Title: For One Measly Boat

Word Count: 1562

*Recap: Someone stole Aislynn's boat and now she's going to cause some trouble.

Rating: T

Genre: Action, Adventure & Humor

Warnings (in this chapter): Language and violence.

Disclaimer: Never had and never will own ONE PEIECE BY EIICHIRO ODA.

A/N: Okay so I admit, I have short chapters. I will state that now. Maybe I'll combine some old ones together. :)


Aislynn ran around the town randomly, eventually losing Redd. Soon, she returned to the bar where the two first met at and burst through the entrance. "Oi, does anyone want to donate a boat?" she called out seriously.

A moment passed before the room erupted in laughter. Many of them ridiculed and pointed at her, dismissing her as a stupid, little boy. One man threw a mug at Aislynn, liquor draping her with broken glass on the floor. The same man exclaimed, "Go back home chibi! The sea will eat you up!"

She glared at the crowd for a few seconds, but began to wring her hair out. As she wrung out the liquor, she scrunched her face up in disgust. Keep laughing you buffoons, go ahead. she thought angrily.

"Little boy, if you want a boat, I'll give you one—for a price." a voice sounded.

Her eyes searched the crowd and found an awkward man standing up with arms stretched out and several casks in each hand. Aislynn perused his features and waited for him to say more.

The man rounded the drunken men and tables to stand some feet away from Aislynn. Then, he threw the casks to the side and bowed. When he stood back up straight, he started to explain further. "All you have to do is beat me in a fight, and then you can go ahead and take my ship."

Aislynn eyed him suspiciously, searching his eyes for falter. "What happens if I don't win?"

"You do whatever I say; I'm always in need of young, able bodies."

Upon this statement, she scowled. Of course she knew quite well that she could easily steal any other vessel at the harbor, but her wrath made her thinking fuzzy and brought her to this point. On the other hand, leaving a tiny and very angry person with one other person on a small vessel can be very bad; someone needs to assume the role as the victims of her rage. Even so, none of the people before her seemed to see it that way, yet.

After a moment of contemplation, she shrugged and motioned the man to follow her out the bar. If I win, I'll gladly take his ship and his money, and then sell the ship later on in the next town. she thought as she walked outside.

The man followed and gestured the majority of the bar to follow him, his apparent subordinates.

A cool breeze caressed their faces upon entering the dim street; the only lights were the moon that hung up high in the dark sky, the lights from the bars, and the street lamps which afforded little illumination.

Many eyes watched in disbelief as the large group of men stood ready with weapons in hand. It was even more astonishing to see this kid actually accept the challenge for a measly way of transportation. Even as tension filled the atmosphere, Aislynn and her main opponent seemed composed.

Redd jogged up the street to find Aislynn facing off with quite the number of opponents. "Seems like you started a fight—not like I'm surprised—and it looks pretty civil."

Once she heard his familiar voice, she turned her head to face him. "Hi Redd; you're late!"

He furrowed his brows and replied angrily, "Of course I'm late; you went and ditched me!"

"That's not a valid excuse! You got to keep up—" Before she could finish, a bullet went through her mouth. Many thought she would fall, including Redd, but seconds passed and she never fell. Instead, she jerked her head to the awkward man with a dark grin and a smoking pistol. Aislynn scowled and scolded him. "That was rude! Can't you see I'm talking?"

That man glowered at Aislynn and directed his gun to Redd now. "Seems like bullets won't work on that kid; use whatever method to bring him down—don't kill the kid!" He fired, but Redd and Aislynn evaded the attack.

Two men charged at Aislynn: one man in front and another behind, both wielding scimitars. First, Aislynn produced a small, spiked ball on a chain and swung it at the frontal man. After securing his blade, she gripped her end of the chain and pried the weapon out of his hands and held it in hers.

The latter slashed his sword down upon her head, but she blocked the incoming blow with her new-found weapon. Without time to let him recover, she slightly pushed him off and kicked him in his gut, sending him several yards away.

Soon, the other man reached her and threw a punch her way, but she ducked and swept his feet with a kick. She didn't have time to watch him fall and looked at the charging, clumsy men that came at her with various weapons.

Of the five men that came from every direction, the first thrust his spear to her stomach, but ultimately failed when she slid left and seized it. After prying it out of his hands, she jumped over the crowding group and waited until they formed a line. When they formed some sort of line, she skewered their legs and let them scream in anguish.

Meanwhile, Redd had defeated several opponents and was about to go after their leader, until he felt dizzy and had to use his scythe as support. His vision began to blur and he felt lightheaded; he was fatigued from not eating full proportions.

The leader took notice of this and took his opportunity to aim, but Aislynn happened to see it and went to him to deliver a swift and powerful elbow strike to his spine, letting a cracking noise echo into the night.

Once he fell to the ground, Aislynn bent down and cut his arm and let it bleed for a while, and then motioned the crimson liquid into the vial which she recently took out. Before rushing off to her companion, she stopped the bleeding and a scab formed over the injury.

She dashed to his side and handed him the vial and watched him drink it. They didn't have to worry about the enemies, since they have all fallen. By the time he finished, lifeless bodies littered the floor. As he was about to speak, Aislynn punched him on the stomach and let him clutch it. "What the hell was that for?" he questioned.

Her violet gaze burned with rage and frightened him a bit. "If you are my nakama, I expect you to take care of yourself; can't have my first one die on me because he didn't eat enough!" After scolding him, she went off to dig into the pockets of the unconscious bodies. "Well, aren't you going to help?" she added before continuing.

He shook his head and began to do as he was told.


A/N: I realized some time ago, that the guy Aislynn's facing sounded like a pedophile in one part. Unintentional, but what's done is done, right?

I hope I can finish the later chapters before these run out. As always, R&R. :)