Chapter 2
I do not own one piece, its Oda-sensei's, but I do own the OC's X)
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Could it be? Marty rubbed her sore eyes with hands covered in dry mud and slime. When she reopened her eyes, the house nestled in the clearing was still there. In was small, brick, and round, with tiny windows. But it was real, and there was smoke coming out of the chimney.
It was lunchtime the day after Marty had awoken alone on the beach, and after a day and night in the jungle the sight of the little house was making her tear up.
Civilisation meant people, and people meant FOOD! Marty staggered to the cottage door and knocked three times… then looked down at her filthy clothes and realised what she must look like. Her school uniform was ripped in several places, she was covered in mud and some sort of slime, and… when had she lost her left shoe? God knows what her hair must look like, it was still in a ponytail.
The door creaked open, she stopped studying her clothes, instead watching as the door swung back to reveal an old woman, she was wearing a pure white apron that matched her hair over a pale blue dress, she could have been someone's grandmother, except….
"Umm.." Marty stuttered out nervously, otherwise speechless. How was that even possible? The woman was like wise shocked at Marty's own appearance, albeit less speech impaired.
"Oh, my dear, look at you! Did you come through the forest?! Are you by yourself?!" She exclaimed. Marty blinked, dragged out of her stupor by the torrent of questions. She blushed.
"Um yes I am, I mean, I did… Do you… Could you spare some food?" She asked quietly, embarrassed as her stomach won the fight for top priority. The woman was nodding before she even finished talking.
"Of course my dear, come in come in," Stepping aside so that Marty could enter, then closed the door behind her. Once inside, Marty stood still not wanting to dirty the woman's lovely house. The room she stood in was a combination of the bedroom, kitchen, and living room with a fire place nestled against the wall. There was a door opposite her leading to other room/rooms which she assumed included a bathroom.
"Urr.." She started watching the woman bustle around the kitchen, obviously in her element, "My name is Marty." The old dear paused to smile at the strange girl over her shoulder.
"Pleasure to meet you Marty, my name is Donna," she waved her arms at the table, "sit down dear, we'll get you fed then into the bath I should think." She said turning back to the stove. Marty walked carefully over to the table and did as she was instructed, attempting to touch as little as possible.
"If you don't mind me asking dear," said Donna without turning around, "how did you come to be in the forest?" Marty looked at the table.
"Well, I woke up on the beach yesterday morning," she said slowly mulling over each word, 'but how i got there? I have no idea."
"You don't remember?"
"No ma'am" Donna put food on the table in front of the girl and watched smiling at the enthusiasm she ate it with.
"Just Donna is fine… Where are your parents?" Marty halted eating for a few seconds to answer.
"Overseas. They work overseas," she said uncomfortably before resuming the attack on her food. Donna picked up in the sadness in her voice as she sat in the chair opposite.
"That's something we have in common then," Marty looked up surprised to see Donna smiling sadly, "both my husband and daughter left me for the sea." Marty pushed her empty plate out of the way.
"Really? I'm sorry." Donna shook her head
"Don't be, after all when the sea beckons, you must heed its call," she said, rising to her feet to collect Marty's plate, Marty followed brow slightly furrowed, where had she heard that before.
Donna placed the dirty dishes in the sink then moved to her closet to find clothes for Marty.
"Thank you for the food, "Marty said awkwardly, "er… if you don't mind me asking, what do you mean by heeding the sea's call?" Donna pulled a purple dress and undergarments from the cupboard and pushed the bundle into Marty arms.
"To be a pirate dear, they set sail in search of the One Piece," Marty froze, or tried to, Donna was stronger than she looked, propelling the girl through the mystery door into a not-so-mysterious bathroom, "I hope you don't mind dresses, but I thought it would match your hair, you can use the blue towel if you like," She said smiling as she closed bathroom door.
….What?
Wait….WHAT!?
The bright purple dress matched her hair…. her daughter was out searching for the one piece… and if you took into account Donnas appearance, the clothes tumbled out of her hands as she rushed over to the small mirror above the bathroom sink. Marty clapped her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
Her hair was purple, and just like Donna, she was an anime character. She was inside an anime, and she knew which one.
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Marty hadn't realised how much she had needed a bath. After the initial shock of her appearance and location, Marty started getting very excited. She. Was. In. ONE PIECE!
Donna had just finished cleaning Marty's dishes when the bathroom door opened. The strange girl emerged look very pretty in Amy's purple sundress, she had such lovely hair. She had her dirty clothes bundled up in her arm's looking unsure what to do with them.
"Pass them here dear, I'll put them in the wash basket," said Donna, bustling over to Marty arms outstretched. Marty handed her clothes over thankfully.
"I can't thank you enough Donna," Marty said sincerely, "Please is there anything I can do for you in return?" Donna finished tossing the clothes into the basket and turned to smile at the polite young girl.
"Actually there is something you can do," Marty Looked at Donna hopefully, "once a week I go into town to sell herbs and vegetables from my garden, I could use your help if you'd like." Marty nodded eagerly, this is perfect! She would get to see the town, and repay Donna while she did it! Donna laughed at the girl's enthusiasm.
"Ok then, grab yourself a hat and a pair of shoes out of that cupboard and meet me outside, my daughters stuff is mostly on the left," she said, pointing at the cupboard as she headed outside. Marty wandered over to the cupboard and opened its doors. Shoes lined the bottom. She grabbed a pair of black slip-on shoe's and tried them on. They were a bit tight, but otherwise fit perfectly. The hats were stacked one on top of the other, all piled on top of a hat stand, she flick through the first few, and then she saw it.
It was a straw hat with a red ribbon wound around the base and tied in a big bow at the back. The ends of the ribbon trailed down a few centimetres over the edge of the brim. It was Luffy's hat but a female version. Marty laughed, it had to be a sign. She jammed the hat on her head and followed Donna.
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Marty's jaw dropped, her eyes as big as saucers. Donna laughed at her expression.
"Welcome to Billion's Cove. It is a popular trading port, all sorts of people wash up on our shore," said Donna weaving through the crowd. Marty snapped her mouth closed and grinned, Donna wasn't wrong. The pair made their way to the docks, where Donna claimed the best trading happened. They were setting up a stall when they first heard a commotion.
"What..?" Donna said confused as people fled past in the opposite direction. Marty stood on her toes attempting to find its source, but those who weren't fleeing had formed a wall around the noises to watch the chaos ensue.
"Is that normal?" Asked Marty, still straining to see over the spectators from where she was standing.
"No," said Donna worried. Marty glanced at the kind old woman, and grinned.
"I'll go have a quick look," Marty volunteered, heading off towards the fuss, Donna looked at her retreating form startled.
"Wait! Marty!" she exclaimed hurrying after the girl, her voice drowned out by the crowd. Marty ran up to spectator circle, trying to push her way through to the front. Maybe it's a fight, she thought excitedly, a real live, devil fruit fight! Suddenly there was a gap in the crowd and Marty was thrust forward out of the audience into the open space. Suddenly rough hands grabbed her pulling her forward. One hand was clasped over her mouth to keep her from screaming, the other tightly clamped around her left arm. Marty looked at the men around her in fear. There was about 30, all dirty and haggard, like they hadn't seen a full meal in a while, but strong and every single one supported a weapon of some kind.
"Well aren't you pretty," crooned her captor, he dragged her over to a man she guessed to be the Leader, a tall black-hair man with sallow skin and only one arm, and was held out for inspection. A curt nod had her thrown into a large cage already holding two other occupants. She spun around grasping the bars of the cage door staring out at the panicking spectators. At the edge of the crowd stood Donna staring at Marty in horror.
"MARINES!" Came the warning cry, jolting the rest of the men into action. Two burly members grabbed onto the cage's sides and began hauling it onto a waiting ship. A hatch on the deck was thrown open and the cage was passed down to two waiting men who stowed it in a dark corner. This was all done without any care for the cages occupants who were supporting several bumps and bruises from the rough treatment. Marty untangled herself from another girl rushing to the side of the cage. She caught a glimpse of the crates and food supplies stored in the room around them before the hatch was pull closed and the room went dark. Sounds of many feet echoed above them as the crew made hasty preparations to leave the port.
Marty turned around so her back was against the cage bars then slid down until she was in a sitting position, and for the first time took notice of the cages other inhabitants. There were two, one looking to be about 16, the other maybe 19. The younger had hair that, in the daylight, was most likely platinum blond, styled into curly ringlets. She looked like a doll, all petite, blue-eyed and made up in a floor length frilly dress with wrist length sleeves. Though it was hard to tell in the poor lighting, it looked like she was crying, but wow, even crying she was really pretty. The second girl was taller and more athletic looking than the first in faded, ripped short denim shorts and a white singlet stretched over a curvy figure. The most striking thing about this girl however was her short and spikey green hair and matching emerald eyes that crackled with intelligence.
Also she had awesome boots.
Marty shook her head a little; she was losing it, who cares how cool her boots are! They had just been kidnapped!
"What will happen to us?" Asked a prim sad voice, pulling Marty back to the issue at hand. She glanced at the blonde girl whom she assumed had spoken.
"I'm not sure, I-.."
"You're to be sold as slaves." Marty whipped her head around; a shape lurched up from behind the crates of food causing the blonde girl to scream.
"Oi, shut it titch," growled the figure moving into the dim light filtering in through the cracks in the roof. The man stretched and yawned. His hair was long and greasy falling down to his shoulders, half covering his oily, sallow face. His clothes looked like they hadn't been washed since their creation, the man himself probably hadn't seen a bath since then either.
"There has been a demand for pretty young lasses in the industry," He continued, leering at the girls causing them to retreat slightly into the cage. He laughed, "don't worry my lovelies, nobody's gonna touch ya'. You're merchandise after all. Enjoy the freedom you have left while you can." Laughing the sallow man made his way to the hatch and disappeared through the hole slamming the door back down behind him.
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Thank you to everybody who took the time to read my fan fiction! If your still with me, next chapter the girls are going to meet the whitebeard pirates, and let's not forget the weird fruit Marty ate, I wonder when that will crop up again _
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