Author's Note: And so, Reno and Weldon begin their voyage in the best way ever - By getting drunk, breaking into people's houses, and stealing things.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.

"Get up, Weldon! It's a big, big, big day!"

The next morning, Weldon awoke to Reno shouting and hitting him with a pillow.

"Stop hitting me!" Weldon yelled, shielding himself from Reno's blows. With a pout, Reno stopped hitting Weldon with the pillow.

"Somebody didn't get a good night sleep," Reno said.

"I slept like a baby. Motel 9 does a bang-up job with their beds," Weldon explained sardonically.

"Yep," Reno said. "Want breakfast?"

"You just want to get the ship already," Weldon observed.

"Yes, but where is the lie?" Reno asked. Weldon remained silent. "If you hurry up and get dressed now, maybe they'll still have waffles out in the lobby for breakfast."

About an hour later, Reno and Weldon arrived at the offices of the East Blue Shipwright Company, a large shipyard with a grand, central office building.

"You weren't kidding when you said that Kartik Abingdon had a stick up his ass," Weldon said as he observed the office building towering above him.

"Weldon, how many times do I have to tell you that Kartik Abingdon doesn't own this place? He's a shipwright. Get your shit together," Reno explained.

"So, are we seeing Kartik or not? Because the more we bring him up, the less I want to see him," Weldon explained.

"Would he see two, teenage boys like us? Hell no. He caters to a high-class clientele," Reno explained as they walked up the front steps of the office building. "We're going to see my guy."

"'My guy'? Is he gay?" Weldon thought to himself as Reno approached a DenDen Mushi intercom in front of them.

"Good morning. Who are you here to see?"

"Oi, Clinton! Get the fuck out here! I told you I was coming in today to get your ship!" Reno yelled into the intercom.

"...You mean Clinton Rhee?"

"Of course!" Reno yelled into the intercom.

"He will be down in a minute."

Reno then fist-pumped.

"We got Clinton!" Reno said with a grin.

"Clinton? Is he your guy?" Weldon asked.

"Clinton and I go way back. We ate glue together in kindergarten," Reno answered.

"That probably explains why you are a nutcase," Weldon thought to himself.

"Reno, my man! What's up?!"

A muscular, nineteen-year old boy with blonde, spiky hair and blue eyes exited the offices. He wore a dark-blue tank top with a skull on it, black jeans, and black combat boots. He also had several piercings - Both of his ears were pierced, his left eyebrow was pierced, and his nose was pierced.

"Clinton! What's up, man?!" Reno yelled as he high-fived the pierced teen. "Weldon A. Bartlett, meet Clinton Rhee. Clinton Rhee, meet Weldon A. Bartlett."

"Nice to meet you!" Clinton yelled to Weldon. "What does the 'A' stand for?"

"The 'A' is short for 'Actis'," Weldon answered.

"'Actis'? The fuck kind of name is 'Actis'?" Clinton asked.

"It was my grandfather's name," Weldon answered. "I don't suppose you have an embarrassing middle name, too."

"I'm an orphan. They never gave me a middle name," Clinton said with an apathetic shrug. Reno cleared his throat.

"Are we going to stand around discussing Weldon's nerdy middle name all day, or are we going to get our ship?" Reno asked everyone.

"He's eager to get the ship and get out of here," Weldon explained.

"Well, once you get the ship, you can't get out of here just yet," Clinton explained. "Kartik, my supervisor, is supposed to sign off on the papers."

"Why?!" Reno yelled.

"Legal reasons," Clinton said with an apathetic shrug. 'The bad news is that Kartik is not in today. He said something about forming a resistance should Goa City fall to the Dragon Lady and her crew in this upcoming war."

"That's bullshit!" Reno yelled.

"Wouldn't Kartik get fired for doing stuff like this?" Weldon asked.

"How should I know? He runs this branch of the East Blue Shipwright Company, so he's his own boss," Clinton explained.

"He's the boss of this place?!" Weldon and Reno yelled.

"What are we going to do, man?! Kartik Abingdon screwed us over!" Reno yelled.

"I have an idea, but it means that we may get arrested for breaking and entering," Clinton suggested.

"'Breaking and entering' is my favorite word," Reno said.

"Breaking and entering? Seriously?!" Weldon cried.

A few minutes later, Clinton, Reno, and Weldon were walking through a well-kept, upper-class neighborhood with several, pristine mansions.

"Yeah, this isn't a good idea," Weldon said.

"It's always a good idea to screw snobby, rich people over," Reno argued as they approached a large, elegant, white mansion. Outside, a purple-haired boy with glasses was making-out with a girl with long-orange hair. At the sight of the two teenagers, Weldon grimaced.

"Get a room," Reno said to himself.

"Yeah, I can't do this," Weldon said.

"Why not, Weldon? Is that your girlfriend?" Reno asked.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Weldon yelled. "She's Henrietta Mondrian, the daughter of my dad's boss! If Henrietta and her boyfriend catch us doing this, we're screwed!"

"Then, I guess we're going with Plan B," Clinton said. "You two can be the lookouts. If something happens, run like hell back to the shipyards and wait for me."

Clinton then walked up two the two teenagers. From Weldon and Reno's vantage point, they couldn't hear what Clinton was saying, but they could only make out the words "Kartik's resistance cell". After a minute, the purple-haired boy let Clinton into the mansion.

"Clinton Rhee sure has a way with words..." Reno said to himself.

"If we get arrested, I'm blaming Clinton," Weldon said. Henrietta and the boy she was previously making-out with turned to Weldon and Reno.

"Shit. We've been had, " Reno said. "Time for Plan C."

"Does it involve running away from our problems?" Weldon said, arching an eyebrow in mockery.

"Nope. Just play along with me," Reno said before he grabbed Weldon by the hand and walked up to the front steps the couple were standing on.

"Who are you people? Are you part of my dad's resistance cell?" The boy asked.

"Good morning. Have you heard the good news from our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?" Reno asked the couple, who sweatdropped.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Henrietta asked, pointing to Weldon. Inwardly, Weldon began to panic. "Because you look familiar."

"No, I don't," Weldon said quickly and nervously. "I don't know either of you."

Henrietta turned to her boyfriend.

"Rhett, who are these people?" Henrietta asked her boyfriend.

"We're missionaries. Do you have time to talk about the good news?" Reno asked. Weldon facepalmed.

"Reno, please stop," Weldon thought to himself.

"No, thank you. Dad is too much of a libertine to go to church," Rhett answered. Reno turned to Weldon.

"Weldon, what's a libertine?" Reno asked. Weldon shook his head in shame.

"Go look it up in a dictionary," Weldon said.

"Weldon? I think I know -" Henrietta said before a window behind the four shattered.

"Reno, Weldon, we have to get out of here!"

Clinton then climbed out of the broken window, carrying several papers in his hand.

"Why? What happened?" Reno asked.

"Kartik wouldn't sign off on the papers, so I broke into his office and forged his signature on the papers. Now, he's got his entire resistance chasing after us," Clinton explained. Reno said nothing as he ran up to Henrietta and kissed her on the cheek. In response, Rhett slapped Reno in the face.

"I will see you around, Miss Henrietta. I'm afraid my missionary ship leaves for the Grand Line right now," Reno said before Weldon grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off. Rhett and Henrietta sweatdropped.

"I don't know who those people are, and I think I'm going to call the police on them," Rhett said slowly.

With Clinton, Reno, and Weldon, they had managed to get back to the shipyard, and they were now standing before a smaller-sized pirate ship with light-colored wood.

"Welcome to the Hyderabad. This is your ship," Clinton said, gesturing to the ship.

"Dude, it's amazeballs!" Reno yelled.

"Glad you like it," Clinton said.

"Even though we broke the law in the process to get this ship," Weldon said under his breath.

"Here, I snuck a bottle of wine from the wine cellar in Kartik's mansion," Clinton said, holding out a bottle of wine. "When a ship first sets sail, you're supposed to break a bottle of alcohol on the bow of the ship. If the bottle doesn't break, then the ship is cursed with bad luck."

Clinton held the bottle of wine out to Reno.

"Would you like to do the honors?" Clinton asked.

"I'm good. I'll let Weldon do the honors," Reno said.

"Why?" Weldon asked as Clinton handed him the bottle of wine.

"Because the captain doesn't have to do it, and neither does the shipwright," Reno explained. "Now, are you going to break that bottle or what? We don't have all day."

"I'll do it," Weldon said as he took a step toward the bow. In one, fluid motion, Weldon hit the bottle of wine against the bow of the Hyderabad, but the bottle didn't break. Taking a deep breath, Weldon hit the bottle of wine against the bow a second time, but the bottle still didn't break.

"You're weak sauce, Welly. Sit back and let a pro do it," Reno said as he took the bottle away from Weldon. With a hard swing, Reno hit the bottle against the Hyderabad's bow, but it still didn't break. "Clinton?! The fuck, man?! It's not breaking!"

"Yeah. We're going to have some bad luck," Weldon said under his breath.

"I told you that it was expensive wine. Maybe they bottle their fancy-ass wine in glasses that don't break," Clinton said with a shrug. "You can keep it, if you want."

"Sweet! We're going to get so drunk!" Reno yelled. "You wanna come with us and get drunk? It'll be fun."

"I can't come with you at the moment. I have to visit my cousin, Im-Jin, at Cocoyashi Village. However, I can meet up with you guys there," Clinton explained.

"I thought you were an orphan with no family," Weldon pointed out.

"Im-Jin is from a poor family and has six siblings. They couldn't take me in," Clinton argued.

"I'm sorry about your family situation, man, but I hope you have fun visiting your cousins," Reno said.

"No hard feelings. I'll see you two in Cocoyashi," Clinton said.

That night, as Weldon set up the Hyderabad, Reno got drunk on the bottle of wine Clinton stole.

"Hey, Welcome, we need some art shit in this bitch!" Reno slurred.

"Okay, we'll get an artist on our crew," Weldon answered as he put plates and dishes away in the kitchen cabinets.

"Hey, where are we going? Don't we need a map or something? I don't know. Maybe Rhett and Henrietta and Clinton and Kartik know," Reno slurred before he took another swig of wine straight from the bottle.

"Fine. We'll get a navigator, too," Weldon said. "Comstock Island is our next destination, so we should get there tomorrow or so."

Reno didn't respond.

"Reno?"

Weldon turned back, and he saw Reno passed out on the couch, the half-empty bottle of wine in his hands. Weldon just sighed in response.

"He's going to be sore in the morning..." Weldon said to himself.

Libertine - It means "A sexually unrestrained person" or "A religious free-thinker".

The Hyderabad - It's named for a city in India.

And so, Weldon and Reno's voyage has begun!