On my seventeenth birthday I was a little surprised when I received an old set of books from my grandmother. Any normal teen would think it was the worst gift ever, but I had spent hours and hours staring up at them in the bookshelf ever since I was a kid. My Grangran had millions of old books that I had read through by the time I was seven. Those particular books were made out of leather with yellowed pages and a locked latch. I begged for the past ten years to be able to read them, but my Grangran promised that I would be able to read them one day.

I was so ecstatic to see the books that had been hidden in the silly panda bear wrapping paper. I nearly tackled my seventy-two year old grandmother with a hug. She only chuckled to herself returning the hug and patting my back. When I pulled back she had this twinkle in her as she said, "I hope you love a good adventure." At the time I disregarded the look being to giddy to finally have the chance to read what was hidden in those books pages.

In total there were five books each one in increasing thickness by the fifth book. Really eager I locked myself up in my apartment taking a seat at my desk to read. I quickly learned that the books were actually a ton of log books of a Pirate crew. The Straw Hat Pirates had gone on many crazy journeys that I would spend hours immersed in. When I had gotten down to the fifth book my Grangran's words several weeks ago from now, when I began to read the logs.

'I hope you love a good adventure,' at first I thought nothing of when she had said it. But now that I was looking down at the final book something felt off. So far I had gotten to the part of the logs they reached a point where they talked about the captain's loss of his elder brother. There was no telling what the other book held. I was a blubbering baby when I read about the death just like all the heart wrenching moments.

I had been so nervous that this would be the end of the Straw Hats after Luffy had lost his brother. This strange feeling I felt got even stronger when I hooked my finger under the cover to open the book. You know the feeling you get when you know something is going to happen? I had that very feeling as I opened the book. My heart dropped when no more writing greeted my lavender orbs.

Panic filled my whole being as I flipped through the empty pages of the books. Every single page was empty with no more writing. Getting up from my desk that I had been reading on that day and rushed to my Grangran's with said book in hand. The whole way their my mind kept repeating 'This can't be the end!' Once I got there my Grangran had this knowing look on her face when she answered the door.

"You got to the final book." she stated; not asked. I nodded too out of breath from jogging down my street to the next one over to her house. She stepped aside beckoning me inside and led me into her study where said books had been on the highest shelf above the desk. Across from the desk was a couch surrounded around a fireplace. Grangran took a seat on the couch patting the spot next to her which I took.

For a good moment we sat in silence as Grangran calmly poured tea into two cups that just happened to be there. I wondered for a second if she had expected me to come over. She handed me a cup, taking one for herself and took a sip. I placed my back on the saucer since I didn't come here just for tea time I wanted answers. "Gran-" she silenced me by holding a finger up.

Being the gentlewoman she was, she placed her cup sophisticatedly on the saucer not spilling a drop and maintaining good posture while she did so. Now decupped her hands took one of my hands that had been seated on my knee. "Dear, one thing to know about a story is that it always continues even if the person had not the time to write it done." she told me. Confused, I asked while holding up the book, "But why was the fifth one empty?" A smile spread across my Grangran's face like she was remembering something fond as she picked up the book.

Rubbing her finger on the cover she said, "When your Grandfather and I first married he filled our house with so many of the books you loved to read, these included." I listened quietly as she gestured around the study as she continued with a giggle, "I read them just like you and he told me the exact same thing. He was right and I found myself on an unforgettable adventure." Her explanation just left me with more questions. For the next four hours I kept asking her about what she meant. Her response, "You'll find out soon enough."

Before I left her home I posed her one final question, "Grangran, do you know who wrote the logs?" This gave her pause, pressing a finger to her chin with a thoughtful expression. Grangran smiled answering, "Kat, I believe. But I'm not sure its been so long since I read the books." Sighing internally I gave her a small smile bidding her a goodnight. My walk back to my apartment I had been thinking long and hard about what she meant.

She had assured me that I would be taken on a good adventure. I mean I loved reading and sure they can take you on marvelous adventures for a time. Although from the tone in her voice it seemed like there was something more about what she said. When I got back home I went back to my desk where the other four books had been left. I placed the book down and picked up another one of the books.

I flipped through all the books for some sort of name of the person who had written the logs. The only hint I obtained was in the fourth book that had the acronym Aj on the corner of the last page. Aj had to be the name of the Logkeepr if that was what the job should be called. Once I found the name I picked up my phone to call my Grangran. After a few dial tones my Grangran answered.

"Hello?" a sleepy sounding Grangran answered. Wincing I peered over at the clock to see that it was already two in the morning. "Sorry Gran, I thought I didn't know it was that late." I immediately apologized. "It's nothing dear. What did you want to tell me?" I quickly explained my findings of the log only for her to be confused.

"Really? I could have sworn it was Kat. The logkeeper was a member for a pirate crew known as Roger Pirates." Now it was my turn to be confused. The logs I had read talked of the goings on for the Straw Hat Pirates. "Are you sure you're remembering right Grangran? The crew logs I read were for the Straw Hat Pirates." Grangran was silent for a minute, probably trying to sort through her memories. "Come to think of it. Your grandfather mentioned the logs being for mentioned them being a different crew as well...strange." she trailed off.

Okay, now that was weird how could three people read the same books and have them be logs for different crews, written by different keepers. When I asked my Grangran where Grampy had acquired these books she told me that they have always been in the Halloran family. In fact it is apparently a Halloran tradition for the children and grandchildren of the Halloran bloodline to get these books once they turn seventeen. This meant my dad also read the log books as well. I wanted to speak to him as well about the books.

But I guess I could wait till later in the day since my dad didn't like being woken up before seven. I ended my call with my Grangran and tried to get as much sleep as I could after this mysterious predicament. Just what is it about those books?

*Next Day*

By the time the sun had risen over the horizon I was already wide awake. In truth I couldn't sleep a wink last night, being too anxious to call my dad. Caffeine was the only thing keeping lucid so there was no telling when I was going to crash. I watched the clock closely until it was well past seven before picking up my phone. I dialed my dad and he picked up almost instantly.

"What!?" he growled. I had a sinking feeling that he hadn't had his morning coffee yet. "Dad, it's Aj." Even after I clarified who I was he still snapped, "I know! Why did you call?" Sheepishly I asked, "Well I was wondering who the pirate crew and logkeeper was when you read the books?"

"Cook Pirates. Tory." After that he hung up which I had totally expected. My dad was always the type to make conversations on the phone short and sweet. Early mornings you are fully welcoming his wrath if you call, family or not. I was lucky he didn't curse me out for calling him so early. Sadly enough I also gained this trait from my father and if you dare to wake too early I might deck you.

Despite that fact you had four people who had read four different logs by four different people. All I could do was wonder about why all of us had read different log books when these books had been in our family since god knows when. I didn't really have much time to ponder it, I had to leave for classes soon. I yawned, "Why did I have to sign up for morning classes?" Suppressing another yawn I wandered over to my closet to get dressed.

"Aj!" I stopped in my tracks after hearing a male voice call my name from behind me. At first I assumed I was hearing things until I heard a female voice. "Aj get your nose out of that book and help!" My heart felt like it was about to burst from my chest.

Slowly I turned around to only find the empty space of my room. No one else was in my room yet I was hearing people talk. There was no mistaking the voices coming from my neighbors since I lived under them. My apartment was really the second story of a house that I was renting from an old gay chinese couple. The house had a kitchen living room combo, a bathroom, and a small bedroom.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when another voice spoke. "Aj my sweet~ I made you some tasty treats~" This voice sent a chill down my spine. I took a few steps until I was in the middle of my room when I heard another voice. "Aj I think you'd really like this book." This one was another female voice. Unlike the other times I heard the voice I could tell now where the voices were coming from.

A blue glow was bleeding between the pages of the fifth book. "The hell." I gasped walking over to my desk. "Aj, you shouldn't overdo it!" a childlike male voice chastised. Was something like this even possible? Books shouldn't glow let alone be talking.

Thinking I had fell asleep I pinched my cheek as hard as I could. My cheek afterwards was throbbing which told me that I wasn't asleep. 'Maybe my sleepless haze was causing me to imagine all of this?' I thought to myself rubbing my sore cheek. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard a heartfelt statement grace my ears. "I love you, Alix."

Usually when I hear people call me by my given name I get pissed. The only one I ever let call me Alix was my grandfather; I was named after him after all. And yet when I heard this voice say my name I felt so warm on the inside. What the hell was going on?! I reached out to the book wanting to figure out why I was hearing these voices.

The second my hand landed on the book everything my vision was consumed by a blinding light. I reflexively jerked back, throwing my arms up to shield my eyes. As fast as the light had appeared it was gone and when I opened my eyes I was taken aback. Instead of seeing the four walls of my room all I could see were bubbling trees? "What!" I breathed.

"I was wondering when you'd show up!" Flinching I turned my head to the side to see an old man who towered over me coming my way. Two of his most distinguishing traits are his round glasses and facial hair, which is arranged embattled across his lower jaw. He also has a scar over his right eye. This guy was wearing a plain t-shirt, shorts, and sandals with a large silver overcoat draped over his shoulders.

From the look in his eyes it was like he somehow knew me. "Do I know you?" I asked, quirking my brow. The man grinned looking down slightly causing the sun to reflect off his glasses. "I can't say I had the pleasure. But I'm guessing you're related to the Halloran's." My eyes went as wide as saucers, that was way too specific to be just a guess.

"What makes you think that?" I pressed. He looked back at me and the next thing I knew his cap was in my hand.

*3rd POV*

Once the older man removed Aj's black baseball cap her face was fully revealed. Underneath her hat was shoulder blade length white hair. Her bangs stopped just shy of her lavender eyes and underneath her left eye lay three tiny moles on pale white skin. Aj had her lobes pierced that currently had black studs in them. She wore a black and white striped t-shirt, jeans, and green sneakers; minus the hat.

*Aj POV*

Annoyed from having my cap taken from me I lunged to grab it, but his height won. Being as stubborn as I was I kept jumping to try and steal back my cap in his outstretched hand. He only chuckled saying, "Your features are very unique. You're the spitting image of Kat." Hearing the name Kat leave his lips made me stop my futile attempts for my hat. "Kat?"

He nodded placing my cap back on my head, "Her full name was Halloran Katherine. When I saw you for a second I thought I saw her." If I wasn't shocked before then I could barely keep my composure now. Halloran Katherine, was my Grangran's name and the only person to call her Kat was Grampy. Could the Kat in the log my Grangran read be her? "You're also as expressive as her."

I blinked a couple of times trying to take everything he was saying in. When I managed to find my voice I asked, "How do you know my Grangran?" He stroked his bread in thought, "She was the logkeeper of the Roger Pirates which I was the first mate of." Now all of it was coming together. "She appeared the same way as you too." he recalled pointing at me.

The confused look I was probably giving him made him clarify. "Kat appeared in a blue light looking as lost as you. At the end of our journey around the Grand Line she disappeared in the same light. She told me that she had a husband to go home to..." he trailed off looking back up at me. With all this there was only one explanation that seemed crazier to believe than ever. Those log books had some sort of magical qualities to them that made the one who reads them transport to another world. At least that's what I assumed all of this was about.

That meant I had read the logs I had written. How could I not have recognized my own handwriting? Now I just felt dumb. "Aj, are you listening to me?" "Huh?" I felt my face heat up out of embarrassment.

He shook his head chuckling, "I said you must have been sent here for a reason." To be honest I wasn't so sure what purpose I had to play here. For some reason though it felt right to be here. "I don't know about that. But being here feels right." I mumbled. "Funny she said that too." he hummed.

Silvers Rayleigh, an old man who sailed with my Grangran in her younger years. According to him my Grangran was in her twenties when she just appeared on their ship just before they began their journey around the Grand Line. Together the reached Laugh Tale and their Captain became the King of the Pirates. Not long after that the captain turned himself in to the marines. He had been battling a sickness that would no doubt soon kill him.

Roger was executed, but before he died he sent everyone to the sea in search of the One Piece. Those who find it would be named the King of the Pirates. Interestingly enough once Roger died Grangran had mentioned to him that it was her time to go. When he had asked her she simply said that her place wasn't here that her husband was waiting. The man he spoke of was my Grampy Alix Sr.

Both of them got married when they were really young when they had my dad Torrence. Rayleigh mentioned that the Halloran family was a well known line of pirates that are said to appear with the next soul of the King inside them or were someone destined to make a change in the world. Grampy came here when he was seventeen like me in the blue light. Rayleigh though wasn't sure of what flag he sailed under only that he was on a crew that was lost to time long ago. I didn't really understand much about all of this.

"It's strange." I blurted out. Rayleigh looked up at me face morphed in confusion. "Whatta ya mean?" If all he was saying was correct then there must have been more going on than I had once thought. "I'm not sure. All of this happened after I read those books, this happened."

He looked at me with interest, "Elaborate." "From what my Grangran told me the five log books had been in the Halloran family for a very long time. The children and grandchildren of the Halloran family are gifted to them when they are seventeen. What I find strange is that the crew and logkeeper I read were different from what my Grangran and my Dad read. After what you told me I realized the one who had written the logs were us." I explained. Even though I half expected him to look at me like a looney the whole time he didn't. Rayleigh listened to me intently the whole time with no hint of lunacy. When I was done he stroked his beard again in thought.

"It makes sense to me. Crazy things happening in a place like this isn't uncommon." he mused. At this point we had migrated to a bar that his wife owned called Shakky's Rip-off Bar. The woman behind the bar was a tall slim woman with a black bob and dark eyes. "Your back!" she greeted Rayleigh then looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh and whose this?"

"Halloran Aj. She's the granddaughter of a former crewmate of mine." he introduced me patting me on the shoulder. "Halloran!" she gasped, rushing out from behind the bar. I would have taken a step back if it wasn't for Rayleigh's hand on my shoulder. The lady got a little too close to my person and my cap was removed. "Yup she's a Halloran alright." she stated examining my face.

Geez what was it with people and my appearance. I grew up my whole life with people gawking at me and my Dad for as long as I could remember. We were albinos, which meant we had an absence of pigment in our skin, hair, and eyes. Grangran, Dad, Grampy, and me were all born like that. One of the reasons I wore a cap was my attempt to keep people's eyes off of me. The other reason was because it was a gift from my Grampy on my seventh birthday.

He knew all too well how it felt to have wandering eyes boring into him. He told me when wearing a cap the eyes didn't wander to him so much. Not long after my seventh birthday my Grampy died. Since the cap was the last thing he gave me it meant a lot to me. "What's with you guys snatching my cap!" I hissed snatching my cap back.

Amused the woman giggled holding her hands up, "Feisty." Still livid I barked putting my cap on, "What exactly is so interesting about my appearances! I know I look like my Grangran but how does my appearance automatically make you think I'm a Halloran!" The two shared a look before burst out into laughter much to my annoyance. "What's so funny!?" I demanded. Taking a break from his laughs Rayleigh.

"Everyone here knows that Halloran's have snow white hair, lavender eyes, and pale white skin." he explained. So being born albino was a common thing for our family?! Just what kind of fucked up twilight zone shit is all this?! "Aj you look like you've seen a ghost." the woman commented. That's when I put something else together just how did these two know my name?

When I posed the question I felt so stupid afterwards. My cap on the backstrap had my name embroidered on it. I gave a weak 'oh' feeling my face heat up again. Again the two laughed at my expense before leading me further into the bar. I know what any sane person would think, why would I go with people I just meant?

For all I knew they were talking out of their ass. And yet for some reason I felt like I could trust these two. Rayleigh's wife, Shakky who was the woman who greeted us sat me down at the bar placing a plate in front of me. I was hesitant since I didn't have my wallet on me or even knew if my currency would work here. "Don't be shy. It's on the house." she assured.

I didn't hold back after that, not realizing just how hungry I was. Shakky placed a cup full of amber liquid in front of Rayleigh who at this point took out a newspaper. We briefly talked about everything that had happened in the past few hours while I ate. "Interesting. What did the logs your read tell you?" Shakky asked hand pressed against her cheek. "Hmm. It was a log for a crew called the Straw Hat Pirates. You know of them?"

The name of the crew didn't seem familiar to the two. "Sorry, the crew doesn't ring any bells. Maybe new upstarts." Shakky apologized. "If that's the crew your the logkeeper of you should find them. What did the first log book say?" Rayleigh asked. The first log?

It had been so long since I read the first one it was hard for me to remember. The very first entry of the log spoken of the keeper er me getting picked up by someone and taken somewhere….

*Entry*

Date xxx Location Sabaody Archipelago,

I had just been transported to a world I dub One Piece; after the treasure everyone seeked. The place I was transported to, I learned was called Sabaody Archipelago by an old man named Silvers Rayleigh. While I am confused at how all of this came to pass the best thing is to move forward. After spending time with him and his wife Shakky I steeled myself in finding the Straw Hat Pirates. I didn't know where I was going, I just followed where I felt was best. This feeling led me to a ship with a dog figurehead. I later learned it was a marine ship. Seeing how lost I looked, the one in charge decided to take me with him. I'm not sure exactly where he was taking me, but I feel like he would lead me to the Straw Hats. The man was named Monkey D. Garp, a vice admiral. Hopefully I find them soon.

*End of Entry*

Once I remembered the log I shot up from my seat rushing out the door. If they called out for me I didn't register it, all I knew was what I felt. Something was telling me to run in the direction where I first appeared. Eventually I returned to the destination looking around aimlessly for the ones talked about in the log. "Everything alright?"

I gasped whipping around to see a huge old man and I mean huge, this guy looked like he was made of pure muscle despite his old age. He was tall, taller than Rayleigh, tan, with a scar over his left eye. He was wearing a white suit with a blue under shirt and a jacket with epaulettes draped over his shoulders. The only odd thing about the old guy was the dog mask he put on his head. 'Was this guy Garp?' I thought to myself blinking dumbly.

To him I guess I appeared to be a lost child given how the air about him changed. He didn't seem some intimidating now, but more like the air my Grampy had, warm and inviting. I said not one word to this guy and he was leading me to his ship. None of those under him knew what he was thinking while some didn't look surprised. "My name is Monkey D. Garp." he introduced himself.

He told me all this was he brought me to a room below deck where I assumed I was supposed to say. Garp quickly closed the door to the room behind us and turned back to me. "A Halloran shouldn't be walking around willy nilly." he grumbled scratching the back of his head. My alarm was soon raised after hearing him say that. The log book told me that he was going to take me somewhere.

I felt that he wasn't going to harm me, but something told me that he was part of something that meant ill will to pirates. "What are you going to do?" I asked, biting the inside of my cheek in an attempt to remain calm. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, "Well in the event we find a Halloran we are to take them to Impel Down for judgement..." he began making me tense. He reopened his eyes grinning ear to ear saying, "But I didn't find a Halloran. I found my grandniece who loves to wonder and decided to take her back home."

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. He chuckled, "Had ya nervous did I?" I gave a small smile, "Yeah you really had me going for a second." Garp then jokes, "You're lucky I found ya. Any other Vice Admiral would have axed ya." I swallowed hard feeling thankful that he was the one to lead me to the Straw Hats. Garp mentioned that he was going to visit his grandsons so I could live there and not have to worry about marines.

Garp was just trying to look out for me which was really sweet of him. He was turning to leave when he mad a noise like he remembered something. He turned back to me, "Oh yeah I didn't catch your name." Grinning I introduced myself, "Alix Jr. but everyone calls me Aj." Garp returned the grin before leaving me alone.

Now that I was alone I took a better look at the room I was in. There was a bed against the wall that had a desk adjacent to the bed. On the desk my eye singled in on a very familiar book laying in the middle of the desk. Walking over to the desk I took a seat opening the book. Instead of seeing it filled with writing I was greeted by empty pages. Smiling to myself I took a pen that was sitting forgotten in a cup and began to write.