The trip to Gloomy Island wasn't bad like I had thought. It was in fact pretty much the worst thing I've ever experienced in my life. The whole way I was moaning and groaning as I clutched the side of the boat, cursing everything and anything I could as I struggled not to lose my lunch. More then once I screamed profanities at the Gummy Bear Gods, demanding once more what the crap I did to deserve it. Three days into the sailing we had to take break at a little Island so I could eat and rest a bit before heading the rest of the voyage. Two weeks went by before my torture had ended and I stood on the sands of Gloomy Island.

"I'm never leaving. I've become a permanent resident. That is all there is to it." I mumbled as I staggered into a tree. I clutched it with a groan. "Hold still tree!"

"The tree is not moving, mon petit chat." Mihawk frowned as he walked to my side and tilted his head in amusement.

"Take your French language and shove it up you mustache." I grouched as I staggered to the next tree.

"You're quite interesting when seasick."

"Silence! I kill you!"[1] I snarled as I shot a series of eyeball daggers at him. "I will rip off your scruffy beard!"

"My beard is not scruffy." He sniffed as he gave me a roll of the eyes. "Come here, I'll carry you."

"No!" I shouted as I glared at him venomously. "I refuse! I'm not a princess!"

"Come now, no need for the drama. Come here." Mihawk growled as walked to my side and gave me a glare. I glared back. "Do not anger me, la tigre."

Egotistical asshole. I fumed but I glanced away from his sharp stare. Taking it as permission he leaned down and picked me up princess style (not bridal style because I don't even want to think of it like that). I groaned at him as I covered my mouth, trying not to puke. Then he moved, his legs moving faster then I could see, the grounds blurring as did the trees as he jogged up the hills and around trees.

"I'm gonna hurl all over you..." I moaned out as I hiccuped a little. "H-Hawkeye I'm serious! I'm gonna -burp- Ugh..."

"A little longer." He chided as he leaped over rubble. "We're almost at the castle."

"N-not gonna..."I heaved, clamping my face a little harder as I felt myself wretch. My stomach did another turn. "Please... slow down..."

"If that is your wish." Mihawk sighed as he slowed into a steady walk. He glanced down at me with a frown. "You cannot handle the sea very well, can you?"

I grunted in response, not quite sure if I trusted my stomach enough to let go of my mouth. I shuddered against him as I let myself go limp, my chest aching as I panted weakly. Stupid... stupid.. STUPID ocean. I hated boats, I hated sailing and the Gummy Bear Gods could kiss my ass. I'm sticking to Sour Patch kids. Yes, every gummy bear I see from here on out was going to be wiped out... Massacred. Destroyed. Yes, Steve[2] and I were going to ripe them apart and eat their hearts.

"Now now, if you keep making that face it will freeze and you'll be scary for the rest of your life."

"What if I make my face go normal and it freezes back?"

"It doesn't work that way.[3]" Mihawk grunted. I rolled my eyes at him but let out weak sigh. I really didn't feel well. "You should rest, Kitten. You've been through some rough times."

I nodded slowly before resting my throbbing head against his chest and sighing. He chuckled above me, amused by my suddenly childish behavior. I grumbled softly at him in response, too tired and worn down to even try to fight him anymore. Now that I actually think about it, these Warlords seem to tire me out a lot. Hm, I was going to need stress leave after all this. Retire early from being the Warlords play toy. Wouldn't that be a hoot to try and explain.

I fell asleep being carried in the arms of the worlds greatest swordsman and woke up in a large poofy bed, piled on blankets and a cloth on my forehead. I felt cold, sweaty almost. My fingertips were chilled to the touch while my face felt too warm. My head throbbed, like my brain was putting too much pressure on my skull and I whined weakly. I glanced around to see the curtains fluttering in the draft of the room, the sun peeking in through the cracks.

"I see you're awake." A snobbish voice grumbled from my bedside. I glanced over at the pink haired woman, her big buggy eyes glowering down at me as she puckered her thin lips in a frown. "About time, you've been out for the past couple days. I thought creepy sword guy actually brought a dead woman in until I heard you moaning. Geesh, you're so weak I wouldn't even want you as my servant."

I growled weakly at her, my back tensing as I glared at her. She glared at me back. Both of us gave the other a once over. She was a pretty skinny thing, with long curly locks and dressed entirely in odd clothes. A small skirt, some boots, and even a strange hat to go with it. Immediately I didn't like her and by the expression on her face she didn't like me either. I felt an odd tingle in the back of my skull, warning me against this woman. I let out a heated snarl as I panted in exhaustion.

"Suck on Oar's toes." I sneered. "Like I'd want to be servant to a brat."

"E-excuse me?!" She stood up so quickly that she knocked down the chair she had been sitting on. "How dare you speak to me like that!"

"I remember somebody else... saying something like that..." I mumbled distantly as I tried to think of her name. "Louise? Lenese? L...Li..Li-something.."

"What are you talking about now?" The woman snapped irritably.
"Lisa...?" I glanced at the curtains with a frown. "Dofly, what's her name?"

"Who the crap is Dofly?"

"She is referring to Doflamingo. I see she's awoken." Mihawk entered the room with his usual grace, his yellow eyes staring as he carried a bowl of soup in his hands. "How do you feel?"

"Did you hit me with a bus?"

"No, you appear to have caught a cold on the trip here." I think Mihawk was frowning judging by his voice but it was kind of hard to tell with all the blurs. "I had thought your queasy behavior was due to your sea sickness but the bug you've caught is rather nasty. You've been out for the past couple days. On that note, what is a bus?"

"I'll tell... tell ya later." I grumbled turning my head to shove it into the cooler side of the pillow. "I wanna sleep."

"After food." Mihawk grunted as he came to my beside with a stern expression. "Eat soup and then you can sleep."

"It smells funny."

"It's chicken." Mihawk snorted. "and I cooked it."

"Oh well then, hand that son of a glitch over." I said sitting up with a groan. "I want to try that bad boy."

Mihawk rolled his eyes as he handed me the bowl on a tray that rested on my lap. I hummed in appreciation as I breathed in the aroma. It was then that I noticed the small Telosnail that sat on the corner of the tray, eyes closed and lips slightly drooling. Curious I looked up at Mihawk and 'hmmed' my question at him as I pointed at it confused.

"The telosnail that Doflamingo gave you." Mihawk answered dryly. His eyebrow twitched as his face darkened with irritation. "He's been calling every hour or so to check in on you. You may wish to call him back."

"Eh? He's been calling...?"

"Yes, every hou-" True to his word the telosnail's eyes bulged and from its belly it produced some weird ringing noise, interrupting Mihawk and scaring me. I blinked at it and it 'RING RING'ed at me. "There, you may as well answer now."

"It's creepy!" I complained, unsure if I really wanted to stick my hands anywhere near that bug eyed thing.

"Just answer it!" the pinky woman snapped. I glowered at her but hesitantly pick up the walky talky that somehow implanted itself in the still screeching snail. Clicking the side button I hesitantly frowned at it, unsure what I'm suppose to do. So me being me just spoke to it.

"Hello?"

"Kitten! About time you damn well picked up." A sharp snort came from the other side as the snail smiled creepily at me. I stared back at it. "What happened?"

"I was sleeping, sorry." I mumbled apologetically. "I'll try to wake up next time."

"E-eh? Hey Kitten, you feelin' alright?" Now the snail was frowning widely at me. I frowned back. "You never apologize, even if ya did something wrong."

"Sorry." I grumbled again, bowing my head weakly.

"HAWKEYE!"

"I am here you fool, cease your screeching." Mihawk snapped as he gently nudged the soup towards me and took the the talking thing from my hand. "What is it?"

"What did you do to Kitten?" Don demanded furiously. "She's only been with you for a couple weeks and she's acting funny! I demand to know what happened!"

"It's okay Donny, I just got a bit sick." I mumbled taking a spoonful of soup. I took it with a hum as I glanced tiredly at the now gaping snail. "I'll be fine in a couple days."

"D-Donny?" Doflamingo gaped at me through the snail, its crooked eyes widening as it stared at me. Then it started shrieking again. "Hang in there kitten, Fluffy-kun is on his way!"

"No." Mihawk snapped as he bared his fangs at the snail. I took a bit more soup, my stomach started twitching making me still. "I will take care of her."

"She got sick with you! I'm comin' dammit!"

"M-Mihawk..." I hiccuped as I shuddered, my stomach lurching more. He ignored me to yell at Don some more, so I did what any normal sick woman would do. I moaned louder."Mihawk..."

"What is it... Oh dammit!" Mihawk cursed as he flew out the door, tossing the snail onto my bedside as I clutched my stomach and face. I struggled to keep it down while he smashed through his house, returning victorious with a bucket in hand. I barely got it before I relieved my inside of their burdens, rather noisily unfortunately but I couldn't help it. I whimpered as my throbbing head pulsed more in tune with my now burning throat. A glass of water appeared beneath my nose. "Here, drink this."

"I'm cold..."I mumbled as I took the glass with unsteady hands. I felt tears start to bubble up beneath my lids and I found that I didn't even care. "I don't like it."

"You've got a fever, you're going to feel cold." Mihawk stated with a sigh. "Come on now, drink."

"I'll just upchuck it too..."

"No, not if you take it slowly. Just sip and see how it goes." Mihawk chided as he took my hand gently and pressed my lips to the glass. I flinched away at first but he coaxed me into the first couple sips. Then slowly I took it on my own, my throbbing head dulling ever so slightly as I leaned against his cold shoulder. "There now, see? No harm done."

"I'm cold..."

"Hang on Kitten, I'll be there soon." Mihawk turned to snap at the snail but its eyes were closed and a soft -beep- told him the line had closed. He growled at but I didn't. I didn't even care. I just wanted to stop hurting. I whined a little but he cooed back as he eased me under the covers and tucked me in. Then replacing the towel on my head he glanced in disgust at the bucket.

"I suppose it was a thought." He sighed as he picked it up and glanced sharply at the pink woman. "Keep an eye on her, little girl. She isn't to get up."

"I'm not a little girl! My name is Perona and I'm not gonna babysit some sick kid!"

"You will watch her girl." Mihawk growled as he turned to glare at her sharply. "I have a bed to prepare seeing how we're going to have yet another unexpected guest."

"But why do I have to watch her?" Perona complained crossing her arms and pouting.

"If she staggers off and gets killed by a monkey then whom do you think Doflamingo will blame? I doubt me." Mihawk pointed out as he went out the door.

"I don't wanna watch her!" Perona shouted as she sat back down with a huff. I rolled my eyes at her and she glared at me but we turned our faces away in silence. Closing my eyes and tried to breath through the pain, though now that I thought about it that water had tasted funny. The pain in my head was dulling down though so I didn't really care...

My eyes closed and again I drifted off to sleep.

[1] Achmed the Dead terrorist

[2] Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs- the monkey (Steve) is just too damn awesome not to mention

[3] Mom - I think Mom and I had this argument once when I was a kid. I'm not really sure who won that one...

I don't speak French so if the translation is wrong (which it most probably is) I apologize. I only remember useless words that have nothing to do with the current story. T-T I haven`t been in a french class for over three years... I can talk all about myself though (go figure) and say left, right, stop or hurry but past that... yeah good luck.

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So REVIEW! and for the French... Je parle le francias une petite.