Rated M for Violence, Language, Smoking, The Destruction Of Government Property, and Some Very Detailed Lemons!

I don't own One Piece! This world belongs to Eiichiro Oda and these amazing characters are his. My OC'S and this story, however, are my own! This is a work of fiction from me, any relevance to the real world or other works is purely coincidental.

Thank you for reading!

After the straw-hat pirates finish celebrating the official welcoming of Brook to their crew, they head out in the direction of Fishman Island and The New World. As the waters grow colder, they have no idea what obstacles await them along the way.

Alba

Alba's hand trailed through the water, but she didn't bother lifting it. She no longer felt the burning sting of the frigid temperatures anyway, that sensation had stopped about two hours ago. Instead, her body was numb, the ice clinging to her fingertips the only indication that she was still cold. That she was still alive. The jacket wrapped around her small frame only offered mild insolation against the soft white snow that drifted down in the moonlight around her. The smell of salt burned her nose as waves slammed into the tiny wooden boat. Sometimes the waves were hard, sending shards of ice into the air, pelting her face and any exposed skin with their sharpness. Other times they were soft, gently rocking the tiny splinter of a boat as if to comfort her. Despite her efforts, Alba couldn't move, her body was drained of every ounce of energy she possessed. She was at the mercy of this fickle sea.

The sound of a ship barely registered in Alba's mind before an impact sent pain shooting through her body. A man's voice, one that was loud, angry, and unfamiliar assaulted her ears.

"Oi!" The voice sounded, echoing through the snow "there's someone down there!"

Alba raised her hand, the only movement she could muster, as her body slowly slipped free of the splintered wood and into the cold dark sea. Maybe it had been a reflex, or perhaps she hadn't been quite ready to die yet. Not that any of that mattered, now that the sea had her, she would certainly perish. Images flashed through her mind, memories. Kira.

Something solid wrapped around her waist, it yanked hard, dragging her in the direction she could only assume was up. Wind caressed her cheek and she coughed violently as water dripped from her mouth. She could nearly make out a mop of green hair in the haze. More murmured voices slithered through the snow as darkness descended in on Alba's mind. She was moving, getting pulled through the air before she suddenly felt something solid beneath her. Then… nothing as the darkness finally claimed her consciousness.