Chapter 17
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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Marty sat on the ship's deck with her legs crossed and her back against the ship's railing. The bucket of water Ace plunked down in front of her was making her nervous.
"…You aren't going to set me on fire, are you?" Ace glanced at her as he sat down opposite.
"Appealing but no, no more fire," Ace shot a glare over his shoulder, Marty followed his gaze grinning.
"Marco's orders? That's unusually obedient of you," Ace's glare returned to Marty.
"I wouldn't act so smug if I were you. Now play with the water," Marty looked between the bucket and Ace, a resigned expression on her face.
"You're not really in to this teaching jazz are you," Ace frowned.
"What's Jazz?"
"Never mind," Marty leant over the bucket till she could see the top of her head reflected, "So…Any advice Teacher Ace?"
"Sure, play with the water."
"You're a terrible teacher," Marty stuck her hand into the bucket, cupping it to pull out a handful of water that was dripping its way through her fingers, "Yaosu yaosu… water?" Marty said uncertainly splaying her hand. The water from her palm stayed in place wobbling slightly. Frowning in concentration, Marty brought her other hand up, moving her hands so they were on either side of the water, which was beginning to drip slightly. She held the water there for several more seconds before the water wavered, then fell to soak into her socks. Marty grinned at Ace who was looking unimpressed.
"Well go again," Ace said, sounding bored, he laid back and put his hands behind his head. Marty raised her eyebrows. Well, Marty thought, dipping both of her hands into the bucket she pulled out a larger handful.
"Yaosu yaosu water," Marty spread her hands as the water held in place. Marty glanced at Ace who had closed his eyes, showing every sign of going to sleep, "Move," Marty said quietly, turning her palms. The water blob drifted through the air to rest in the space above Ace's face. Marty pulled her hands slowly apart, pleased when the blob responded by stretching out. Marty had managed to stretch the water out so it was covering the majority of the air directly above Ace when the ship jerked violently sideways, causing her to lose her concentration.
"Wha-OI," Ace said, enraged as the water hit him, he glanced around as the few people present on the deck so early in the morning, rushed over the railing on the other side of the ship from where they were sitting, "Purple, what did you do?" Ace demanded as a crowd began gathering.
"Me?!" Marty said surprised, as Ace got to his feet, "I didn't-!"
"SEAKING OFF THE PORT BOW!" Came a yell from the crowd, Ace glanced at Marty surprised.
"You didn't-?"
"I didn't," Marty said smugly.
"That's unusual," Ace said, moving off towards the crowd, "no, you stay here and keep practicing," Ace ordered as Marty started getting to her feet.
"What?! Why?!" Ace shot a glance over his shoulder.
"Because I said so," Marty sat back down with a huff, watching Ace merge into the crowd.
"GET THE NET!" Marty drew another handful of water from the bucket.
"SOMEONE KILL THE UGLY GIT." Glancing over she made out Beth and Cake among the spectators.
"MY GODS IT LOOKS LIKE MY MOTHER!" Marty levitated the blob of water between her hands, but lost it as the boat rocked again.
"QUICK IT'S GETTING AWAY."
"REEL IT IN, REEL IT IN," Marty looked between the bucket of water and the exuberant crowd.
Why am I listening to Ace anyway, Marty thought cheerfully. Marty leapt to her feet just as the sea king slammed against the boat. Losing her footing Marty stumbled into the bucket, knocking it over she tripped backwards. The back of her legs hit the railing ad she tumbled overboard.
She was too surprised to make a sound as the boat flew past her and she hit the water with a crack. Marty tried to struggle towards the water's surface but her body wouldn't move.
Oh that's right, I can't swim, Marty thought dazedly watching the light of the surface fade. Well this is fun, I wonder if anyone saw me. Probably not, the sea king was much more interesting. The edges of Marty's vision stared to turn black, so she closed her eyes. Her chest began to hurt, but with the ocean preventing her from moving she couldn't panic or struggle.
This feeling is familiar.
Marty's eyes snapped open even as her consciousness began to fade. This is how I came through in the first place. I blacked out after head butting a tree. I could go home!
… I don't want to go home, Marty realised suddenly, and began struggling to stay awake. I want to stay here. But Marty consciousness was too far gone.
It was for that reason Marty failed to notice the large object rising up from beneath her.
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"Did they get it?" Rory asked suddenly appearing beside Ace. Ace shook his head.
"No, slammed into the boat and slipped away," Marco said calmly.
"Pity, he looked delicious," Vista said, happily stretching out his arm to grab Charlene's shoulder as she attempted to slip away with the crowd.
"Unhand me you cur!" Charlene protested struggling.
"Now, now," Vista said cheerfully dragging her through the crowd after him, "Is that anyway for a lady to act?" Marco chuckled.
"He handles her well," Beth noted smiling.
"Indeed," Beth turned to see Silver Jack looming over her, "he's an awe-inspiring man to face her off and win."
"He should take Purple as well," Ace suggested stretching.
"She too much for you Ace?" Marco said grinning, Ace punched his friend's shoulder.
"Speaking of which," Jack said, glancing around, "Where is Marty."
"I left her to practice over there…," Ace trailed off as he pointed towards patch of deck, empty except for an overturned bucket.
"Bad hindsight on your part," Marco said unsympathetically as Ace froze.
"Well I can't see her anywhere on deck," Beth said, suppressing a smile.
"Which means she must be below deck," Marco finished cheerfully, "if you hurry you might find her before she-."
"Is that girl," Ace said cutting Marco off, "STARK RAVING BLEEDING TOTALLY CRAZY MAD!" Ace roared, startling pirates standing around them, some of who started edging quietly away. Ace stalked off toward the door leading towards the lower decks, muttering obscenities under his breath.
Marco and Beth watched him go for a few seconds.
"I'm not sure who needs pity more, Ace or Marty," Beth said thoughtfully, Marco shook his head.
"They bring it upon themselves."
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Marty eye's snapped open and she began coughing sea water out of her lungs. It was several minutes, and half a lung later did she realise for the first time that she was no longer drowning.
She was also not on board the Moby Dick. And her "floor" was breathing. Marty sat up slowly looking around.
"Mother Mary, Jesus, Joseph, and the Devil," Marty swore, scrambling to her feet to get a better look at the sunbathing Sea King whose nose she was now standing upon. It was hard to tell just how big the creature was as it was almost the exact same colour as the ocean, but from what Marty could tell, its head was about the size of the Moby Dick. Its ginormous eyes were closed at the moment
"Well this is new," Marty said studying the beast, "… You're rather lovely for a Sea King, and your skin is a very pretty blue. Did you save me?" getting no answer, Marty began walking carefully up its nose, "Well if you did, thank you. I don't suppose you know where my ship is?" Marty said reaching the top of his (she had decided it was a he) head. Marty turned in a full circle and managed to spot Whitebeard's ship in the distance.
"Well this is a pickle," Marty said, putting her hands on her hips, "I don't suppose you could take me over there could you? No? I guess not," Marty concluded as the sea monster continued to sleep. Marty sighed and sat back down.
"So Sea King, I'm Marty… you got a name?"
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"I can't find her anywhere!" Marco grabbed Beth's ankle as she tried to kick him, flipping her over his head to slam onto the deck. Once she was down Marco glanced over to his friend who was stomping agitatedly towards him, "I can't find her and she's probably running around, planning mass destruction."
"Planning," Beth said confused, sitting up, rubbing her shoulder, "You mean she hasn't already?"
"Not that I've heard," Ace said testily stopping in front of them with his arm's crossed, "who knows what dastardly evil plan she's concocting."
"It's already been what, half an hour?" Cake panted, blocking Vista's swing as they went past, "When you find her, make sure you give her a medal. This is a record for her."
Rory, who was spectating the training sessions from the railing, turned to Silver Jack.
"I wonder where she's hiding," Rory said, laughing before catching sight of a overturned bucket lying abandoned next to the starboard railing, "Is that mine?" He said jumping off the railing to go investigate.
"Don't worry Ace," Marco was saying, "Lunch is in an hour, she'll turn up by then," Rory scooped up the bucket, muttering curses on people who would stoop so low as to steal a person's bucket without asking. Then Rory frowned, leaning over the ship's railing.
"Or she will have levelled the ship," Beth said helpfully, Ace frowned.
"Great, you're her friend, help me hunt her down"
"I shall not; friends do not ruin other friends' dastardly plans."
"Are you kidding me," Ace fumed, "She'll-."
"ACE!" Rory roared making the group jump, "GET OVER HERE NOW!" Marco and Ace glanced at each other than sprinted over to the railing, Silver Jack close behind.
"Rory, what's your deal," Marco asked confused as Rory pointed down into the ocean.
"Ace, is that what I think it is," Ace frowned leaning over the railing, he suddenly realised what he was looking at and his blood ran cold.
"What's going on," Beth said confused appearing behind them, she peered over the railing and gasped, "That's Marty's straw hat!"
"GIRL OVER BOARD, DROP ANCHOR" Marco roared as Jack leapt over the railing.
"She's been down there for half an hour," Beth said, desperately grabbing the railing about to follow Jack down when Marco grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back.
"Even if they find her," Polo said worriedly as a crowd gathered around the railing, "There's no way she's-," He was cut off as Cake, who broke through the crowd seconds before, slapped him.
"Don't say it," She ordered, "Don't you even say it." Marco was still holding onto Beth's shoulders, his face a mixture of pity and fear.
"Marco," Marco glanced up at Ace's calm tone, "I need you to fly overhead in your phoenix form to see if you can see her. The ship's moved in the half hour since she went over." Marco nodded, gesturing for Rory to take Beth. Jumping over the railing, he switched into phoenix form, flying alongside the ship for a second before turning to take off.
"Wait, I'll come with you," Marco paused and glanced back at Ace surprised, "If you find her, you need to be able to carry her back, I'm the only one who can touch you without being burnt."
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"-How about Elvis? Or MJ ?" Marty suggested conversationally, "or Caesar, the guy not the salad," she was sitting on the Sea King's right eyebrow with her legs dangling over its eye. She wasn't too sure if she wanted to be around when he woke up, but if he had saved her intentionally, maybe he was nice.
"Fee Fee Trixabell's a nice name," Marty said cheerfully, she would have gone on if a flash of blue above the Moby Dick hadn't distracted her. She climbed to her feet, shading her eyes.
"Is that… Marco? It is! It's Marco!" Marty shouted delightedly jumping up and down, "Fee Fee Trixabell, look! They're looking for me!" Marty very suddenly, realised that Fee Fee Trixabell's colour was going to make them very hard to find.
"If they can't even see you, how are they gonna find me?" Marty said crossly to the sleeping sea monster, "Why couldn't you be white? Or pink? Not that you're not a lovely colour, but you are a bit too well camouflaged." She glanced at the light blue blob.
"He's searching in the wrong direction," Marty sighed, she could create a wave to get his attention, but if it didn't work, and woke Trixabell up instead, she might end up in serious trouble. Marty got on her hands and knees, sticking her head out over Trixabell's eyebrow so it was level with his eye.
"I'm sorry if I wake you up, please don't eat me, I'll taste bad," nodding her head in decision, Marty got to her feet, "I can't control what I'm doing anyway so I might as well go out with a bang," Marty said conversationally. Taking a deep breath she spread out her hands.
Pillars of water, Marty's eyes snapped open.
"Yaosu Yaosu water pillar," Marty said dragging her hands upwards. Snake-like currents of water exploded through the ocean's surface rocketing skyward with tremendous force. Waves rocked the ocean surrounding them.
Below her, two large, blue eyes slowly opened.
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:) when I was seven I got a blue heeler for my birthday, my mother told me recently that she, knowing the kid I was, was convinced I was going to call him Fee Fee Trixabell.
I called him Lofty, not sure if that's too big of an improvement.
Hey I was seven.
