Fire Fist Ace

Cara tapped her boot on the floor. Eyebrows knitted, she glared at the door waiting for whatever flunky was going to come into the room next to feed her. Yes, feed her.

Chains clanked together as she shifted in her chair. She had been in them since she had woken up in this place. They bound her arms to her sides and her legs together. If she wanted to move around the room she could only bounce on her feet. To shift positions on the bed she had to wiggled like a worm. The locks were well out of her reason so she couldn't even attempt at picking them.

With a heavy sigh, she struggled against the chains around her. They were made of sea stone. She had no idea if they put them on her because they thought she might have a devil fruit or if they somehow knew she would be able to break out of regular chains. Well, if luck on was her side that is. She blew one of her two white locks from her face.

It probably didn't matter. She figured she most likely wouldn't be able to get off this water vessel she was on anyway. She wasn't even exactly sure what the water vessel even was. She only knew the walls were metal and the sounds it gave off were not those of a wooden ship. She had recalled seeing a gray blur when they had drugged her. So she assumed it could possibly be a ship like the navy used. But then she struck that down when she had overheard a couple pirates passing by the door, to the room she was in staying, they weren't stopping until they got back home.

That's when she assumed these pirates were using a submarine. That would be the only way they could keep going without stopping. Since a sub could avoid storms and other ships.

But this was still only a guess. There were no windows in this room. All there was were a small bed, a small round wooden table, two wooden chairs, and a few storage crates. The only light she got from from a small light that was mounted in the middle of the ceiling.

The door opened. It was the same man that brought her food to her yesterday. She didn't know his name. She didn't know any of their names. She glared at him as he sat the plate and cup down on the table. "Get lost."

"Don't worry, little girl." The man patted her head. "Your sweet daddy will give us the ransom then we'll let you go. As soon as he arrives, you'll be freed."

Cara snorted. "Don't make me laugh. There's no way on this planet he'll come to get me himself."

"Don't under value yourself. Everyone knows how much Whitebeard loves his family."

"Die," Cara hissed.

The man shrugged and headed for the door. "If you're going to be that way then you can feed yourself. Good luck with that."

Cara stuck her tongue out as he closed the door. She glanced at the food then curled her nose. Eating would be no problem. All she had to do was eat like a dog. She turned away from the food and stared at the wall, wondering which flunky Whitebeard was going to send to fetch her. Marco was the first to come to her mind. He was one of Whitebeard's most trusted sons. "Yeah. I bet he'll send the bird boy. No way I can escape from him."

...

More time passed. How long, Cara didn't know for sure. All she knew was several days had passed. The first day she woke up in this place she started counting how many meals they had given her. She guessed she had been on this vessel for about nine days. Assuming she hadn't slept for more than twelve to twenty four hours because of the drug.

A few men passed by the door. "Finally! We're back home!"

"Yeah. Now all we have to do is wait for Whitebeard to show up with the ransom money. We're going to be set for life."

Cara hummed in thought. Set for life? How much money did they demand from Whitebeard? How much money did they think Whitebeard had?

Cara shook her head. It didn't matter. Whitebeard wouldn't pay. That she knew for sure. Whitebeard would kill them before giving up a single cent. Which brought about another question. How were these men going to fight the old man, since they assumed he would be the one coming? Surely they knew they weren't strong enough to face the emperor, or any of his sons. Were they going to ambush him with sea stone somehow? That would be the only way they could attempt to get a win.

Surely these idiots didn't think that Whitebeard was actually going to pay them.

There had to be something she was missing. Everyone knew not to mess with Whitebeard. It was a death sentence to mess with anyone the old man called family. Then what was the purpose of...

Cara's eyebrows shot up. Was it possible that they- An explosion interrupted her thoughts. It was followed by several more explosions, shouting, gun fire, and heavy thumps out in the hall.

A few seconds of silence passed before the door cracked open.

Care tensed. Did Whitebeard really come for her? Did the pirates realize the mistake they had made and were coming to kill her?

The door opened farther. A young man Cara's age with messy black hair covered by a hat appeared. She scanned him for leather bands. When she didn't see any on him she assumed he wasn't part of her kidnappers crew. That meant only one thing.

"Don't worry. I'm here to save you." He flashed a key as he walked over to her. "I'm Ace. Whitebeard sent me."

Cara swallowed a growl. She knew Whitebeard wouldn't come save her himself, but, for some reason, it stung that she was right.

"Hold still. I'm a devil fruit user so this might be tricky." Though he said those words the chains fell to the floor with a noisy clatter in only a couple seconds. Ace stepped in front of her and held out his hand. "Come on. Let's get you out of here."

Without thought, Cara leaned forward and bite Ace's hand.

Ace yipped and pulled back. "What the heck was that for?!"

"Get lost! I don't want to be saved!" Cara bolted to her feet and stomped towards the door. Stepping through the open door she found a long hallway. She looked left then right. Several bodies littered the hallway to her right. So she headed that way, assuming that was the way out, and stepping on the fallen men as she went.

An open doorway appeared that lead to stairs. She turned to head up them.

"Hey! Hold on a second!" Ace grabbed her wrist.

Cara whipped around. Pulling her fist back she swung at him. Her fist collided with his face. His body flew backwards, bounced off the floor, ricochet between the walls -leaving dents in the metal with each hit- before finally coming to a stop in another bent.

With a satisfied sniff, Cara continued up the stairs.