Currently, I am still on the hard road of watching One Piece - 280 episodes may I say. And I am bawling if you know where I am in the moment.

Still, here is the story.

Disclaimer: Credits, Respect and Appreciation to Eiichiro Oda for One Piece


The sun was shining on the sweaty marines who were delivering cargo from their ship onto the island. It was full of the armory for the headquarters that was set there since new and old pirates were on the rise. The Lieutenant observed his men in his attire, watching like a hawk, or somewhat someone with authority since he was given the position. He saw his men huff and puff the materials from one side to the other in satisfaction, even though he was a fat bugger, standing as if he was destined.

"Hey, Put that crate over here!"

One of the marines came over to one of the boxes sectioned outside of the ship. He began to lift and struggled to carry only one. He called over to his other men. At least 4 had to lift to put it back on the ship.

"Th-this is t-too heavy.." One of the men stammered, fully plumped red in the face as each arms carrying muscles wanted to burst. They carefully tiptoed to the edge of the ramp, going towards the ship, and managed to get on. They dropped it on the floor and heaved it's the attire to the bottom storage area where all other boxes were left to cramp with dust until the next course. All men wiped their sweat, sighs gathered, and soon - all were ready to go at sea once again.

Chatter was distributed throughout the ship as night had fallen, but the sea, calmly thrashing against the boat. The women knew that her plan had worked.

She could feel herself start to cramp since her brilliant plan was to be shipped through a box - she didn't know it was going to gave her splinters. Still, inside the box, she lifted the lid and took a peek at where she was. Ah, it was the room of boxes, she thought.

She quietly lifted it and got out of the box, put the lid back on, and was soon invited to an environment of dust coming up her nostrils. It had started to sting, her throat about to be clogged up with moments of expectation that something gigantic was going to be heard if she didn't stop herself. Footsteps took her attention away from her previous thought, and laughter was soon coming into proximity. Damn it! She thought.

"I have got to tell you, mate, she told me that she can do better! I mean, yeah, I do leave the toilet seat up, but I do-"

Two men came downstairs into the storage room, snickering at their conversation while the woman who was just up was now back into her small box. Squeezing her nose and mouth so that dust wouldn't get trapped in.

"Hey, where did you put the box with the liquors again?"

"How should I know? Didn't Shiro put it over there? I heard that it was heavy with alcohol that four of the boys had to carry it in here!"

"What?! Oh, boy, am I getting excited now!"

She was not heavy, no she was just blessed with heavy bones. Her soon angered thoughts peeped away once she heard heavy lumps walk near her and her breathing hitched in panic. Oh please, go away, she thought.

The man that was excited peered over the boxes, picturing in his mind the gold he was going to find, and soon picked a box that deemed right. She froze, he hovered, she flinched, he lifted, she clenched her teeth, he droole-

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

"WHAT THE HELL MATE - what happened?"

The other man came over to where the excited guy was. He reached him and saw him staring inside of a box in shock, he ran over to check what he was looking at and to his horror was a -

"Seriously Mata? A spider?"

"Don't tell the others, please."

At least they found the alcohol, and as the men grabbed what they wanted, they went back upstairs to the main deck, closing the door behind them. The woman propped herself out of the box and sighed in relief.

"Wait...did he says spider?- ACHOO!"


It has been four weeks on the ship, and the women had enough. Sneaking around the ship, stealing food from the kitchen, propping herself back into the safe haven she created in the storage that most men didn't come to most of the time. Only the substance of what she had learned was alcohol. She tried some of it in her second week and devoured the rest if only the spider she had become friends with didn't crawl inside her marine shirt she found - tickling her energy then she knocked out.

In her third week, apparently, the ship of marines was going to an island where a legend had once been captured and killed. But she could not hear the whispers since she was getting a headache, again from her favorite drink, alcohol.

In her boredom, it took her to places around the ship. Finding out everyone's name and personally getting to know each secret crossed in whispers. Apparently, the walls aren't as sturdy in the storage, so finding affairs and treasures weren't hard to ignore.

She found objects like a book. She read it 5 times until she threw it at her spider friend out of the agony of the ending she knew, 5 times already. She found a brush - something that a foreigner uses, a woman of her kind just a different color. She pushed it through her rough, black curls, and to no use was it going to do its job. She also had thrown it to her spider friend. She also was accustomed to an object that reflected the appearance of oneself - a mirror. She looked once a day in her stay, her dark brown skin, and her light brown eyes, with little specks of gold like sand. Maybe only once.

"Why, little spider, I think my stay has been too long, and I, the guest, has over welcomed her stay"

She had the spider on her finger, lift him towards one of the crates where it bid itself again to the darkness. She got up and stretched, admiring the little home that had helped her on this ship, and stalked towards the door. Hovering over the knob, she turned back again and forgot one important thing -

"I thank you, little home, you have saved me from -"

"Who the hell are you. And how the hell did you get on this ship?"

Oh wow, she got caught.


"Sir, to you and the crew, I am telling the truth!"

"You think I am dumb enough to believe that!"

"But Sir-"

"Sir, Sir, Sir. I do not care about your apologies, but your apologies to the crew! Now you are going to tell me where the alcohol went to or so help me...!"

It has been three weeks since their liquor has been stuffed down from whose throat - he didn't know, he just knew it was gone. It was supposed to survive for them until their next destination - but of course. Since there was no liquor, a very unwanted and pissed leader with tight underwear was on-site 24/7. All supplies were decked under in the basement, to hell, he went himself despite his pride and position - what could be more justified that it was his own men. It had to be. Apparently, not only he wasn't the only one going insane, but the crew as well. It was embarrassing! What could he do? They could all be alcoholics with their manly tactics could not utter a simple complaint to their leader. This man was the last to into the basement.

The door busted open and sweaty crewmen huffed, catching his breath. The Lieutenant growling at his Captain, a pansy of a marine came stumbling inside, then standing straight.

"What do you want?"

"Sir - I think we have found the culprit to the alcohol business."

"And the reasoning is?"

"There is a woman-"

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

All three men jumped from their spots as a massacre of explosions were happening outside of the office. The Lieutenant coughed, sprung to his feet, and ran out towards the high deck where he saw his men spangling to their feet, voices rung and screamed. What the hell? He saw towards the lower deck, guns started to blaze, barrels were on fire - the symbol of the flag was ripped. It was then another boom echoed - there was no making sense of what was happening. The lousy marine pushed next to him and pointed with such desperation.

"Sir, there is the lady! She's the one that stole our liquor!"

And there she was, stopping in her tracks as they saw her trying to get into one of the emergency boats with- the LIQUOR!

"Men! GET THAT woman!"

"AYE!"