Welp, here's the chapter. sorry it took so long but I didn't really have time to work on it that much. The next one should be a lot better(hopefully) and hopefully some action. I'm also kinda waiting on more names for the crew. I'm really hoping one of them is named Malamute or Husky. with our further adieu, here's Warren's first day as a pirate.

~Nightfire~

Warren looked at the bright yellow ship in front of her, a backpack slung onto her back. It was nothing like ships she'd heard about by the other slaves who used to be sailors. There were no sails, no rope riggings, and no flag. It wasn't wood and kind of looked like a fish. The sides were covered in a large amount of windows. Painted on the side in black and orange, was a smiley face with six protrusions. It was a big ship. She didn't really take a chance to look at it before. On deck was the man with the spotted hat, leaning against what looked like a sleeping bear in an orange boiler suit. Warren blinked. It actually was a bear.

"Finally decided, Warren-ya?" His cold steel eyes met hers. She mutley gave him a nod. He grinned. "I suppose we should properly introduce ourselves, now that you'll be sailing under me." Warren agreed. He knew her name but she didn't know his. "Trafalgar Law, I'm your captain now." He held out no hand, just spoke his name. "Warren." She told him. "But you already know that." The sleeping bear snored a little, mumbling a little. It was a talking bear, Warren marveled. "This here is Bepo." Her captain gestured to the bear. "He's our navigator and First Mate." Bepo woke up at his introductions.

Bepo turned to her, small blacks blinking. "You're new?" Warren gave him a nod as the Captain stood up. "That means you're my subordinate." The bear sprung from his relaxed lying position. He struck a pose, his arms straight above his head and one leg bent up, like he was about to do a front kick or something. "Okay." Warren said, not impressed with the pose.

"Bepo." the bear, still in pose, blinked at his captain. "Go tell Shachi to set sail." The bear gave him a nod, dropping his pose. "We need to head to the next island." The two entered the metal door frame. Warren looked around before deciding to follow them. "Also tell Penguin I have a task for him." The metal door behind them closed, making the hall go dark. Warren's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the hallway. "Warren-ya, follow me."

The bear turned down another hall, probably off to do what Law told him to do. Warren kept her pace with her captain as he led to the med-bay, again. She glanced around the room, it was the only room she was familiar with since waking up a day ago.

"I can see that you're healing well." Warren looked at her bandaged arms, and nodded. She supposed she was. "Does it hurt anywhere or any concerns?" Warren looked at Law. He had taken a seat and had some papers in front of him that his steel-cold eyes were staring at. She gave him a blank look. "I'll assume that's a no. Do you know anything about your medical history outside of the last week?" His eyes met hers as he asked. Warren tilted her head, thinking. Law watched her. She pulled off her bag, and ruffled through it. Warren pulled out some papers she was looking for. She held it out to him. "I assume Granny-ya put this together?" Warren nodded. Law looked at the papers before nodding. Law didn't say or ask anything else. The room was in almost perfect silence. The only sound was the paper. A knock sounded at the door a moment later. It swung open without a reply.

Penguin opened the door to the med-bay. It was the most likely place Law would be in since he was the ship's doctor and all. When Bepo told him that Law wanted him to do something, he figured it was most likely showing Warren around. However when he opened the door, he could only see his Captain. He was looking at something to the side, behind the door. Poking his head passed the open door. Standing behind the door, hands to his face, was Warren. Penguin had slammed the door into his face.

"S-sorry…" Penguin apologized. "I didn't see you there…"

The younger man gave him a glare, holding onto his nose. His burning golden eyes unnerved Penguin now that he was on the receiving end of them. Warren looked very different since the last time Penguin saw him. His uneven, black matted hair was now clean, short, even, and brown. The bandages on his head and face were gone. The jagged cut across the bottom of his eyes still held stitches but looked like it was healing well. Thanks to his Captain, no doubt. His arms were still covered in bandages. He wore simple black pants and a light blue shirt with an abstract style fox with the saying 'I'm foxy' written below it.

"You're looking better…" he told Warren.

The room filled with awkward silence for Penguin. Warren pulled his hands away from his nose, revealing a red mark where his face met the door. Penguin was relieved to see his nose wasn't bleeding. Warren tilted his head, golden eyes no longer burning but confused.

"Warren-ya." Law spoke up, breaking the awkwardness Penguin created. "You remember Penguin right?" he gestured to the ushanka clad man. "He's the one who you helped."

The golden eye boy nodded as the confusion left his eyes.

"What did you need me for, Captain?" Penguin turned to law. The man he'd know since he was fifteen looked up from the papers he had. "I need you to show Warren-ya around." Penguin wasn't surprised. "Make sure he knows where everything is." Penguin nodded at the order. "What room will he bunk in?" His captain turned back to the papers. "Room Seven." Even though Law couldn't see it, Penguin gave another nod.

"Well, let's go!" Penguin turned to Warren, who just looked at him.

Penguin crossed his arms as he left, head down, thinking about where to start. Warren turned to close the door behind him, showing Penguin his backpack.

"Let's go to your room first!" he told Warren. "That way you can set your stuff down."

Warren didn't say anything as they walked. He was fine with the one side conversation. He would point things out to Warren as they walked. Like, what pipes lead where, what each room they passed held, the communication pipes. There weren't many people in the halls, most everyone were busy. Anyone they came across he introduced Warren too. Penguin led Warren down a few flights of stairs to the living quarters.

"Each room holds two or three people." Penguin explained, passing doors. "Captain has his own at the end of the hall." He stopped at the door labeled seven. "But he hardly uses it."Penguin threw an arm over Warren's shoulders, causing the younger boy to flinch. Penguin ignored it."Shachi, Bepo, and I share one together, Room One." Penguin opened the door, turning the lamp on.

The room was sizable. It wasn't the biggest room nor was it the smallest. It held bare necessities. Captain didn't want to waste money in case the rooms were never filled. Inside was a dresser, desk, and bookshelves. A bunk with two levels stretched across one wall. All metal and all bolted down. If they wanted a bed then it would be bought at the next island.

"It's not much." Penguin explained. "But you're welcome to do whatever you want with it." he turned to face Warren. "This'll be your space until you get roomed with someone!"

Penguin frowned. Warren was standing in the doorway. He had an uncertain look on his face. Penguin let out a breath. It was just a room.

"Come on!" he said, grabbing Warren by the front of his shirt and pulling him into the room. "This is yours so go ahead and set your stuff down."

Warren stumbled when Penguin let go of her. She wasn't expecting the brash action of being dragged into the room. She looked around. Warren never had a room to herself, the small building she and the others were kept in was crowded. Even with Gale's cabin, the space was shared. There was a lot of space for just her.

"Once we're done here, I'll show you where the bathroom is." Penguin told her. "Then the kitchen, I suppose."

The man started rambling after that, mostly to himself as he voiced his inner itinerary. Warren didn't know if she should stop him or not. The man stood with his arms crossed as he carried on. Warren decided to leave him be and looked at the room again. The walls were grey metal along with the floor. The lamp overhead provides just enough light to see the whole room. Warren took off the backpack Gale had given her, setting on the bottom bed of the bunk. He said the room was hers, however temporary the sole ownership was. She sat on the bed next to her bag. The mattress was firm but comfortable, she guessed. The only other things she could compare it to were the cold, hard splintering floor and Gale's bed she shared with Granny the night before for a few hours. Unlike Gale's, this one wasn't covered in warm stretches of cloth. Warren ran her hand over the rough fabric the mattress was made out of. She decided she didn't like the feeling of it on her skin.

"We have spare sheets you can borrow till he hit an island." Warren's head snapped up. In her mini examination of the bed, she'd forgotten about Penguin for a moment. The man, no longer rambling his tour route, was now leaning against the doorway with a small grin on his half shadowed face. "I'll grab them for you later." Warren gave him a small nod and stood up, ready to see what else Penguin needed to show her.

The bathroom left Warren's mouth ajar with shock. Not because it was big, Wock's was bigger. It wasn't because there were a few completely naked men, there was no such thing as privacy as a slave. No. It was because of how dirty it was. Penguin was telling her something, but she couldn't hear him. Her focus was on the mess. The smell alone could kill alone. There was grim everywhere. The sinks that should have been porcelain white were gray. Hair from what Warren assumed was shaving facial hair covered them. The silver handles of the faucets, speckled white from lime buildup. The grout between floor tiles varied in color depending what got stuck in the grooves. Water covered the floor because of blocked drains. Most of the toilet rooms seem to own a sign saying 'Out-of-Order' on them. The shower stalls, the only thing observing the view inside them were white plastic curtains. The showers themselves didn't look as bad as the rest of the room, but that left the bathtub. The giant square in the floor with steaming hot water distorting what it was hiding. Warren felt a shiver up her spine. She needed to clean.

A hand waved in front of her eyes. Warren recoiled, causing the hand to freeze mid wave. It was Penguin. Warren looked at him. His mouth was twisted into a frown.

"You okay?" He asked. "You kinda went blank there."

"Sorry." She told him.

"Nah, don't apologize." Penguin told her. "These idiots were supposed to have cleaned this yesterday." He pushed a pile of clothes to the side with his foot. "You don't have to clean it." Warren involuntarily twitched at that statement. "It's not your mess." Penguin turned to the three other men, who were soaking in the tub unperturbed. "In fact I should go see what Captain thinks of this mess?" Warren blinked when the bathing men suddenly splashed out of the tub, in naked glory, and pulled out cleaning supplies from a nearby door. "And right this way is where we do the laundry!."

Penguin led her from room to room, explaining what each of them was used for. Warren decided that any room with a window was her favorite room. The first window they passed Warren had to double check it was a window as it didn't show the sea and the sky. No, it showed the sea and fish swimming passed. They were under the water. Warren could see the surface high above them, sunlight dancing on the moving waves. That's what she was currently doing. Watching fish swim by the window in the Galley, eating soup.

I'll admit not my best chapter but I got it done. The next chapter will have a new island and more Law interaction. I should hopefully (depending on my time and focus) get it done sooner than later. (you can just feel the point where I lost focus on this chapter, I'm sorry)

Anyways feed backs helps, let me know your thoughts or suggestions yada-yada

~Nightfire~