Chapter 5

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Ace ran down the hallway, Marco following close behind with a look on his face somewhere between amusement and disbelief. If it really was them they had managed to do a surprising amount of damage in just two hours. Ace reached the end of the hallway, screeching to a stop and wrenched the door opened. Charlene screamed in surprise and fell off the bed. Ace paused confused… they were still here? Marco peered over his shoulder.

"… Where are Beth and Marty?" He asked causing Ace to notice the distinct lack of green and purple in the room. The blond girl, Charlene, pushed herself off the floor and stood facing the two commanders with her hands on her hips.

"They left, I'm not their babysitter you know," Ace looked at the girl in shocked disbelief, while Marco face palmed.

"We said we would come and get you when it was dinner time, why would they want to leave the room," Marco groaned, "Where are they?" Charlene frowned.

"You're not their babysitters either," Marco looked up surprised at the petit girl who suddenly looked angry.

"That's not what I-"

"Are we prisoners?" Charlene demanded cutting him off.

"Well… no but,"

"Are we confined to this room for the entirety of this voyage?"

"…No," Charlene crossed her arms.

"Then I ask you, stop acting like we are children and you our Nurse Maids," she said, primly, "there was no indication we needed your permission to step out through that door. We aren't planning or aiming to cause you any trouble-…" An explosion rocked the ship, cutting of Charlene's rant.

"Are we being attacked!?" Charlene exclaimed fearfully. Marco swore. What now? Damn those two. Ace's look of disbelief disappeared as he burst into laughter. He had to hand it to those three; he was impressed, in both the terrible twosome and Madam Blondie.

Going by all this madness Purple had helped instigate today, maybe she did deserve to wear that straw hat.

One and a half hours previously

Marty peeked her head around the door, her eyes growing wide. Beth pushed her head down a little so she could see.

"Uuwwwaaa…" She said in amazement, "such a huge kitchen!"

"Well you aren't wrong," whispered Marty. The kitchen was roughly the size of a basketball court with over 50 cooks going about their business.

"So many skilled cooks in one place," Beth observed quietly, leaning forward slightly to get a better look. A flash attracted Marty's attention. She shifted her gaze slightly to watch a line of cooks flambéing …. Well something, she wasn't sure what. But they were using frying pans, and it was a spectacular sight.

"Beth, look!" She exclaimed softly sweeping her arm up to point out the skilled cooks. Beth watched her arm rise and was looking at the cooks by the time it settled on them.

Then the flambés exploded, fire roared out of the pans scraping the ceilings, setting it alight in some places, merely blackening it in others. Cook's everywhere began screaming as flaming food rained down from above.

Beth and Marty stared at the scene before them, then down at Marty's still outstretched hand.

"Did… You… Just..?" Beth asked uncertainly.

"Urrrr," answered Marty uncertainly, looking at her finger like shed never seen it before.

"Get water!" Roared a particularly large cook with curly hair and an enormous hat, "You there, go fetch the nurses!"

"Uh oh," said Beth as one of the cooks began running in their direction. She grabbed the hand Marty wasn't still staring at and dragged her backwards; the girls sprinted back the way they had come.

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"AAAAACE," roared Head Chef Pinnako, storming into the store room where Ace was helping to stow the last of the new supplies. Ace's head snapped up in response to his name, he knows I swapped the tomato sauce for Tabasco, he thought.

"You can't prove anything!" He cried jumping to his feet, "I mean – what brings you to grace us with you presence Head Chef?"

"What the hell're you thinking, pulling a dangerous stunt like that in my kitchen!? You're lucky no-one's hurt or else your backside would be in my pot!" He roared stopping a meter away from Ace who blinked surprised. Did someone down the whole bottle? "Now I've got frying pans to replace, cooks who are distraught at losing their eyebrows, and burns across my bloody kitchen ceiling for God's sake." Spectators who had started gathering the moment Pinnako had thundered in began to laugh, to both the Chef's and Ace's bemusement.

"Whoa, whoa back up Chef!" Exclaimed Ace, throwing his hands up confused, "Since when could Tabasco sauce burn people's eyebrows off?" Ace was surprised to see Chef Pinnako looking taken aback.

"Tabasco sauce? Who said anything about Tabasco Sauce? What are you talking about?"

"… What are you talking about?"

"The fire show you decided to pull, you're the only one on the ship who could have made those fires explode without a stimulant," the cook insisted, starting to look unsure at the confusion dawning on the young commanders face.

"… Chef, I haven't been anywhere near your kitchen today, let alone tampered with it," Ace said frowning, "and I would never ever mess with a cook's fire." Jozu, who had been watching from the sideline till now, stepped forward to back him up.

"He's telling the truth Chef," hummed the large man. The anger drained out of Pinnako's face as confusion took hold of his features.

"Then what the hell just happened in my kitchen?"

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The girls sprinted around the corner to collapse in a heap on the floor, gasping for air.

"What the HELL just happened in that kitchen," Beth wheezed. Marty shook her head sucking in deep breaths.

"I don't.. I just.." She waved her hand in Beth's direction. The older girl yelped and batted away her arm.

"Oh no, don't you go pointing your finger of doom at me!"

"It was a coincidence," Marty insisted. Beth looked thoughtful for a moment before pointing to the wall opposite them.

"Try to set the wall on fire," she suggested. Marty looked at Beth sceptically before turning her gaze on the wall. She raised her hand and pointed at the wall.

"…" Marty turned back to Beth who was watching the wall stubbornly refuse to explode.

"Ok, so coincidence," she agreed after a few seconds, Marty nodded then got to her feet.

"Let go find a room where things don't explode."

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"… How did we end up in here?" Whispered Beth, Marty shifted her weight and pulled her legs up more securely.

"Fate hates us? I blame Nee-nee the Cake," Marty glanced at Beth to see her looking at her with raised eyebrows, "Don't look at me like that! I thought this was the girl's bathroom, and I didn't hear you complaining!" Beth shushed her as the last shower was turned off another pair of footsteps past by the cubicle door. Thank god the toilets at least were in cubicles. Marty was just about to climb down from the toilet seat when the bathroom door banged open and another wave of boys rushed in, pushing and fighting for the best showers.

Marty swore under her breath and quickly pulled her legs back up. Beth groaned.

"Take me back to the exploding kitchen," she begged, dropping her forehead onto her knees.

"How weird was that accident in the kitchen?" Asked one of the boys loudly, catching the girls attention, they glanced at each other nervously.

"Do you reckon it was a prank?" Asked another.

"If it was I wanna know who pulled it off," Put in a third.

"It had to be Ace, I mean exploding fire? Who else could pull it off under Pinnako's nose?"

"Yeah but it's not really Ace's style, remember that interdivision glitter war he started?" The girls covered the mouths to stop laughter escaping. Glitter war?

"Speaking of Ace what about those girls he brought on board today? Damn that green hair one was fine." Beth stopped laughing and looked insulted, while Marty's sides began to hurt from supressed laughter.

"You think they will stay on? After we reach port, I mean."

"I dunno a crew of 1600 men would be daunting to me if I was a girl… has someone been in that toilet cubical the whole time we've been here?" Silence fell except for the sounds of rushing water, as both the boys and girls froze. Footsteps approached the cubical and the door rattled with knocking making the girls jump.

"Hello!" Called the knocker loudly, any second now the guy was gonna look under the door.

"Come on shower explode or something!" Hissed Beth suddenly, "Work with me here." Marty rubbed her forehead agreeing whole-heartedly when suddenly there were several large bangs accompanied by shocked cries from the showering boys and then the sound of rushing water filled the room.

"Dammit! All the shower heads came off! Turn off the water!"

"I can't it won't turn off!"

The boys were swearing in harmony as steam filled the room. It was soon so thick Marty had trouble making out the cubical door.

"I can't see anything!" Yelled one of the men jolting the girls out of their shock. They jumped off the toilet and wrenched open the cubicle door, running flat out in the direction they hoped was the exit. The floor was a foot deep with water making it difficult for the girls to run. Then the exit was in front of them. Beth went through first. Marty went to follow but tripped in the water.

"Crap! Go away!" She hissed, staggering to her feet she flung her arms out behind her. The water around her rose up and as a wave flew back into the bathroom behind her, slamming into the already panicking crew mates.

"What the f-!"

"Help I can't swim!"

"Get off me you idiot!"

Marty stood there in shock. She rubbed her eyes, was the steam making her see things? She shook her head then ran out of the bathroom after Beth.

She found her waiting outside, soaking wet, looking back into the bathroom very confused.

"Did I do that?" Beth asked bewildered. Marty shook her head and looked up at the ceiling.

"Excuse me, Fate? While I don't mind when the mood flip flopping gets us out of trouble, I would really like you to make up your mind to whether you hate us or not," she grumbled, Beth cracked up laughing as shouts reach the corridor.

"I think we need to leave," she grinned, "this is becoming a habit." The girls sprinted down the corridor. They rounded a corner, passing a member of the crew running in the opposite direction.

The man paused and turned to watch the girls disappear around the corner.

Why were they soaking wet?

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"Please tell me you didn't have a part in this," said Marco walking up behind Ace who was studying the kitchen ceiling.

"Not this time." Marco sighed and glanced around at the cooks.

"Did anybody see someone in the kitchen who shouldn't have been there?" Marco's question was met with shaken heads. Marco sighed again, great whoever the prankster was they would just have to hope he'd had enough fun. Fat chance of that.

"Actually," Marco looked up at Jim, a young chef who was frowning thoughtfully, "I saw two people looking through the kitchen doorway just before the fire in the pans exploded, and they were gone when I next looked." But another cook was shaking his head dismissively.

"I saw them two, they were just scared off by the fires." Jim shrugged uncaringly accepting the point, when Thatch stuck his head though the very same doorway they had just been discussing.

"All the shower heads in the bathroom on this floor have blown off and the room was flooding," he said catching sight of Marco and Ace.

"Was?!" Marco said in disbelief, Thatch nodded.

"They managed to shut off the water a few minutes ago," he said, "I'm just spreading the word so people avoid there." And with that he withdrew.

Ace shook his head.

"What the hell is going on with this ship today?"

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