?" I shrugged.

"Bigger chest, black hair, green eyes." I said. "Maybe freckles… Blonde, freckles, slightly bigger chest but not stare worthy, and gray eyes." My body started shifting to change, and I saw Sario's eyes widening. "Surreal?" He nodded slowly as my chest grew, and my cheeks tingled as the freckles started becoming visible. When it was done I held my arms out. "What do you think? I'm kind of worried I might have overdone it on the freckles."

"Uh, maybe, a little…" He said. "That was, scary. I mean, your hair just… And then, your skin got… A-and your eyes…" I giggled into my hand.

"Hey, I get it." I said. "Pops didn't really react more than his eyes, but, I get it. It's a strange and odd thing to actually watch. I've looked in mirrors for major changes like this…" I cleared my throat. "And voice changes are also a little difficult." He blinked. "Too light? I want to seem feminine and, well, safe. I don't want to look or seem all that dangerous. Just an information officer from the private sector, a pencil pusher." He laughed at the tone I'd taken. I was acting like a young and innocent girl. I even made my body look a little younger, like I shouldn't have even been in the Marines. "Too much?"

"Perfect." He said. "You look, harmless." I smiled. "I think the freckles are perfect with that voice and look." He saluted. "Commander, I believe we're ready to go. The men are in the crates, ready to be taken aboard when we arrive." I returned the salute.

"Chief Petty Officer, we are indeed ready." I said. "I will meet you at the dock… I think I'll be taking my own kit." He laughed as we lowered our arms. "What?"

"Well, you'll be a little scrawny girl carrying a heavy chest…" He said. "I say make one of them take it in for you, act like you're tired of carrying it so effortlessly." I smiled.

"Good idea actually." I said. "I won't look the part, but they'll see I'm much stronger than I look." I walked over to the chest. "You take the sword chest and keep it safe. I'll take the dresses and my things. I'll meet you by the dock and I'll go in ahead. I'm going to work on my persona. I am a method actress, after all." He laughed as he walked over to the sword chest.

"Ma'am." A Marine said while saluting. I nodded.

"As you were." I said kindly. "Um, could someone please get the captain of this vessel? I need a moment with him." He nodded as Sario walked up beside me. The Marine walked away while another took his place.

"Is everything okay, ma'am?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Issues with my ship." I said honestly. "It's okay though." I heard a familiar whistle.

"Captain." The Marine said. He turned and saluted as a tall man with graying hair walked down the boarding ramp. He looked down at me as I shifted the two chests in my arms.

"At ease." He said. "Commander? I hope this isn't a surprise inspection. I just had one the other day."

"No, it's a little more important than that." I said. I let out a breath. "Um, could someone please hold these for me? I've been carrying them for over an hour, and my arms are getting a little tired." Several Marines were quickly beside me, and a few took the top chest with a little effort, and another tried to hold my personal chest. "Careful, it's heavier than it…" He took it and nearly fell. His whole body shook until two men took the sides, but even then they all had issues until two more came over to help them. "Looks." They slowly set it down on a crate while the other Marines set the other one down.

"Your, summer home?" The captain asked. I giggled softly into my hand.

"No, just some things from home…" I said quietly. I held my hand out as they started to reach for the latches. "Touch it and I'll have you court-martialed." They looked over as I gestured to my insignias. "Commander Jessica Still." I held my hand out to the captain, which he took calmly. "Private sector." His eyes widened slightly.

"You don't say." He said.

"Recent transfer, promoted, the works." I said. He let go of my hand and I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry, but I have to take command of your ship for a few weeks."

"May I ask why, Commander?" He asked. I raised my eyebrow.

"I wouldn't fight this, Captain." I said. "You may hold a higher rank, but that means little to me right now. I have vital information that needs to reach headquarters, and my ship is currently unable to make the journey. We ran afoul of a Sea King, and it damaged part of the hull. It's a miracle it survived, but it won't be ready for a good while, so I have decided to take temporary command of a seaworthy vessel. This vessel, is yours." He slowly adjusted his cap.

"Is this a volunteer mission, or is my crew being volunteered, ma'am?" He asked calmly.

"I apologize again, but this information can't wait." I said. "The information is extremely sensitive, and I have no choice but to either commandeer a ship and its crew, or I have to let this information become worthless. Seeing as letting it become worthless could cause issues with the World Government, I choose the path that lets me survive." He sighed. "I'm glad you understand. I won't ask for much, but I require my own room, as does my second in command, Chief Petty Officer Fergal Lynch. And before you ask, his rank doesn't matter, because he has skill enough to rise two ranks… He just doesn't accept a promotion since he would have to serve behind a desk, and neither of us want that to happen."

"I'm sure we can find acceptable rooms." The captain said calmly. I nodded and gestured to a bunch of marked crates. "What about them?"

"This is all information." I said. "Hard copies of data I've acquired over several months. Classified of course." He sighed. "If any of it is out of order, it would take weeks of sorting, and since only Fergal and I have the clearance to even look at it, the ones involved with the disorder would be severely punished. I want the utmost care taken with each and every crate."

"Of course." He said. His tone wasn't so much agitated as it was irritated. He truly believed what I was telling him. "Will there be, any other requirements?"

"Yes." I said. "First of all, for the duration of this mission, you are not to question us about any of the information or where we've been for the past several months. Second, these crates are to be loaded, but never opened by anyone but Fergal or myself. If Fergal or I enter the hold with the crates, all other personnel are to leave and not return until we are gone. Third, there will be no communication from this ship, incoming calls are to be taken only in my presence. As far as anyone is concerned, this is a shakedown run to make sure everything is running smoothly." He nodded while gritting his teeth, though he didn't realize I noticed. "Lastly, no one is to enter our quarters for any reason. If the ship is attacked, there will be no looking in, there will be no opening of the door, and no one will be in either of our rooms for any reason whatsoever. Anyone caught or even suspected of being in our room will be dealt with as I see fit."

"Understood." He said. "Permission to speak freely?"

"Granted." I said. I could tell Sario was nervous.

"Why my ship?" He asked. "I know we've just gotten the Kairoseki coating, but that's becoming standard issue." I put my hand to my chin. "I'd like to know why my ship is being taken out of my direct command, and I think I have a right to know."

"Kairoseki…" I said quietly. "I don't think I've been informed of this… But your ship was chosen not for some recent improvement, but because your crew was deemed fit enough for the duty, trustworthy, and most importantly, capable under pressure." He blinked.

"You, said you are in the private sector, but you've not heard of Kairoseki?" He asked. "Seastone?"

"My mission is to acquire sensitive or classified information." I said calmly. "Technical data is not under my range unless it's something that is deemed important enough for me to investigate. I'd appreciate knowing what this is, as I was not informed during or prior to deciding. If it negatively impacts the speed of the vessel…"

"It won't." He said. "Seastone is, well, a stone. It apparently resonates with the energy of the sea, allowing us to go through the calm belt without attracting the attention of Sea Kings. It also has a property of, and I'm quoting an egghead scientist on this, depowering Cursed people when in direct contact with them. If, for example, you were a Devil Fruit user and were to put a necklace with a Seastone pendant around your neck, you would lose the ability to use your power, because it is as though you were in contact with the sea." I looked at the ship.

"Interesting." I said. "Do you have, weapons, made with it, yet?"

"None as of now." He said. "But they say there are some weapons with it. Cuffs, necklaces, and staffs, but mostly coating the bottom of ships with it is what is being done with it. Attacks by Sea Kings have dropped considerably." I nodded.

"All the more reason for me to stay with my decision." I said quietly. I giggled. "So, I believe it is time to go aboard, take the crates to the hull, and chart a course. I will show you where we will be going, and you will give the message to hold any and all communications while Fergal and I settle in." I turned. "Fergal, would you be a dear and quickly get your things set so we can get to work?"

"Yes, ma'am." He said calmly. I smiled as I turned, and the Captain was gesturing as the Marines lifted my equipment.

"Thank you." I said. I turned to the Marines. "Please be careful. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourselves."

"No worries, ma'am." One said in a strained voice.

"Marines, never hurt themselves." Another said, also straining.

"So, soundproofed." Sario said. I nodded and leaned back.

"I checked it myself." I said. "Yelled for a few minutes at the door when Marines were passing by, and not one bothered to even knock on the door. It's perfect." He laughed. "So, is everyone okay?"

"A few bumps, but no injuries." He said. "A few guys are bored, but they're being quiet. They'll wait for the signal."

"It may be a few days." I said. "Good thing they all have plenty of food and water." He nodded. "When we're free, I'll slip in, shut down the communication equipment, and start the diversion."

"I'm going to regret saying this, but, I'm kind of nervous about this." He said. I smiled a little.

"Good." I said.

"What?" He asked. "I said, I'm nervous about this. As in, I'm a little unsure."

"So am I." I said. He opened his mouth and I held up my hand. "I'm further undercover than you are. You just play the quiet guy, don't act like you don't belong, and study how everyone walks. Don't act like you normally do, but fall in with the crowd." He sighed. "Look, I'm not even me right now. I have to remember that Commander Jessica acts nice and sweet, even when she threatens someone, and I have to remember not to act too out of character. If I act like me for too long, or if I let my voice go back to normal for any reason I'll blow my cover and have to start my backup plan of taking down the crew while trying to get to the comm. room and keeping them from calling in an SOS. We're both nervous, and I think we'd have to be crazy not to be."

"I, I guess…" He said quietly. "But what about the captain? He seems, a little suspicious."

"He should be." I said. "New girl comes along and basically takes control of his ship, even if he does still have his crew under his command. I can take over whenever I want to, and my word means more than his. If he tries to take over, I'll be able to call it mutiny and take him out of the picture earlier. He knows that. I think he suspects that I'm stronger than I look, and that's just what I wanted." I smiled. "He's afraid of me. He'll consider everything carefully, and if he does try something, he won't do much about it, apart from voice complaints."

"Why the private sector?" He asked.

"They don't have the ability to check." I said. "Private sectors often don't allow any of their officers' names to be known. When you don't know about who you're dealing with, you tend to act cautious until you think you know enough."

"But we're taking over, without knowing this captain…" He said slowly.

"I'll learn all I need to know in a few days." I said. "I'm going to keep an eye on him, and act like I'm 'interested', but too shy to talk to him about it."

"You, are a little too comfortable with doing this." He said. "It's like you, actually have fun fooling people…"

"Don't worry, I won't pull stuff like this with you." I said. "Don't get me wrong, you're cute, but I just don't think things would work… Doesn't mean I won't flirt from time to time, if you don't mind." He laughed.

"You're crazy." He said. "Lovely, but just, insane." He stared for a moment before I laughed.

"Lovely now, or when I'm me?" I asked through the laughter. He blushed.

"Always." He said. "I mean, right now you're cute, but normally, you've got this, sexiness, and you've got that, swagger." I laughed.

"Well, I don't swagger on purpose." I said. "Ever try to walk on a ship that's out to sea proper?" He looked around and I laughed. "I mean one that's rocking and swaying to the rhythm of the sea."

"Well, yeah, a few." He said. "I kept nearly falling over."

"You'll get used to it, I promise." I said. "In time anyway. Took me a week to get used to Captain Ben's ship. Once you start getting used to walking on the deck of a ship, you start walking in time and rhythm with the waves that rock the ship. When you get on land, you kind of just, pick up a swagger. I'm lucky that I'm able to control it a little, even if it does still stick with me."

"I think you should let that part stay." He said. "The way your hips move, it makes you look more, confident." I smirked at him.

"I knew it." I said slyly. He blinked. "I can always tell when someone's staring at my… hips." He laughed.

"I'm surprised you haven't slapped me for it yet." He said.

"If it bothered me, I would have." I said. "But if I slapped everyone that watched my hips as I walked by, I'd slap most of the men in every port I've been to. I've learned to just stop taking notice."