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Peter Willis was a boy- no, a man- of little desire. All he ever wanted was a tad bit of freedom in his life before he was chained down to his cabbage farm future with a wife that was... what was her name again? Lena? Linda? ...It was something Smith. Perhaps he should have argued more for his future. Perhaps he should have decided to run away. One last adventure. Because really. Cabbages?

He shook his head as he walked up the cobbled lane that led to his fiancee's house. Unfortunately, today was the day that he would have a date with the woman he would have to wed in about a year. The clock was ticking away, seemingly faster. Faster than it had when he was fourteen years old and thought he had all the time in the world before he would get married. His mother had reminded him of the date. He'd clear forgotten about it. In fact, it had simply slipped his mind.

It was almost seven in the morning, and Peter hoped that the earlier he did this, the faster it would end. Why, he only had to take the girl out to ice cream or something right? It would be the first time in a long time that he had seen the 'Something' Smith. More than a few years. He hoped she wasn't a total bore.
Just as Peter had rounded the corner of the lane to go up the short path that led to his fiancee's florist shop, the boy-man suddenly pulled to a stop. Then he ducked into a bunch of foliage and remained quiet and still. Really, his heart was beating rapidly and his eyes were darting in several directions that sort of portrayed his thoughts of 'Who? What? Where? Why? How?"

He was quite stealthy for a lanky young man. The boiler suit clad strangers didn't even see him jump into the bushes.

Peter gulped. Who were those men? What were they doing in front of the Smith's house?

He peered out again from the bushes, and swiftly ducked his head back in. He was an avid reader of the newspaper, often finding comfort and delight in the astonishing news of pirates and marines in the paper. Peter had known in an instant who those pirates were from the uniform they were all wearing. The Heart Pirates. The boiler suits were quite distinctive.

He bit his bottom lip in indecisiveness. It was early. His fiancee must still be in the house. Perhaps she was being held hostage! What if she was going to be killed? Peter willed his shaking legs to move up along the path under cover of the thick foliage. From a more closer vantage point, he spied on the pirates yawning in front of the house. Each were at ease in a laid back manner. He looked at the house, and did a back track.

His jaw gaped open. The famed polar bear of the Heart Pirates! Orange jumpsuit and all! They really had a real live polar bear! Could he really talk? Peter didn't want to find out for risk of capture. He gulped again. What were they doing here? What did they want? And, where was their captain?

Peter couldn't see any sign of the Smith girl in the house. He didn't know what to do. Should he dash in and be a knight in shining armor? Should he try and save the Smith girl before something happened?

He shook his head. How could he go up against pirates, unarmed or not? There was nothing he could do here.

But there was something else that didn't seem a bad option.

Peter Willis slowly backed away from the house. When he made it to the road, he instantly dashed down the path towards town. He couldn't do anything about it. But surely, the marines could help.

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No sooner had the pirate captain heard the soft groan, did he make his way towards the living room. Only he was met with a flurry of small activity where the old woman was nowhere to be seen and Shachi and Penguin were arguing with each other. They immediately noticed their captain's presence and lurched forward to explain what had happened.

"It wasn't my fault Captain!" Penguin said. "I was keeping an eye on the granny, but Shachi just had to brag about how high he could kick so I tried to show him a thing or two-"

"Shut up Penguin, you were the one bragging! Then you just had to trip on the rug and bring me down with you so I couldn't stop the old lady." Shachi accused, aiming a low kick at Penguin who dodged aside before the kick could trip him. The move was meant to annoy more than harm actually.

"Don't blame it on me just because I proved I could kick higher." Penguin argued back, aiming his own half-assed kick at the casquette man.

Law sighed at his men's usual bickering, feeling a tad bit of his patience ebbing away. Although he was usually a man of great patience, he felt as if it was already due time he acquired the herbs for his medicine.

"Where is she?" He asked tiredly. It really was too early in the morning for him. He usually woke up later in the day, but today he didn't want to risk missing the owner of the shop again and possibly have to search the town a second time.

The two men stopped bickering, sensing their captain's weary patience.

"Er- sorry." Shachi said nervously and proceeded to explain. "The old coot suddenly just upped and left Captain. I think she hit herself on the head when she fainted."

Penguin nodded apologetically. "It looks like she went out into the garden. The others would have stopped her if she left for town anyways."

Law nodded and walked towards the garden with the other two close behind him, who occasionally aimed punches at each other and muttered things like "It's your fault" and "No, it's yours!"

The pirate captain pulled to a stop at the back door and his gray eyes settled on a crouched figure furiously planting daffodils in the garden. He quirked an eyebrow, just a millimeter, in surprise. He thought the madam would have tried to make a dash for it on her wobbly legs. Surely she would have been terrified of the polar bear she'd seen, but here she was planting flowers in the garden as if her life was on the line. Truly, how mysterious.

Law waited patiently for the old woman to finish planting her flowers and was content on observing the individual. She was dressed in a gray, button up, ankle-length dress and wore a small white apron over. Her silver hair was pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. If anything, she was a textbook grandmother. Perhaps on a good day she would have insisted on serving oatmeal cookies. However Law felt something was off about this lady. She looked like any other old woman off the streets. No hint of power, not a wince of threatening aura, harmless. She was no danger to them, obviously. A civilian, and yet there was something about her. She looked... he couldn't put a finger on it, yet.

At this time, the woman had sat back and cracked the joints in her shoulder and neck and sighed in relief. It seemed she hadn't even noticed them watching her. Law decided to make his presence known then.

"Are you done there, Madam?" He asked, a slight hint of amusement in his voice. The woman stiffened, and turned her head instantly to look at them in alarm, her gray blue eyes wide in surprise. She really hadn't noticed them.

Such a lack of caution, Law noted. It seemed she had frozen in her surprise, but now she was regarding him with weariness. Sizing him up, like he was at her. He crossed his arms and smiled lazily. That seemed to warrant a reaction out of her. Her eyes twitched, just a bit, and then she had her eyes on the symbol on his hoodie. It seemed she knew who he was now.

However she made no move to run, no move to escape. Why? Surely she would have tried in the very least. Law made no notion of showing his puzzlement, staring down at the crouched woman with indecipherable eyes.

Then the woman narrowed her eyes at him, her dull gray-blue eyes sparkling sharply. Law raised his eyebrows the short fraction of a centimeter in amusement. Was she going to challenge him? How fascinating.

She rose from her position on the ground and faced him directly. The look on her face showed she wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Pirate. What manner of business do you have here in my home?"

Law's smile seemed to grow a centimeter. "Is that how you treat a customer? I'm disappointed Madam, surely a woman of your age would have a tad more manners?"

Letha blinked in surprise. "A- A customer?" Then she frowned. "Why would a pirate be a customer? I would assume you'd simply take what you want and leave without paying a single beri!" She folded her arms, and if she had been in her youth, her pout would have looked more defiant instead of pleading.

"I assure you, if your stock satisfies me I would pay in full. Now, if you would?" He stepped aside and gestured for her to enter the house. "I would like to acquire herbs for medicine."

She hesitated, but brushed past him, glaring suspiciously at his smiling face and then frowning at Shachi and Penguin who had been keeping quiet while watching the scene unfold. However that seemed over with and now they couldn't stand watch as this old coot showed their captain such disrespect.

"Hey, lady!" Penguin said with as much threat he could muster against the feeble old woman, without feeling guilty, "it'd do you good if you treated our esteemed captain with more respect and manners."

"Wouldn't want something to happen to your precious garden, now would yah?" Shachi added lowly.

However the old woman hadn't apologized or shown an ounce of fear as they thought she would.

Instead, "Keep quiet you lackeys. Kids your age shouldn't be playing pirate."

They blinked in shock, and then "Why you..." they began, but Law stopped them.

"If you would show me your gardens now Madam..." He said politely.

The lady huffed, but led the way out the living room, into the parlor, and then towards the basement. However she stopped at the top of the stairs and looked back at Law and the two grumbling pirates that felt as if their pride were slightly diminished.

"Do you have any specific herbs you want, pirate?" she added the last word contemptuously.

Law deliberated, "No, but I know what I'd want if you'd show me the herbs."

She kept her perpetual frown that made her look a tad older. "I'm afraid that's against store policy. No customers in the gardens." She said.

However Law was determined to get into that basement. He was sure that whatever it was that made this flower shop so strange, it was behind that door. He could smell the scent of herbs coming from the basement. He was positive that the rest of Smithy's Florist gardens were in there, though he wondered how that worked out and he wanted to know.

He wanted to know, and nothing could stop him from satisfying his curiosity.

"Madam, I don't think you quite understand your position." He said coolly. He took an intimidating step closer to Letha and she took a step down the stairs, her eyes showing a flick of fear. He smiled. Finally. The look he had expected at long last. He took another step forward, and she took another step back. He leaned against the wall of the stairs, arms folded. "I may be a customer, but I'm also a pirate. And you know what pirates do don't you?" He bared his teeth in a grin.

Letha gulped. "I-I can't. Mother wi- I mean, store regulations-"

Law tilted his head at the comment, but brushed it off and continued, taking another step down the stairs, and another. "A pirate- Madam- wreaks havoc in towns. A pirate, destroys things. A pirate..."

"Steals treasure!" Shachi added helpfully.

"And kills people!" Penguin pipped up cheerfully.

Law cast a smirk at his two crewmates and turned back to Letha, but his smirk was gone, leaving a dead cold stare directed at Letha. "And we could do the same to you." He took another threatening step down the stairs, and another, and another. They were already at the bottom now, and Letha was backed up against the basement door, her eyes wide in terror.

"We are pirates, Madam. And it would be an easy matter to kill you and take all the goods we want. So before you decide to continue resisting, please consider that we are trying, with much effort, to be courteous to our host right now."

Letha bit her trembling lip. Her hand closed down on the basement knob. "I-I understand." She spat out in terror, and only known to herself, shame. Once again. Again, she had been forced into coercion, by bloody pirates. This pirate didn't even need to order her. "T-This way, if you would." She opened the basement door, biting back her tears. She was weak. So, so very weak.

Law flashed her a predator's grin, and walked past her into the basement with a triumphant Shachi and Penguin following behind.

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Peter Willis huffed tiredly, his hands on his knees, bent over in exhaustion. He had run the entire way down the hill and towards town, stopping in front of a restaurant styled like a cafe. He wobbled over to one of the outdoor umbrella-ed tables and took a much appreciated seat to catch his breath. He swiped his head to the side, staring blankly through the windows of the restaurant, and realized this was the workplace of his secret crush.

The Smith girl momentarily forgotten, Peter Willis crouched near the window and peeked into the restaurant hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and raked his hand through his brown hair. He craned his neck left and right for the waitress, but couldn't find her. He sighed, and slid down to sit on the floor.

He wondered where his beloved had gone and then he remembered he needed to get help. He stood suddenly.

The Smith girl!

But he faltered. The girl he was supposed to marry. That- er...something Smith. He sighed. He really didn't want to marry her. He cast a longing look at the restaurant window. Wishing it could have been his secret crush instead. He sighed, head cast down muttering something about fate and blah. However, Peter Willis suddenly had a wicked idea.

It was horrible. It was terrible. It was downright evil. It was an idea a cabbage boy shouldn't have had. Peter Willis had an idea... He paced in front of the eatery, deep in thought.

"I-I could just let them take her. The pirates. I mean, what do I even owe her? She's just a stranger to me. If they take her, I wouldn't have to marry her. I could- I could marry my true love. No- but that's wrong. She's just an innocent girl. I can't do that to her... but then again..." Peter slumped into a chair in frustration, an angel and a devil fighting on his shoulders. He groaned into his hands.

"Boy! What are you doing off in lala land in front of my restaurant!" A big woman chided with her hands on her waist. Then, "Hey... aren't you Peter Willis? Come in boy, come in!" She didn't leave the boy any room to protest, and all he could do was say weakly "I'm not a boy, I'm a man!"

Inside the restaurant, said boy was whipping his head back and forth looking for the waitress he loved at first sight. The owner, Wisteria, raised her brow at his behavior and asked him what the hell he was doing. To which he replied "Um, where is that lovely waitress that was here for the past few days? The one with pretty dark brown hair, and the loveliest eyes-"

Wisteria blinked. "You mean Letha? My niece?"

Peter sighed with a smile on his face. "Is that her name? Letha... Such a beautiful name."

Auntie Wisteria had dropped her jaw at the idiocy of the boy. He didn't even know the name of his own fiancee? Poor, poor Letha. She slapped her palm against her face, and shook her head. "Letha was only working part time. She left me a note and said she'd be back to visit today, but she hasn't come yet. I assume she's tending to her gardens or something up the hill."

Peter smiled goofily at some far off thing in his imagination, but snapped out of it when he heard gardens and hill. "Wait, what? She's working in the gardens up the hill? Where the Smithy's Florist is?" His eyes widened and he was pacing back and forth again.

Wisteria was not amused. "Well, yeah. Letha is the owner of Smithy's Florist after all."

"Huh?!" Peter Willis was suddenly frozen in shock. "T-T-There are pirates up there..." He whispered, and then... Lena, Linda, Something Smith. Letha Smith. Holy shit. "Call the marines! My fiancee's in trouble!"


There you go, another chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, tell me whether or not I did a good job with Law! It'd help me understand whether I'm doing good or not. So review please! Pretty please with a cherry on top!

No symbolism today! Unless you count cabbages, which means luck. Huh.