Finally I'm in the mood to write again! I refuse to write when I'm not in the mood because then the quality is crappy and there's no taking back a chapter, so I just wait. Sorry it took so long, lol
Anyway, here's Chapter 5! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Blah blah~ I don't own One Piece~ blah blah
"This is crazy. I don't even know his name for Kami's sake! And not to mention the lack of detail he gave me about that island! I need to know what I'm getting myself into before I try and steal this thing in the first place!" I was lying on the comfy bed in my room, throwing my arms up in exasperation and venting to Tyson for all I was worth. During dinner I had asked the captain for details about the scroll, but he had told me that he didn't know where it was or who had it, just that he knew it existed and I'd have to find it and steal it on my own. Sure, I was good at following the smallest of leads to a treasure, but I wasn't even given that!
Right after dinner I had come in and recounted my dinner adventure with Tyson, needing to talk to someone to figure out loud how I was going to go about this. Right now he was cowering in the corner of the room, trying to stay safely outside my aura of anger.
"Well, miss, I do know some basic information on the island we're visiting and some about my captain," he ventured. I had cleared up the "ma'am" misconception previously with a good clout to the head, so he now rightfully called me "miss". I sat up quickly and looked at him. He flinched. I don't think I was making a good impression on this boy. Eh, whatever.
"Really?" I said. "That would be awesome! But wait, I thought that you weren't supposed to tell me things about your captain?"
"Well… if you need this information to help you get the scroll, I'm sure it's ok to tell you."
"Oh thank you so much Tyson!" I yelled, throwing my arms around him in a hug. He sweat dropped, mumbling something like, "bipolar…"
"Ok, first question: what is this island like? And give me more details than "it deals in the dark arts"," I said, mimicking the captain's drawling voice. Tyson giggled.
"Well he's right; it's an autumn island that revolves around witchcraft. We visited there a few years ago, but I still remember it well. It's pretty unforgettable." He shivered. "It's more of a swamp than an actual island. I believe they called it a baboo? Balloo?..."
"You mean a bayou?" I asked.
"Yeah that's it! They use boats to get around from place to place. The shops and stuff are built on platforms above the water and in the trees."
"Shops?" I said with stars in my eyes.
"But these aren't the kinds of shops you're thinking of!" He said shaking his hands, noticing the stars in my eyes. "These aren't your normal tourist shops. People go there with the purpose of buying evil things, so they're filled with potions and scrolls with hexes and toads and stuff! I mad an old hag street seller angry at me when I tried to steal a magical amulet and almost had a curse put on me! They told me to stay on the ship, but I wanted to go anyway. I should've listened to them…" he hung his head, but then looked up at me with a smirk.
"But I still got the amulet," he said, reaching in his shirt and pulling out a chain with a star shaped pendant on it. There was a large red ruby in the middle.
"Ohhh!" I said, eyes now turning to beli signs. "Whaddya know? He does take after me." I shuffled his already messed up hair. "Wanna help me steal this scroll?"
"Eh heh no thanks," he replied, rubbing the back of his head. "I'll actually stay on the ship this time."
"Next question: do you know from who the captain learned about this "scroll that brings dead people back to life"?"
He shrugged. "I don't exactly know the answer to this one. I wasn't with him when he found out. But if I had to guess I'd say it was when the whole crew went to that bar."
"That bar?" I asked, cocking my head.
"Whenever we land the crew likes to blow off steam at the local island's bars. There's only one on Breech so we all squeezed into it one night, the captain included. It was this shabby old building with lanterns hanging all over the porch; it's pretty hard to miss at night. It was called "The Dew Drop" or something. I don't like to drink, so while all of the guys were getting tanked I walked around the room stealing food off people's plates."
An image of Luffy flashed through my mind briefly, but I ignored it and tried paying attention to Tyson again.
"I was trying to steal a leg of sea king from this bloke I hate when I noticed the captain sitting in the corner. There was a strange person with him; it was no one from our crew. I couldn't tell what they looked like 'cause they were wearing a black cloak over their head, but they talked to the captain for a good half hour before getting up and leaving."
'It must have been a local if it wasn't anybody from the crew. They might have known about the existence of the scroll and told him something about it.' I thought to myself.
"All right! This is my first lead!" I said, pumping my fist in the air. "Can you tell me more about this cloaked person? Was there anything else I could use to identify them?"
"Well… the cloak was kinda old and tattered, they looked to be a little shorter than you… oh! and they had a wooden foot."
"Why didn't you think of that one in the first place!" I yelled with shark teeth bared, standing over his head which now had a steaming lump on it.
"Sorry~"
"Whatever, it's ok."
"You say that after you hit me…"
"Now all I have to do is go to this "Dew Drop" bar and find a person with a wooden foot. That shouldn't be too hard, should it?"
"No, but if you go in like that you'll stick out like a sore thumb." He said, pointing at my clothes. I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a short denim skirt, a pink tank top, and my usual sandals.
"What's wrong with these?"
"Well for starters they're way too cheerful. It doesn't exactly scream "dark arts"."
"You're right~"
"Why don't we get you a black cloak? And some striped stockings! And maybe a broom!"
"I'm not a witch!" I said, conking him again.
"You sure fooled me…"
"What did you say!"
"Nothing!"
"Where am I going to get all these clothes?" I wondered, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sure I could get some for you from the captain." Tyson offered, nursing his two lumps.
"Well, that settles that then. We should reach the island by tomorrow, so I guess all that's left to do is wait." At this I leaned back on the bed, realizing just how tired I was as my eyes immediately closed themselves. It had been an extremely long and emotional day. The day's events floated through my mind like a movie, like I had simply watched them instead of living them. The images of my nakama's worried faces were burned into my memory, so when I opened my eyes I could still see them on the ceiling. Then his face popped up, looking at me sarcastically with those lifeless eyes.
"Oh, I almost forgot to ask." I said yawning, on the verge of sleep. "What's the captain's name?"
"He's Captain C.J. Cezar."
"Thank you Tyson, for everything."
And with that, I fell asleep.
Ahhh I'm so in the mood to write now! I think I might write the next chapter right after this. The ideas are just pouring out of me! So just to let you know you probably won't have to wait long for the next chapter. Sorry this one is so short :( but I'll make it up to you by updating really quickly, ok? Ok :)
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