AN: Oh, yeah this is chapter two. It's the chapter after the first one. I don't know if I should try and make longer chapters that would take me longer to type up and edit, or if I should stick to the first chapter 2k thing. Decisions, decisions.

So as I stated before this is my first fic so Please let me know what you think.

I'm gonna try and at least pump out three chapters by the end of March. Hopefully, this will not kill me.

I don't know if I'm particularly proud of this chapter.

I don't own One Piece

I As always, don't know what I'm doing.

I'm still not a professional writer.

I still do Marathon Sentences.

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Chirp

Ugh, my head. It's pounding. Its like I can feel every last blood cell moving through my brain.

Chirp

My body aches all over. I feel as though I went through about a hundred dryer cycles at once. I feel an odd sense of pens and needles throughout my body. My mouth feels rough and I taste a hint of copper. I may not be a doctor but a copper taste in the mouth doesn't sound good to me.

Chirp

Dear lord If this cricket doesn't shut up I'm gonna deep fry it and dip it in chocolate. I hear in some countries that could be a delicacy. I don't see how. To each there own I suppose. I need to stop getting distracted.

I slightly move my arms, they seem to be in working order. As do my legs. The 'pens and needle' feeling has oddly vanished now that I've moved my limbs. When I attempted to open my eyes through all I got for my troubles was a blindingly sharp jolt of nope straight to the back of my brain. Ah, so this is what pure agony feels like. That was something I could have lived without.

At least I can tell by the ungodly amount of sun beaming down on me that its daytime that's helpful at least. I'm just gonna lay here for a bit.

Chirp

"Shut up," I whispered as silently as I could at the overly enthusiastic cricket, so as not to set off another spike of pure agony through my brain.

I try shifting some to try and scare the cricket away.

Ack-Ack Chirp Ack-ack

It was not very effective. A bird decided to join the cricket in annoying me to death. Just what I needed, wonderful.

So apparently I've got front-row seats to the animal orchestra. I slowly move into an upward sitting position. Oh, I'm pretty sure I've been laying here for a bit, my back is particularly stiff. Thankfully it doesn't seem like anything is broken. Yay positivity. I don't feel dizzy and there is just a little nausea lingering. I point my head at what I can now only assume is the ground. I slowly open my eyes making sure to keep them pointed at the ground.

What I would soon come to the conclusion of, as I observed my surroundings, would be that this is not Tennessee. Palm trees do not grow here. At least not very well. Where the heck is I. Also another interesting fact, we don't naturally have a bird that sounds like two pieces of metal being rubbed together. We also don't have a bird species known as the bearded bellbird. That is, in fact, a tropical bird. How I know that this is a bearded bellbird was well quite frankly it kinda has a beard. I'm no expert on birds in general but I'm pretty sure they are not supposed to be such garish colors. A blue and green body and horrible shade of orange for the tendrils coming down to form its beard. I am most definitely freaked out.

Did Semi send me here? That's a ridiculous thought to even ponder. What other explanation was there though? Have an eventful trip. Did she drug and kidnap me? No, I don't think that is the answer I'm looking for either.

Well, at least my messenger bag made it. I am kind of hungry. I always keep a few extra granola bars in there. So as I snack on my delicious sweet and salty crunch bar. I notice a Fruit, well a pineapple looking fruit to be more specific. Though it was colored all wrong to be anything I could have seen before. It was Red with black and white swirling waves on it. If I didn't know any better id say it was a devil fruit. I mean it couldn't be a devil fruit, right? Oh, I must be hallucinating. Yeah, that sounds about right. Devil Fruits don't actually exist. So If that's true I could not have possibly found one. Logic.

I'm kinda starting to freak out now. I'm just gonna grab my hallucination fruit and go somewhere. Ill put Mr crazy fruit into my bag and shuffle on out of here. Try and find some civilization. They may be able to help me with directions on how to get out of this. Though I don't know where I am and I seem to be surrounded by beach and a bunch of trees. So my hope for civilization may be a little quashed, at the moment.

"I'm so gonna get lost," I say to myself. I know myself better than most. I don't do woods. I get lost every time. I get turned around and what should have been a peaceful ten-minute walk through a pleasant patch of woods turns into a fight for survival. Even if I have walked a path more then once. I WILL GET LOST. As long as it's not a wooded area I can most likely navigate myself.

I make the wise decision to follow the beach. I then promptly fall face first. I hear a squishing sound as I land on my messenger bag. Well, that's just wonderful. Just what I needed another thing to go wrong. I better clean it out before it soaks through the inside of my bag.

The thing is I was gonna clean out my bag, I had every intention to do so. See the thing is, It was empty. There was nothing inside it. All my snacks, my sketchbook, and even my pencils were gone. Another odd thing was that the inside of my bag had never been a pinkish color before. So I checked my bag and on the sides, I noticed two ribbons on each side and two on the bottom of the bag. That definitely wasn't there before.

"Who do you think you are," a slightly muffled baritone voice said.

I jumped and looked around for a person who could have possible said those words to me. There was no one.

"I'm talking to you Mr. Handsey" The muffled low pitched voice spoke again

"Whos there? Come out, I won't hurt you I promise." I said in my most gentle yet firm voice. Hoping they would comply with the command.

My bag started to wiggle.

"I'm down here, Oh my gosh you are so slow." The same voice said which I am almost ninety percent sure is coming from my bag.

I'm pretty sure my bag is talking to me.

Let me say that again to see if it makes more sense the third time. My nontalking bag that has suddenly changed its appearance has decided to have a freaking conversation with me. Nope still sounds Absolutely crazy.

"Please let this be a hallucination. I don't want to be even crazier than I already am." I pleaded with myself or any higher power that would listen.

I had to admit defeat when I saw my bag now had a face. A very cartoonish face. Its overly exaggerated eyes and large mouth were kinda a giveaway. The beard was a nice touch I suppose.

"Oh thank god, This one deserves a medal It only took him Forever to notice me!"The Bag said in an oddly offended tone.

"How are you talking? Your literally a bag." I say with a massive amount of confusion.

"Excuse me hobo wannabe! I'm not just any 'bag'. My names Heather. I'm literally the best Messanger bag to ever, and I mean ever, exist"

Oh god, I now hate myself. I have an odd quirk. I like to name inanimate objects. Heather is the name I gave my bag when I got it. Heather now has a beard. Heather is now a talking, beard wearing messenger bag. I'm the one who told the bag that it was the best ever and I mean ever to exist. I'm so done right now.

I take a deep breath and Start a conversation with my now talking bag. Heather Identifies as a man. He is a messenger bag. He claims he is seventeen and Just wants to have some fun. Wants to see the world.

"So umm, not to be rude or anything, but how are you talking?"I know I should have asked earlier but I feel like you should get to know someone before you ask them personal questions on this level.

"Oh, that's easy! That fruit you put in me when it squished, I became a real messenger boy!" Heather said quite upbeat in his deep baritone voice.

So it was a devil fruit? I don't understand how could this happen? If my messenger bag, Heather, ate a devil fruit. Did that mean I really was in the world of One Piece? I'm so confused.

As I looked down I noticed writing on the ground. Beleive it or not it was a message for me from Semi.

Dear Fishy,

Enjoy your adventure. By the way cute cartoon messenger bag.

Your friendly neighborhood Omnipotent being, Semi

Well, that's just wonderful. I don't know how this is my life. Well like my mom always used to say suck it up buttercup. So that's just what ill do. Ill rock this whole big scary world that will most likely squish me into a human stain on the ground. My mind is made up. I'm gonna Make the best of the situation I happen to find myself in.

"Well, Heather you ready to go see the world?" I ask trying to keep my voice upbeat even though all I feel inside is a big old ball of festering anxiety.

"Yeah, let's do it!" His little right ribbon arm pumping up into the air.

My talking bag and I started making our way down the beach. After about five minutes of walking, I could begin to see a relatively huge city. With how large it is I can't believe I didn't see it before now. It seems the city takes most of the mass of the island. Apparently, I was in the small section of the island that was uninhabited. How odd.

Most of the buildings are two stories high with either blue or orange tile atop them. There is a stone wall surrounding in what I can only assume is the entire city. I can see a sign near the entrance of the city. The docks Appeared to be the only entrance so far.

Loguetown. I'm in Loguetown. Fudge knuckles.

"Hey, Heather I'm gonna need you to keep quiet for a bit. At least till we get somewhere safe. We don't want to draw unwanted attention to ourselves. This is a marine city and I don't want to be on there radar for now if we can help it." I said quietly and urgently to my companion. He replied with a silent wiggle, which I can only assume was an agreement.

We will definitely need to be careful. We need to lay low. I hope that place I'm thinking of exists here otherwise we are royally screwed.

I entered the city and began my search. I saw quite a few Warehouses near me and a fish market. 'The Fisherman King Uotome' that sounded familiar but I couldn't place why. Nevermind, it's not particularly important right now. I'll just have to keep going and hope for the best.

We traveled the city, I was trying to make a map in my head of where everything was. So as to not get lost later on. I had noticed a few Clothe stores that looked particularly familiar. A junk store and an Arms shop near each other. What I could only assume was a navigation store with the name 'Navigation and Stationary'. Not the most original store names to say the least. A few other stores peaked my interest but with no money, I was not going to get very far.

That reminded me. Money. Beli. I need some if I was gonna survive here.

About two city blocks away I saw some marines headed my way. I'm not gonna lie, Inside I was panicking. Badly. I know I'm not wanted but My motto is Avoidance after all. So I outwardly projected calm and looked around discreetly for an exit. There up ahead maybe fifteen feet was an ally way. I just had to make my way there and I'd be safe for now.

When I turned down the ally I thankfully saw what I had been searching for 'Gold Roger Bar'. I calmly made my way to the door and walked inside.