Shivered Timbers
by Kaline Reine

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of the characters/settings. This is just a fanfiction story. I do own Shiori, she is my character. I also own a few other original characters in this story (not affiliated with One Piece), which will be introduced as they are needed. c;

WARNINGS: This story contains (or may contain) graphic adult content and language, explicit sex scenes, possible violence, gore, cursing, adult themes, etc. I do not censor my writing, but I do my best to warn people about the subject matter and potential subject matter. So if you don't like that kind of thing or can't handle it, then I suggest not reading this story. You have been warned. Also, I know this doesn't follow canon but it doesn't have to, that's why it's a fanfic. xD

Also... The beautiful cover image for this story is by my friend, EzariaUmiko on DeviantArt. All credit for the image goes to her. c:

Chapter 20: Out Of The Blue

All Shiori knew was that she wanted to go home... She'd been imprisoned on Alvida's ship for many days and many nights now. She'd lost track of how long it had been. She wasn't adjusting well to her new life. How she hated it!

Every day was pretty much the same. They made her scrub the floors, wash the dishes, clean the bathrooms, wait on the crew hand and foot, clean up nasty messes, and many other horrible things. She was not allowed to have any freedom here. Her room was simply a large cellar downstairs where many other slaves shared quarters. It was situated in front of the entrance to the brig. There weren't always enough cots to go around and many nights she was forced to sleep on the cold, hard polished wooden floor. The splinters were terrible and it even left bruises on her if she slept in one spot for too long.

She had to obey anything that any of Alvida's crew members said and was not allowed to argue. She was surrounded by nothing but pure filth all day and subjected to ridicule at every turn. It was disgusting!

She'd found out early on what happened if one of their slaves disobeyed or if they did argue. They were taken out in stocks, onto the main deck for everyone to see... They were stripped down to their waist and held in chains. And they were whipped by one of the slave drivers that Alvida employed within her ship. The really bad ones were beheaded or sometimes they had to face the Captain in combat, with no weapon, while she was allowed to use her enormous spiked mace. The results were usually deadly.

It was a grim reality she was faced with. Many of the other slaves displayed various scars, both physical and mental, from all the years of hard labor and abuse they'd been put through. Some even had horrific injuries. She'd witnessed the deaths of plenty of slaves while she'd been here as well.

The young albino girl had yet to receive any lashes herself, and she had no intention of screwing up badly enough to earn them. That didn't mean she hadn't been punished, but not quite to that degree... She tried to do whatever she was told without question. For the moment, Shiori was letting her complacent nature drive her actions for now, seemingly on autopilot.

She hadn't been allowed to keep any of her old possessions, except for what the Captain permitted. Some of the crew were allowed to receive mail by carrier, however the slaves couldn't have anything sent to them, and everything was screened carefully. She was given only two of her own outfits, and the food rations she was given were always low. The Valkyrie was growing skinnier by the day and she didn't like the looks of it. She was barely fed and still expected to do everything, often with very little sleep. All she could do was sit tight and follow orders, until a day came when she could figure out some way to escape, or she died there, whichever came first.

They had very tight security and although Shiori had already been there a while, she still hadn't found any loopholes yet. Alvida always slept with her iron mace at her side, usually clutched against her sagging chest. There were always crew members guarding the corridors of the ship, as well as lookouts posted everywhere on deck. It was too dangerous to attempt an escape yet.

'It's hopeless...' Shiori sighed one day, as she scrubbed the floors with the small handheld brush they'd given her. 'I'll never get out of here.'

There was no way off of this wretched vessel now that the small boat Whitey Bay had so generously given her had been turned to scrap. She'd overheard some of the other Pirates talking about it one day. It had already been stripped and given to their shipwright for scrap. She hated that it was being used to repair the very ship she was being held captive on, but there was little she could do about that. It was already done and she had no idea how to build a ship. It was too late.

Not to even mention the fact that Alvida had stolen her necklace with the peacock feather inside it. Shiori couldn't bring herself to leave without that. It was her only clue about her past, her only way to find out who she is... She knew it was very common for Pirates to take prisoners. When they did, they would often keep a personal item of theirs just for a moral victory if nothing else, and to keep them bound there. This is one reason mutiny was so common on the Grand Line as well.

But luckily the little waterproof tube containing the map she'd been given was still hidden on her person. Shiori was so glad she'd had the forethought to use the excess scrap from the blanket to sew two small pockets on the inside of her sweater. She kept the map tucked away safely there, and so far no one had discovered it.

She knew it would only be a matter of time though, and she had to figure out some way to get away from these awful people. Most of the time, it seemed hopeless.

She knew she couldn't fight her way out either. There were way too many Pirates around for that, many of which were much stronger than her. She would have no problem trying to escape, if only she had her Nakama there to back her up. But no one knew she was here and no one was coming to save her. So she carried out her duties, trying to make the best of the bad situation she was in.

"Oi wench!" A stern voice yelled, just as one of the slavers rounded the corner. "You missed a spot!"

It belonged to a Pirate called Manfred Perrier. She'd already had to deal with him many times before, and he was one of the crew members in charge of their prisoners. He had a reputation for being particularly cruel to everyone.

"And zis one too, eh?" He spat on the floor and deliberately scuffed it with his boot, marring the shiny surface with a fine dark line. "Clean eet up! Honhonhon!" He mocked her with his thick French accent.

Shiori didn't dare say anything back to him. She only dipped the ends of the brush into the mop bucket she'd been using, letting the filthy murky water seep into the graying bristles. She waited until they were as gray and dreary as her new life here. She leaned forward to start scrubbing at the newly-made mark on the floor.

She felt a weight pressing down onto her from above, and realized it was his boot. He dug his heel into her back, causing her to yelp in pain. Still she did not speak to him, or glare, or react at all. The secondary punishments given for responding to punishments were even worse. Even if it was unfair or you were picked on, the best thing to do in a situation like this was to keep going no matter what and do your best to ignore their taunts and mockery. And she had learned that the hard way...

Perrier brought up a hand to tug at the bushy brown mustache that adorned his aging face. His thick bushy eyebrows furrowed. He seemed to be lost in thought.

"Have you done ze laundry yet, little lady? Anzwer me!"

"No, I've n-never done laundry before..." Shiori answered him honestly, without looking up from her task.

She continued to scrub the floor, even as his boot bore down against her aching spine, even as he kept mocking her, even as her hands trembled with fear, even as she felt like collapsing... She kept going.

"I zee! Vell, tonight zat is vhat you will be doing! Get going to ze laundry room vhen you are fineeshed here, mochere'! And hurry eet up!"

He spat again, brushing his brunette hair straight back on his head, like he always did. He chose to ignore the gray streak that was making itself known there. He smiled at her as if he'd just told her something wonderful.

"Thank you sir..." She replied in monotone. It was the only response allowed. However, her face betrayed her true feelings for a moment, when she grimaced from the weight of his boot.

"Are you getting smart wiz me?!" The man shouted, bringing his the tip of his boot into her side, kicking her. "I zhould teach you a lesson later, you little-"

"What's going on in here?" Someone interrupted them, and just in time...

Shiori and Perrier both looked toward the doorway simultaneously. A tall old man with a walking stick came in. He ambled into the room, stopping when he reached the girl on the floor, his long silver hair cascading well over his shoulders. His face was full of wrinkles, each one indicating wisdom. However, they both knew from dealing with him before than this man was anything but wise.

It was a man known as Bob Toll. He was blind in both eyes, their irises milky white, but he refused to wear an eye patch or cover them up. Long robes of white and gray hung from his scrawny form, matching his lengthy white locks. He had a reputation for being somewhat senile. But despite all of this, he always seemed to know what was going on around the ship.

The elderly man leaned forward on his cane, a twisted old walking stick, as he attempted to survey the room. Even if it was pointless, his eyes opened wide as if he could really see them. He was focused on an empty spot in the corner.

"Nothing at all!" Perrier was quick to assure him. "I was only teaching ze little lady a lesson, honhonhonhon!"

"Hmm... Your laughter betrays you..." The blind man cast his walking stick out in front of him, his long nails that were fashioned like claws refusing to allow the Frenchman to leave until his curiosity had been sated. "Young one, what was he doing?"

"He..." Shiori began, but stopped when she received a heated look from her tormentor. "He only informed me that I have laundry duty next. And that this floor was not scrubbed to his satisfaction. But I'm done now... I'm sure someone downstairs will be able to show me how to do the wash."

"You should be going now," The elderly man known as Bob assured her, tapping the sole of her boot lightly with his cane to indicate that she could get up. "Go on then. Get out of here."

Just when Shiori started to get to her feet, the other man stopped her, with his hands firmly on her shoulders. She'd learned that she really didn't like human contact. Not from anyone, but especially not from these people. It was all she could do not to recoil in disgust.

"She vill be going nowhere!"

"Let the young one go about her chores, and you go about yours. I'm sure you wouldn't want Nischela-chan to catch wind of what you're doing."

"Humph!" The Frenchman began to storm off in an angry huff.

"Not so fast! Heheheh... You aren't going anywhere!" Bob snapped, barring the way with his gnarled old walking stick, forged from aged wood. "Until you pay the toll. Heheheh!"

He held out his hand with a smile. It was a well known game that the old geezer liked to play with his fellow crew mates. He would block their way and insist that they pay him in order to pass. If they didn't, he wasn't above turning on his own kind... And they didn't want that. The man was rumored to be an ancient Karate master, who was also very skilled in many other fighting styles. Shiori thought they were mostly just rumors, since she doubted he could even move that fast at his age...

Hesitantly, with a bitter scowl, Perrier reached into the pocket of his tattered shorts and pulled out a small sack of coins. The older man began to slowly lower his cane. He took one, handed it to Bob, and spat at his feet on his way out. He was clearly not happy about what had just transpired.

Shiori looked up at him, even though she knew he couldn't see her. The old blind man had an emotionless expression on his face, as he wore most of the time. But she could have sworn that she'd just caught the faintest glimpse of a smile there. It tugged at the corners of his cheeks, parting his wrinkles like twin curtains.

"And you, miss..." He said, his expression intensifying, his eyes narrowing behind the veil of blindness cast over them. "You ought to get going already."

He wasn't being kind to her, she realized. He was only just; barely fair, and nothing more. Maybe he was only berating his crew mate for doing a poor job and not adhering to the rules or for being unfair. She thought he was a funny old man, or he would've been, if he didn't work for Alvida. He'd long forgotten his real name, going instead by 'Bob'. Others had since added the surname 'Toll' for him, due to the his tendency to block their way and ask people to pay a toll to get by. He was a clever one, and supposedly he had some money hidden away some place.

Shiori wondered about that... She'd overheard a lot of things about people since she'd been here. Sometimes she listened to the stories that Alvida's crew would tell each other, even though she wasn't supposed to. Old habits die hard, and she was still eavesdropping on people to this day. The girl was much more aware of her surroundings than others knew. She didn't pay it any mind though. The only thing she was interested in was getting the hell out of here.

She did as she'd been instructed, leaving the small cabin she'd been ordered to clean and marching downstairs to the laundry room. She'd forgotten the way from the first time she'd been shown around the ship, but luckily there were crudely drawn signs labeling which way to go. That made things a little easier.

The Valkyrie breathed a sigh of relief when she made it to the laundry room without further incident. She really didn't want to run into Perrier again, or one of the even worse slave drivers that Alvida kept around.

"Halt! Who goes there?" A sultry voice echoed in the darkness, just before a light switch was flipped on to reveal a woman standing in one corner, leaning against a folding table. She sounded sort of playful, and only half serious at best.

"It's me, Shiori..."

"A slave, no less?" The woman spoke with a jaunty Pirate-like inflection.

"Aye..." She replied, trying to sound tougher than she felt at the moment. She was exhausted and sore all over. "I was sent down here by Perrier-san. And Toll-sama told me to come too. I'm supposed to learn h-how to do laundry..."

'Damn it! Curse my stuttering...' She'd been trying to sound confident, but she realized that she hadn't come across that way at all, thanks to her nervousness.

"It's quite alright," The other girl adjusted her thin-rimmed metallic pink glasses. "But tragically, there's no one else here who can show you."

"So it's j-just you?" She looked around. 'Why can't she show me herself?'

The other girl leaned forward, pushing herself off from the table and crossing the room. She bent down to pick up an empty basket, a few stray strands of dark hair falling into her face. The rest was tied up in a messy ponytail and there was a single pink streak in it that fell to one side. She tucked a long segment behind her ear, as her face gradually shifted into a smile.

"Just me. I'm supposed to be in charge of supervising this area this week."

"Is there some reason you can't teach me?"

"I can," The weird girl turned around. "But you should know I'm not a slave. I work for Alvida-sama."

So she really was one of the guards. Shiori's heart sank. At least this girl seemed more reasonable than most of the crew...

"I see..." Shiori shook her head, sadly, as if she were thinking about something else for a moment. This girl seemed so different from everyone else here. It was almost like she didn't belong. She was being much more calm and rational than the other Pirates she'd met from Alvida's crew so far. "Can I ask what your name is? I'm new and still getting to know everyone."

"You can. It's Nischela. And you're Shiori-san, right?"

"Yeah... How did you know who I am?"

"To put it simply..." Nischela's smile twisted into a smirk, and then a grin. "We've been watching you. I noticed you before, and I've been asked to keep an eye on you ever since you were brought on board. I understand you have quite the price on your head. It'd be a shame if Alvida-sama somehow... found out."

"I... I'm n-not sure I understand?" Shiori took her cue to back away. "Who is 'we' exactly?"

'Maybe I shouldn't be here...'

"So you picked up on that... You're pretty sharp. But no less than I'd expect from a Valkyrie." Nischela smiled knowingly.

"I'm not a... well..." She shrugged. 'What can I say?'

"It seems you've been through a lot since you left Drum Kingdom."

"Who are you? That you would know such things about me..." Shiori's hand flew to her chest, and she started backing toward the exit. She could come back later when there were other servants here to teach her.

"I told you, I'm only Nischela..."

"Have we met before, Nischela-chan?"

"No," The Pirate twirled around and moved behind her, causing the cute brown plaid skirt she was wearing to brush against the fray of Shiori's plain black skirt. She was barring the doorway, trapping her in the abandoned laundry room. "We have never met before. But I've had my eyes on you for some time. I was waiting until we'd have a moment alone like this."

Her eyes raked over Shiori, as if acknowledging her for the first time. The albino realized she was trapped, and began to back the other way. It gave her a chance to size the other girl up. Nischela wore a more traditional outfit for a Pirate, mixing old styles with a sporty new look and combining them rather well. She wore an aged leather under-bust corset with a plain white blouse beneath it. It did little to hide her ample chest. Her striped stockings had all sorts of colors in different shades, with a prominence of pink, black, and brown. They complimented her ankle high boots nicely.

She stood with confidence; something about her was very intimidating... The fact that she carried a whip just like most of the other guards didn't help any. And the fact that it was covered in tiny prickled barbs only added to it. It was like flexible barbed wire, and Shiori knew instantly that she wanted no part of it.

"Why have you been watching me? How do you know all of this?"

"I will show you how Alvida-sama likes her laundry done," Nischela continued, seemingly ignoring her questions. She adjusted her glasses again. "And I want you to meet me tomorrow night at midnight. Right here."

"Wh-why?" The albino stammered.

"What do you mean 'why'? I have something to talk to you about, of course!" She laughed. "And if you don't show up, I can easily have Perrier-san or someone worse drag you from your bed. Pardon, I meant to say your cot." She snorted, obviously taking a stab at the fact that she was a slave.

"And what happens if I don't want to?"

Shiori attempted to be a little more bold. She caught herself fidgeting with her platinum locks, but stopped herself. She had to at least try to appear more confident. Even if she were a slave, she couldn't have people walking all over her all the time. And despite her snide comments and somewhat rude tone, Nischela didn't seem to really care very much about someone's status.

"Then I'll be sure to bring that hefty bounty of yours to Alvida-sama's full attention..." She leaned in close to the confused slave girl. Her voice lowered a few decibels. "And she'll likely sell you off to some slave traders at the next outpost we find. You'll probably end up with someone who treats you much more poorly than we do. Or worse, the Marines..."

'No!' That was the first word that was firmly implanted in Shiori's mind. 'I'll be damned if those bastards ever find me! They can't, they-'

"Please don't do that!" She blurted, before she could stop herself. "I'll do my best to be here... At midnight." She gulped.

"Good," Nischela went back to her pleasant demeanor, walking back toward the table. "It's hard to believe the fat hag hasn't already noticed, but she never was one to pay much attention to detail, haha... I'd discuss it with you now, but there isn't much time in between visits from other slaves dropping off clothes. It's not safe to talk right now. Anyway, I guess I should show you the ropes, since it's my job, after all."

"R-right..."

Shiori didn't want to give her too much information, so she tried to avoid talking. It was odd that the other girl would know so much about her. She didn't even know there were people here who would be that interested in someone like her. There had to be some kind of reason... But her mind drew a blank. She couldn't piece this together.

She didn't know what this stranger wanted with her. Right now, she refused to give her any more information that she might be able to use against her. No sense adding more fuel to the fire. She wondered if she would get in trouble for wandering around after dark... It would probably be best not to tell anyone about the meeting. Not like she had anyone to tell anyway. She hadn't really made friends with any of the other slaves. Everyone was too busy working all the time, and most of the guards forbid them to talk. Alvida had once mentioned there was less chance of anyone making escape plans that way. And much to Shiori's dismay, she was probably right.

Focusing on the work ahead of her, she watched Nischela take a load of clothes out of one of the dryers. She'd washed clothes before, but they were her own clothes, and she had never used a washing machine before. She knew what they were and she saw that this room was full of them.

At the Monastery, the Nuns took care of most of the chores and she was never assigned to laundry duty. They'd said she wasn't old enough yet. When she was living in Gray Terminal, she'd washed her own attire frequently, but she'd done so in the river. And on board the Icebreaker, she'd had Whitey Bay's crew to tend to that while she focused on her training. She looked at all of the strange machinery in awe... There were many rectangular baskets with big holes in their sides lying around everywhere, even stacked up.

"First you come over here to gather the clothes up... Then take each load from a basket to a machine. Other slaves will bring them in to you. It's your job to get them clean and return them to this area, dry and neatly folded. Alright?"

"I think I can handle that." Shiori's voice took on a mocking tone, but she continued to listen anyway. She followed the other girl over to the machines.

"This is where you put the soap in," Nischela took a bottle of liquid and poured it into a small compartment on top of the big white machine, closing it after. "They get about one cap full. Then you set the cycle, like so... And you put in the clothes, arranging them so they're balanced around the agitator. That's this big column in the center here. It makes sure the clothes get really clean, it basically scrubs them for you. Saves you from a lot of work!" She pointed to each part as she described it, while demonstrating how to prepare a load of clothes.

"What should it be set on?"

"Anywhere between heavy to light, depending on how many clothes there are in the load. You'll need to separate the darks and brights from the lights. If they're washed together, the dye will spread, and everything white will no longer be white. Make sense?"

Shiori nodded. "I get it. It's not so complicated now that you explained it. What happens when they're finished? Do we hang them up?"

Her thoughts turned back to her time staying with the mountain bandits with Luffy and... Ace...

"Alvida-sama can be very impatient," Nischela shook her head, causing her pink and brown ringlets to sway to and fro. "Plus we have a lot of people here, and we don't have time to be waiting around for things to dry. So we use dryers, come this way..."

She followed Nischela over to a larger more open area where many other machines were lined up against one wall, adjacent to the folding tables where she'd first run into her. These were different than the others. Instead of the doors being on the top, they were positioned on the sides. Big glass doors opened up on silver hinges and revealed a multitude of clothes inside.

She felt like it would have been easier to learn all of this from another slave. Nischela was going at a very fast pace. It seemed like she was trying to rush through everything. She wasn't a very good teacher... But Shiori tried to absorb as much information as she could. She would try to figure out the rest on her own.

"To use a dryer, you just toss the clothes in," She indicated with a tilt of her head and then waited while Shiori loaded the clothes into one of the empty dryers. "Throw in a dryer sheet..." Nischela took a thin wispy piece of paper from a small cardboard box. "Set the dial for about forty to fifty minutes, and press the button marked 'start'. Got it?"

"I think so..." Shiori's voice shook. It was evident that she wasn't so sure of herself, but she was willing to try. "So how long have you been a part of Alvida's crew?"

"Then when they're done," Nischela continued without pausing, leading her over to another machine, where she pulled out a screen and removed a large amount of dusty fluff from it. "Don't forget the clean out the lint trap. If you don't, it'll catch on fire and you don't even want to know what kind of punishment will await you then. Oh, and that's Alvida-sama to you. Don't forget it again, the others won't be as lenient as I."

"You never answered my question, I-"

"You will speak when told to!" Numerous bangle bracelets jangled around her wrists as the girl pointed a finger in Shiori's face. She was damn tempted to bite it off. "I am not going to have a conversation with some slave girl while I'm on the clock. Now get on with your work, before I send for Perrier-san..."

"Yes ma'am..."

Shiori complied before she could make good on her threat. She didn't want to give anyone a reason to be angry with her. She couldn't stand the thought of being brutally punished by these people. She'd seen it happen to others way too often, and she wanted to keep quiet and lay low, as much as possible.

"And you are to be here promptly at midnight tonight, do you understand?" At her words, the Valkyrie only nodded. "Good. I'll leave you to it. Be seeing you then..."

With a firm nod, the female Pirate marched out of the room, her wavy ponytail leaving a trail of puffy brown and pink behind her. It seemed like she was in a hurry to get this over with and leave. Shiori didn't even know how many loads she would have to wash, but there were a pile of clothes on a table by the door. She separated them by color, like Nischela had told her. Then she began hauling them across the room with the help of baskets, and stuffing them into the machines.

It wasn't long before a few of the other slaves came in. No one spoke to her, they just met her with equally sad eyes, before dumping the garments they carried onto the large table by the door. A few even came in to pick things up but they all behaved in much the same manner.

They kept bringing in load after load of clothes for her to wash. There just wasn't enough time to keep up with all of it. It was like she never got a break... Not that she was used to any breaks, mind you, but she'd assumed she would at least have a minute to rest while she was waiting on the machines to finish. That time was all eaten up by having to fold clothes, put them into baskets for pickup, clean out the lint traps, and move baskets from one area to another.

Shiori kept up the diligent work, and did the best she could. She had most of the clothes clean and dried in no time. It was the folding and sorting that took forever. She'd been working for many hours when another shift finally came in to relieve her.

"You can go now..." Nischela told her when she came in to escort another few slaves to the laundry room. "Don't forget what we talked about. And you'll likely have laundry duty again tomorrow. Be here first thing in the morning. We rotate shifts, but today was just a trial. You did well. Get some rest."

"Thank you..." Was all she managed to say.

Shiori was panting... She was parched from thirst and her stomach growled with hunger. She wanted to ask the guard woman if she knew a way she could get something to eat and drink, but she already knew the answer. There would be no relief for a lowly slave. She ignored her pangs of hunger for now, being far too exhausted to deal with it anyway.

She went back to the slave's quarters where she noticed that there was an older woman sleeping on her usual cot. She had her brunette hair done up in a messy loose ponytail, and it was sprawled across the makeshift pillow, which was actually just some bedding that had been rolled up. The woman wore a dress made from tattered old rags, and she clutched a sleeping child to her bosom. The little boy snored soundly in his mother's arms.

Then she glanced over to spot an unfamiliar cot. It would have to do... The Valkyrie thought about waking her, but she noticed that she had a child. The woman clung to her little boy, holding him even closer. He twitched in his sleep. Shiori stopped for a minute, looking down at them both. Then she'd passed on, settling for a less comfortable bed in the corner.

She just didn't have the heart to disturb them. Shiori was too tired to argue anyway and it didn't really matter where she ended up sleeping. None of them had any belongings to speak of and most of the cots were the same anyway, moldy and riddled with filth. But to have any of them was lucky, sometimes there weren't enough to go around.

What sickened her in this scenario was the fact that Alvida was also taking children as slaves too. Even whole families, in some cases. But most of her captives seemed to be women and children. There were some men present among their ranks, but most of them were very old, disabled, or sickly. It was like she was deliberately preying on the weak.

Like it or not, she was in the same situation right now, so there was little she could do about it. All she could do was curl up and try her best to go to sleep. With shaking hands, she reached to her neck to grasp at an amulet that wasn't there...

A/N: I am so very sorry about the long wait on this chapter... I was going to make it longer but I didn't want to keep you waiting anymore. The holidays really took a lot out of me, it threw my whole rhythm off, and I've been very busy around the start of the year. ;w; It also took longer this time because I have to keep going back and adjusting the plans to sort things out so I can fit in new ideas and make sure everything works together like it's supposed to. I'm not trying to neglect this story or anything, I'm always thinking about it night and day, and how it could be improved. Thank you so much for reading, and I look forward to reading anything you might have to say about this little story of mine... I can't believe it's already been 20 chapters, wow! xD

-Kaline