Gerbilfriend: Yes, sleep deprivation can be scary. I guess that means I did an alright job writing it then; thank you.
Dragondancer81: This probably wasn't what you had in mind for the next chapter— another omake so soon. But rest assured, the next plot chapter is almost done. How awesome it is... I'll let you guys be the judge in a few days.
TheRealEvanSG: Ripples... I prefer to think of it as a butterfly migration myself. After all, ripples are your thing. And I'm glad you enjoyed Jones and Robin, but Jones wasn't actually trying to get Robin healing earlier; she was just trying to get through the conversation with the minimum of bloodshed and got very lucky.
gamelover41592: No, Jones and Vivi are not meant to be a worse version of Zoro and Sanji. Vivi is just very bitter and confused about Jones knowledge and desire to play things close to her chest. As far as Jones being crazier than Cross... My first reaction was "I didn't think that was possible." Then The Patient One agreed with you— which makes me kind of nervous and giddy, because I haven't gotten to what I consider the crazy bits. So now my reaction is "Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet."
Guest: Heh, thank you. And it's not that a lot of people forget about them; it's that most people don't see them as the fluffy, adorable potential allies that I do.
Lightsbane1905: *dodges fist of love* Brook's— his is the backstory that always affects me most. And yes, I do think Robin would crave a little bit of human contact after being alone for so long— that's why I wrote that bit.
The Keeper of Worlds: Heh. Yes, the butterfly migration has well and truly begun.
randomlyrite: You're not the first; one of my beta reader's best friends started shipping Jones and Robin before I even finished that chapter. As for whether it will happen... Sorry, but I haven't yet decided if I'm going to include serious romance or not. But if I do, I suppose Jones and Robin would be a valid and interesting pairing.
OnepieceZoroOC: Yeah, I guess I can see how some people would get tired of that. Mostly I've been continuing to write her that way because I— and thus Jones— have difficulty dealing with change a lot of the time. Put me in a totally new place and as long as I know the rules, I'm good. But as soon as you start changing the rules, I either resist or shut down— thus, Jones is fine with the fact that she's in a whole new world, but as soon as things stop matching up to the story, she takes a bit to figure out how to work around that.
wildcat2636: You're welcome.
Xipholynx: Always so happy to see your comments. Thank you very much! ^_^
Kmbrun: Yeah, I knew not everyone would like the fourth wall thing. But if I've managed to write the rest of it well enough that you're willing to look past Jones' nuttiness, I count that as a major win. Thank you very much.
DemonCatLady: Yes, I know the fourth wall breakages and references aren't everyone's cup of tea, and I'm a little sorry— not much, because I enjoy them and that's really how I think a lot of the time, but a little. But I'm glad there are things in the story that make it worth reading for those who don't share my peculiar sense of humour.
Krazyfanfiction1: All I will say on that topic is that yes, Jones can use more than just the force of impact, and you'll see one of the other things she can do in the next chapter. Anything else would be spoilers.
Azurai Wolf: *buried under snowstorm of comments* Thank you for all your wonderful comments! Yeah, Skypiea was one of the things that led me to decide to leave Laboon behind. I was going to have him come, actually, until my beta reader reminded me that hitting a whale with the Knock Up Stream could count as animal cruelty. And yeah, Jones doesn't mean to upset Vivi, but no matter how good you are with words, there's always someone or something you slip up around. And Jones inability to deal properly with emotions certainly didn't help. You win some, you lose some; that's life, both in fiction and outside of it.
A/N: And now, dear readers, I present to you a brief crossover omake by TheRealEvanSG and myself. Enjoy. And yes, we had permission to include the special guests at the end.
Warm sunlight shone down on a little ram-headed ship, rocking on the waves. The ship was unusually quiet; its entire crew seemed to be belowdecks. For anyone who knew this ship, that would actually be rather alarming— the Straw Hat Pirates weren't exactly a crew known for being quiet.
After a few moments, two figures appeared. From the galley emerged a young man in a leather jacket, while a woman wearing a fedora climbed out of the main hatch. Each carried an animal on their shoulder— the man, a monkey, and the woman, a baby dragon. When the pair saw each other, they froze in confusion. Then the voice of a cheesy announcer rang out over the Going Merry.
Epic Rap Battles of Fanfiction!
EVAN JOHNSON!
VERSUS!
JOOOOOOONES!
BEGIN!
Both pirates looked around for a moment for the source of the voice. There was no one to be seen. Shrugging, the young man with the monkey began to speak as he stalked towards his apparent opponent.
Evan:
Welcome, one and all, to the new verbal wars!
It's your favorite neighborhood Water Boy vs the geek with the Force!
Look, you may be able to absorb physical attacks,
But against these sick burns, there ain't no comin' back!
It's true that INT isn't exactly my highest stat,
But when it comes to rapping, that's where my talent's at!
I mean, next to mine, yours is a story nobody knows!
And your greatest achievement is stopping Sanji's bleeding nose!
So just sit back and discuss your rebuttal with your own author
While I stay up here spitting flames that are hotter
Than Ace, on your case for trying to steal Sabo!
Ouch! Looks like for that burn, you're going to need some water!
He ended with a demonstration, his powers calling great globes of water out of the ocean as he raised his hands. Unimpressed, Evan's opponent rolled her eyes and flipped the bird at… something off to one side.
Jones:
You claim to spit flames? You're a kid waterbender.
What? Couldn't find Aang, you Katara pretender?
Beat me in a word fight? You must be insane,
If your flow's like water, just run down the drain.
And sure, I have less in the follows and fame,
I started four months after you made a name.
Yes I speak to my writer, two are better than one,
My force makes me the bomb, you're a little squirt gun.
And oh, by the way, your last rhyme was a fail,
Your poetry's weak and and your rhythm is frail.
You may be water, but you're about to get burnt.
Oops! Should've warned you— spoiler alert!
Jones wasn't as expressive with her hands, but her eyebrows managed to pick up the slack. Evan smirked and clenched his fists, causing the globes of water hovering beside the ship to explode in a shower of salty droplets.
Evan:
I may have water powers, but my raps are still fire!
I'll wash away your rhymes and continue to climb higher!
Katara only wishes she had half the abilities I do.
Welcome to your opening chapter, part two!
Because after you leave this battle, you'll only be depressed,
I've got writing skills so great, 300 people were impressed!
Under the weight of my story, you'll just be compressed,
Until you cry out for your author to help in distress!
Why don't you run away with that baby that you stole from the dragons?
My attention's starting to drift since your verses are draggin'.
When You See my next plot twist, You'll Shit Bricks.
I'll quench any burns you give me with a flick of the wrist!
I only need one of me to write the best story ever told!
But it's okay; after you die here, you'll just go to another world.
A playful breeze whipped up to ruffle Evan's hair and make his jacket flair dramatically. He only got to enjoy it briefly, though, as a couple seconds later a stomp from Jones produced a shockwave that shook the ship.
Jones:
Little boy, don't you know that compression's a force?
I'll absorb it and use it to knock you off course.
Your raps are not fire, your rhythm's still clunky,
But it should be expected; your partner's a monkey,
Yet he still has more skills and more culture than you-
Just hearing your voice would make Shakespeare turn blue!
Three hundred? That's only impressive in Sparta.
You'll need more to fight me, épais de marde.
And I'm not allowed to die, my captain said so,
So I'm afraid that it's your scrawny ass that must go.
You're a glass cannon; I'm a jack-of-trades fighter-
I could still win if I pulled an all-nighter!
So give up; you can't beat this nerd from the north!
No wall can protect you— not even the fourth.
The fedora-wearing pirate folded her arms as she finished her verse, grinning at the young man across from her in a way that was probably meant to be smug, but just came off as deranged. Almost as soon as she was done speaking, however, another figure swung down from the lines. Armour clanked heavily as he landed; when he straightened, the snail on his shoulder started cackling.
Soundbite:
Did somebody say… FOURTH WALL?
Cross:
It's the biggest self-insertion since Jesus' birth!
I'm going three thousand strong; what are your silly asses worth?
I've crossed two worlds, many seas, and even more opponents,
And now I'm here to rattle this battle at the last moment!
Let's start with Water Boy! More like doughboy; your whole body's soft.
You got beat up by a fish, and can't even hold tonfa aloft.
The only reason you're well known is for omakes of my story,
So don't think about trying to hog even half of the glory.
Soundbite:
And now you there, Miss Jones, a rip-off of Indiana!
Stop yapping and apologize LIKE THEY DO BACK in Canada.
And POINTING FINGERS AT others for being a glass cannon ain't cute-
Because five chapters in, you HAD TO EAT YOUR OWN Devil Fruit.
Cross:
It's funny how you two both claim to spit the hottest rhymes,
'Specially since the Noise-snail is my partner in crime.
With every single word I utter, I cause the whole world to shake!
Nothing either of you says will travel half as far as my voice makes.
I don't need a second verse; Soundbite and I won in one round!
Soundbite:
'Cause there's nothing you TWO CAN do against the GOD OF SOUND!
MIC DROP, BITCHES!
There was a long, deafening silence after Soundbite finished. Three pirates were left staring at each other in a triangle of aggressive confusion— six, if one counted the animals. After a few minutes, the cheesy announcer's voice rang out of nowhere once again.
Who won? Who's next?
YOU DECIDE!
Epic Rap Battles of Fanfiction!