Chapter 15
Slight nudity I guess? But I don't really go into depth or really display/describe it. If you still get offended I would like to remind you that you can't actually see the nudity, you are in charge of your own over-active imaginations. ;)
I do not own One Piece, it's Oda-sensei's, but I do own the OC's such as Marty, Beth and Charlene (and Rory and Martha and Rose and Silver Jack and POLO)
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Ace glared at Marty, and Marty laughed.
"It's rather hard to look threatening dressed only in a hat and boxer shorts," Marty pointed out.
"Oh shut up," Ace looked back at his cards. Marco looked between the two wearily. It had been an hour or so since the pair had started, and with the majority of the crew gathered around the poker game, the rest of the party had all but died out.
"Are you guys really going to keep going? Another loss and someone's getting naked."
"Hai hai," Marty said absently re-arranging her cards in her hand. Ace's eyes flicked up to the girl who was sitting bold as brass in her hat and underwear surrounded by a crowd of unruly, sea worn pirates. Forget being female, most men would normally be severely unnerved in this situation. Ace frowned, she wasn't going to give up the hat over her underwear, so that's what would be going next. If it came to that, Ace's eyes moved to the surrounding crowd whose gazes were fixed on the pretty young woman.
"Perhaps this is the last game," Marco continued, snapping Ace out of his daze.
"Ah…Mmm," Ace mumbled in agreement re-focusing on his cards, Marty glanced at him curiously.
"The game before this should have been the last," Cake snapped furiously, stamping her foot in frustration, Rory put a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down "This has gone way too far, it isn't proper for a girl to wear so little!"
"Chill out Cake," Beth said calmly, dropping to the deck besides Marco and crossing her legs, "She isn't starkers yet."
"Losing her clothes shouldn't be a goal!"
"Well technically they aren't even my clothes," Marty pointed out.
"Even more reason for you not to be betting them!"
"You should make the stakes higher since it's your last game," said Beth ignoring Cake's outbursts.
"Oi wait a minute," Ace protested, Marco looked at Beth curiously.
"Higher like what?"
"Make them both strip regardless of who wins!" someone called from the Audience.
"Make the loser do a strip show!" called someone else.
"Give Ace better cards!" Marty blinked.
"Why does it feel like no one is really interested in seeing Ace naked?" She asked glancing sideways into the crowd.
"Seen it all before!"
"Oh," Marty said slightly surprised, "I see." Ace frowned.
"Oi, don't go taking that the wrong way," He warned.
"There's nothing wrong with it, whatever your preference-"
"I'm telling you that's not it!"
"Anyway," Beth said, raising an eyebrow as Ace went red, "You should go all in." There was silence for a few seconds, and then a roar of cheering broke out.
"But-HEY SHUT UP- since Ace has less clothes, it makes it unfair to Marty," Marco pointed out as the cheering died down.
"NO IT DOSEN'T!" someone called from the audience.
"Do we get a say in this?" Ace asked.
"So make his all in the limit, he has one item of clothing plus his hat, so if Marty loses she has to give up one item of clothing as well as her hat," Beth suggested, Marco considered this.
"Why ask questions to which you already know the answer," Marty said answering Ace, she stared at her cards hoping they were good enough that she wouldn't have to give up her hat.
"That seems fair, alright with you two?" Marco asked glancing at the barely dressed couple.
Ace, resigned to his fate, raised an eyebrow at Marty who laughed.
"Just deal the last flipping cards," someone called from the audience. Ace tried not to grin as Marco dealt the last cards. His eyes snapped up to Marty who was looking happily at her cards, but then again the odd girl always looked happy.
"Ladies first Purple," Marty met Aces gaze smiling as she laid down her cards. Ace blinked surprised.
"How did you get another straight!?" Ace asked incredulously as the crowd moaned in disappointment. Marty shrugged, which meant she cheated, Ace rationalised.
"King high," Marty said grinning, Marco laughed.
"Alright Ace, give her your trunks-"
"OI Hang on," Ace objected slamming down his cards, "Ace high, my cards win."
"Aw man," Marty said, breaking the shocked silence. The pirates cheered.
"A'ight a'ight," Marty sighed, twisting her arms behind her to get at her bra clasp.
"Marty!" Cake screeched scandalised, it took Rory and Polo combined to hold her back.
"Whoa, hang on," Ace objected surprised, "It's fine, I wasn't going to –," Ace broke off surprised as Marty glanced at him with a disapproving expression.
"What's the point of gambling if only one side has to make good with their losses," Marty got the clasp undone and the grabbed the two sides with one hand. She moved her other arm in front, so as she pulled her bra off, her chest was…well not decently covered, but the important bits were hidden from view none the less.
"She's right," Beth pointed out over the noise, she looked torn between pity for her friend and amusement over her situation, "it doesn't matter that she a girl, she made a bet and lost. It's only right that she adheres to the consequences like everyone else had to." Marty grinned at her friend as Beth ducked out of the way of Cakes flailing arms and legs as Rory and Polo lifted her off the ground by her arms. Marty chucked the garment at Ace, who caught it with a bemused expression like he wasn't sure what to do with it now.
"Congratulations," Marty said grinning, then sighed and pulled her hat off her head. She gave it one last regretful look before throwing it Aces way as well. Ace grabbed the hat as it flew towards him, he frowned as he studied the hat, it really did look like a female version of his brothers. He glanced up at Marty who was staring moodily after her hat, completely ignoring the catcalls from the crowd around her. Marty pulled her hair forward for more protection, Ace frowned as the heckling increased, he dropped Marty's hat and bra onto the pile that already contained her shoes and pants.
"Ok everyone calm down," Marco said, glancing at Ace who was getting to his feet. Ace levelled his gaze on the surrounding crowd.
"Shows over, clear out," there were sounds of protest that cut of when Ace raised an eyebrow, "You heard me, move." There were grumbles of complaints, but the crowd began to slowly disperse. Beth ambled over to Marty and stooped to pick up the clothes she'd won from Ace.
"Well, you got his shoes," Beth said cheerfully, Marty laughed getting carefully to her feet, "do you want to carry the pants to help cover your chest?" Marty shook her head
"UNHAND ME YOU CRETINS," Cake demanded struggling in Rory and Polo's grasp. They let go, instantly stepping back as Cake dropped to the ground.
"Can you help me put them on?" Marty asked Beth, who nodded and knelt down holding the pants open for her to step into, Ace blinked surprised.
"You're going to wear them?"
"What else would I do with pants?" Marty said, Ace picked up Marty's short shorts holding them out in front of him.
"… I'm pretty sure it would be illegal for me to wear these," Ace said sceptically.
"You're a pirate," Beth pointed out, pulling the pants up to Marty's waist.
"Cheers," Marty said zipping up the pants one handed, they were way too big, but were better than nothing. Beth grinned scooping up the rest of Marty's winnings.
"Are you going to walk around like that!" Cake demanded, Marty glanced at her.
"What choice do I have?" there was laughter as Silver Jack, who had been standing up the back of the crowd that was now non-existent, walked forward, shrugging out of his shirt.
"Can't have that," He chuckled draping his shirt over Marty's shoulders, who grinned up at him gratefully pulling the shirt more securely around her before sticking her arms through the sleeves. Her hands paused as she glanced down.
"Where are all the buttons?" Jack shrugged.
"A few ports back I bedded down with a rather excitable lady, I figured their loss was a fair price to pay for the-"
"I think not!" Cake interrupted, mortified, Marty laughed, grabbing the shirt's corners instead, knotting them at her waist. Once she had done her wrist was seized by Cake who immediately began dragging her away. Beth laughed at the look on her friend's face before turning back to the amused pirates.
"I think that's our signal to turn in," she said politely, turning on her heel to following the sound of Cake berating Marty for her lack of decency.
"Well," said Polo, glancing at Rory whose face mirrored his own blush, "That was different."
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Ace arrived back at his room carrying the pile of Marty's possessions. His hand paused on its way to the door knob as the blond chick's voice drifted from next door.
"..ope you're happy with yourself, that was the only bra and shirt you had left thanks to the fire damage you've inflicted on the others." Marty mumbled something Ace couldn't quite make out.
"Every time you get into to it with that guy your clothes come off!"
"Maybe it's a sign," Ace heard Beth put in, he blinked surprised at the insinuation.
"It's a sign that you should get off this ship wreck with some decency left intact!" Ace leant against his door. There was silence for a few seconds, "You aren't seriously considering staying are you?!"
"Why not? This is the most fun I've had in years," Beth's voice sounded defensive, Ace caught himself listening for Marty's answer. Shaking his head, he grabbed the door handle and let himself into his room.
Ace dropped the pile from his hands onto the table he never really used. The straw hat sat proudly atop the bundle, its red ribbon trailing onto the desk. He picked up the hat twirling it on his finger as he flopped down onto his bed. The shoes didn't fit him and he couldn't exactly wear the bra or shorts. What was he supposed to do, mount them on his wall? He raised an eyebrow at the black, lacy, strapless bra. What was that girl doing with something like that anyway, it didn't suit her at all.
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Marty rolled the red beads of Ace's necklace between her fingers as she listened to the other girls bickering. She had no idea what she was going to do once they reached the island. Should she even try and find a way back home? But then again, staying on a ship that would one day be torn apart from the inside didn't sound majorly appealing either. On top of that, they may not even want her anymore after all the destruction she had caused.
"-arty. MARTY,"
"Huh, what, yes I totally agree" Marty said, snapping out of her musings, Cake huffed annoyed. Seeing Cake opening her mouth to re-ask her question Marty grabbed the orange elbow pads off the floor and, jumping to her feet, she headed towards the door, "I'm going to go see if Ace will swap for my hat."
"If you're going to try swapping items, get your bra back," Cake called angrily as Marty shut the door behind her.
Marty padded over to Ace's door and raised her hand to knock. There was silence for a few seconds that made Marty wonder if Ace was even there.
"I swear to god, if that's you Polo, I'm gonna kick your arse through the side of the ship," Marty blinked taken aback, "I didn't get stripped down to my underpants for you to go running around the ship waving that thing round like a trophy." Marty grinned, grabbing the handle to open the door.
Ace sat up on his bed, setting his hand alight as the door creaked open. He was prepared to open fire when Marty stuck her head through the doors opening. She looked between Ace's flaming fist and his face.
"Trouble in Paradise?" Ace frowned confused, letting the flame in his hand got out.
"… Princess is actually letting you roam free?" Marty shrugged and stepped into the room to lean against the door frame. Her eyes flicked down to Aces boxers, her grin widening.
"You're still in your underwear?" Ace frowned, swinging his legs off the bed and walking over to the cupboard.
"I wasn't really expecting visitors," He said, selecting pants from the wardrobe and pulling them on, "What are you even doing here?" Marty waved her bundle in answer.
"I wondered if you would trade me for my hat," Ace frowned at her as he did up his belt.
"… you're not even going to try for your bra?" Ace asked, knowing the answer, Marty glanced at the pile with a faintly disgusted look on her face.
"… it's lacy," she said as if that answered everything.
"Yeah, so?"
"Lacy itches." Ace laughed walking over to the desk. He picked up the hat and tossed it to her. Marty caught one handed, holding out Aces pads and necklace in the other. Ace stepped forward to take them off her, watching as Marty happily settled the hat on her head.
"Why is that hat important anyway?" Ace asked, curiously pulling on his elbow pads. Mart tilted her head thinking.
"It's not mine, I borrowed it of someone who was very kind to me, and I would like to give it back," She fingered the edge of the brim where a chunk had been burnt out.
"Someone on Billion's?" Marty smiled.
"Uh huh," Ace studied Marty face carefully, thinking about the comment Beth had made earlier at the party.
"Is your family waiting there?"
"No," Marty said smiling, she turned to the door, opening it far enough for her to pass through.
"So you don't come from Billions? Where are you from? Where are your parents?" Marty paused on her way out through the door. She eyed Ace wearily.
"…Not in this world." Ace frowned, seeing his expression Marty grinned, "Don't worry about it, I never had much to do with them anyway." Ace eyes widen slightly at that statement, but before he could say anything else Marty had passed through the door pulling it shut behind her.
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Sorry it's not brilliant, I'm sort of in a writer's slump at the moment… I'll do my best.
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