Chapter 15: Breakfast Crew

All right, I was going to make this chapter longer, but I'm still not motivated, so I'm gonna go ahead and present this part. I have brought further shame to myself.

The beginning of Day two of slave camp!
Disclaimer: If I owned One Piece, this wouldn't be a fanfic, would it? Please review.

5:00 AM

"WWWHHHHHIIIIIIIIRRRRRRR!" A loud whistle blew.

"Breakfast crew must report to the kitchen now!" yelled an overseer. "The rest of you may sleep for another hour!"

As several men got up from their beds, Usopp thought, Glad I'm not one of them.

"Hey, aren't you the guy who had the egg-steak plan?" Usopp looked up at the overseer.

I don't like how my day is starting.

"All right, so to cook a steak, you first -- Hey! Are you listening to me?" spoke Sooze.

"Sorry," replied Usopp. "I just never wake up this early."

Sooze answered, "Well, you'd better get used to it."

"I don't want to get used to it!" replied Usopp. "That's why I made an -- egg-steak plan!" He just barely caught himself there. He didn't want to make the same mistake as last night.

"You don't want to get used to waking up early every morning, so you made an egg-steak plan?" asked Sooze. "Uh, I'm as confused as heck."

"Just forget that," said Usopp.

After Sooze finished giving directions, Usopp started cooking. Of course, he also thought of his slave revolt plan to refresh his memory. He repeated it over and over again, still paying attention to the cooking, and each time, he kept coming up with the roadblock that he couldn't seem to solve. I can save my crew and free all the slaves here, he thought. I just need a secret storage place and keep all the tools there, then once I got enough weapons made, I'll get word around the slaves so that they'll get ready for the rebellion. Finally, we'll all take down the overseers, and hopefully, I'll get Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji - wherever they are - and defeat the rest of Kraken's soldiers! What a great plan!

Then as Usopp finished cooking the steaks, he finished thinking, But, I still need a storage place, and not only that, it needs to be secret, and the slaves might lose, and I might not find my missing crewmates. Arghhh, this has to work. I'm a brave warrior of the sea!

Time went by. By procedures of the slave camp, the kitchen crew would eat their meal depending on when they finish it. If they finished at least fifteen minutes before the other slaves arrived, they would eat early. If they don't finish that early, they have to wait until the other slaves are done and have twenty minutes to eat their meal.

This morning, they finished fourteen and a half minutes early.

"Those darn overseers would be surprised to see how quickly hungry people can eat." said Bunge.

Forty agonizing minutes later, the kitchen crew had gone ten minutes into their breakfast, when Usopp had to go to the restroom in the middle of a meal. So he went there, and on the way back, he realized that he could take a shortcut through the kitchen.

So he walked through the kitchen when he heard something. It sounded like pieces of metal clanging against eachother. Usopp was startled for a second, but it was nothing important, of course. It was probably just a cooking utensil sliding on the dish rack. Then as he was about to open the door, he heard another sound. This time, it sounded like a quick, high-pitched sound from a messed-up flute, which you don't normally hear in a kitchen. The sound was faint, but the strangest part is, it came from one of the sink cabinets.

In curiosity, Usopp walked over to the cabinet and opened it. He didn't find anything unusual, just some ordinary water pipes with several valves and gauges. But he definitely heard something coming from here. Was it a cricket? No, it didn't sound like any kind of bug... Then he heard the sound again, even fainter than before, but it was there, and it was coming from... The ground? It seemed to be coming from underneath a tile. Usopp crawled towards it and reached for it with his left hand - when a cockroach popped out from under it. "AA-" Usopp started to shout, until he banged his head on a pipe.

As Usopp rubbed the back of his head, the cockroach scurried away. A few seconds later, he looked back at the tile. There's definitely something there, he thought.

That wasn't too disappointing, was it? I'll try to get the next chapter done sooner.