Blank page. Must write something… something so awesome… that reader's heads will burst from pure awesomeness :U
This isn't like OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN but it isn't totally disappointing. Oh idk just tell me what you think when you get done reading it.
(See what I did there? Clever wasn't it, or just a horribly unsubtle request for reviews O.o)
Disclaimer: In the event of Oda's death, I will inherit One Piece. It's in his will. Ok, I'm lying. I don't own One Piece and if Oda dies I still won't own One Piece. Fiddlesticks.
But I DO own Captain C.J. Cezar. He's mine! All mine!
"There it is," whispered Sniper-kun. We were all currently hiding very poorly in the bushes. Cook-san and Swordsman-san were both having a heated argument and it was escalating in volume by the minute. Chopper-kun was shaking so violently the surrounding bushes were trembling with him. Captain-san's groans for meat were being drowned out by the loud rumbling coming from his stomach. Skeleton-san went to start playing a tune on his fiddle before Usopp whacked him hard on the head, not even bothering to turn around. I sighed, wondering how I thought our crew could be conspicuous.
Originally Brooke was going to remain on the ship, but seeing how we only needed one person to guard the ship and he was the only crew member I could persuade into doing one of my essential schemes, I was obliged to bring him along.
Inching forward I made my way toward Long nose-san. Crouching down beside him I looked to where he was pointing.
Recognition dawned on me as I surveyed the familiar ship. It was the High Tide pirates' ship alright, the same one that had attacked us two days prior. It was docked behind a craggy cliff, hidden from view of the port.
"They do not want to be seen," I mused out loud.
"Well of course not! They are pirates after all, and wanted ones at that." Nose-san shuddered.
Just before leaving the ship I had explained everything I had found out in Abanon concerning the enemy. It didn't seem to sit well with the weaker members that we were defying a man worth 200 million beli, but the stronger ones took it as a personal challenge. Senchou said he would simply kick his ass. Swordsman-san was in agreement. It seemed that Sanji-kun had only registered the parts concerning poor Arianna-chan and Ilana-chan, and was convinced Cezar was not a gentleman and should therefore be taken down at all costs. A bang brought me out of my reverie.
Sanji and Zoro's fight had progressed to physical fighting, and the sounds of kicking and metal were very loud. For once I found myself wanting Nami's fists to silence the two once and for all. I closed my eyes, there was a thunk, and both were quiet. An answer to my prayer? There was no end to my surprise when I opened my eyes and saw Doctor-san in his human form, standing over the two unconscious monsters with lumps on their foreheads. Senchou started laughing uncontrollably.
"Yohohoho! That was something to be expected from Nami-san!"
"Ch- Chopper? D- did you just knock their heads together?" Asked Usopp-kun, stars and newfound respect in his eyes.
The cute little reindeer blushed mightily, having returned to brain point form.
"Well they were being loud, and I don't want us to be discovered…" He said. Sniper-kun lost some of his respect (A/N: as if he were one to judge… -_-' )
"But also because I don't want us to be discovered before we can rescue Nami!" At this everyone quieted. The goal of this mission was once again realized, although it shouldn't have been forgotten in the first place.
"That's right!" Cook-san said dusting himself off and lighting a cigarette, ignoring the lump on his head. "Nami~swan needs me."
"I suppose we should begin before it gets too dark," put in Swordsman-san, getting up so as not to seem weaker than his rival.
"Alright. Now that we are all cooperating, it is time to commence the first part of the plan," I said with a small smile. Crossing my arms over my chest, I concentrated on blocking out the others and said:
"Cien Fleur!" Closing my eyes, I felt my awareness being transported away from my body. Opening them again, I found myself looking at the dim interior of a ship's hallway. 'Nope,' I thought, before making another eye bloom inside a room this time. There was nothing but barrels and crates. Storage. 'Nope again.' Deciding this might take a while otherwise, I made eyes bloom all over the ship, albeit in dark corners and on the ceilings so as not to be spotted.
Half of them I dismissed immediately when I spotted crew members. A quarter went quickly when I recognized the kitchen, men's bunkers and more storage. Finally there were only 4 left, but one room caught my attention. This one had a large, canopied bed and a vanity. 'It's certainly feminine.' There was a bulge under the covers. It appeared someone was sleeping in the bed. I made another eye reappear on the canopy over the slumbering figure. Splayed on the pillow I could discern a very familiar shade of orange hair. I allowed the other eyes to burst into petals.
Coming back to my body I felt myself smiling. Opening my eyes I saw the others watching me expectantly. The search hadn't taken over a minute.
"Two floors down, left corridor, fifth door to your right." There was a sigh of relief from everyone.
"You're amazing Robin!" Doctor-san cheered as he jumped into my arms.
I chuckled. "Well we haven't saved Navigator-san yet, Chopper-kun. We should save the celebrating for later. Now Skeleton-san," I said, setting down our doctor and striding over to him. "I believe it's time for you to keep your end of the bargain." I held out a shopping bag for him, my eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Yohohoho, whatever you say Robin-chan! You're running the show!"
Ten minutes later we were all in place. Everyone besides Skeleton-san and Sniper-kun were currently standing on an improvised ledge, (courtesy of Swordsman-san), on the cliff waiting for our cues. We were all wearing black clothes to blend in with the shadows, except Luffy who simply wore a black cloak over his normal vest and shorts.
We observed as a small rowboat rounded the corner of the cliff, drifting slowly towards the High Tide pirates' ship. Sitting elegantly and majestically at the bow was a woman in a large, poofy Victorian dress. A thin white veil covered her face as her long black hair drifted in the wind behind her. A cry came from the enemy's ship as they spotted the tiny vessel coming closer. A few men on duty held lanterns out over the water to get a better look. There was a wolf whistle. I smiled; perfect.
Just then the woman reached into her cleavage and pulled out a shiny flute, earning a cat call. Slipping this under her veil she began to play, the sweet melancholy notes drifting lazily on the wind.
"Guys! Come check this out!" At this the rest of the crew on the deck rushed over to where she was playing, leaving the other side completely abandoned.
"That's our cue boys," I said, already crossing my arms. "Cien Fleur!"
A chain of my legs appeared reaching from the cliff ledge to the deck on the abandoned side of the ship. Swordsman-san was the first to jump on and start running over them, undisturbed in the least. Doctor-san was clinging to his leg for dear life, casting fearful looks at the ocean below. Zoro didn't pay him any mind, other than occasionally shaking his leg a little to loosen his grip.
Senchou went directly after, running as if he were on solid ground instead of a swaying bridge of disembodied limbs. Cook-san soon followed suit, holding his nose and trying not to get blood all over my legs as he ran as gingerly as he could. Seeing as there was no one left, I followed and brought up the rear.
Halfway across I made another route of legs appear in front of Swordsman-san. These branched off towards the inattentive crew and the mystery woman. Without needing to be told he took this route, taking Chopper with him and unsheathing his swords. As for the rest of us we continued on the first one.
The flute playing stopped, and a high soprano voice rang out:
"I would ask to see your panties, but it seems our roles have been reversed!" All the men seemed confused at this, but she ignored it.
"Would you like to see my breasts?" There was a lot of loud cheering at this.
"Hell yeah!"
"Show 'em baby!"
"Well I would, see, but I don't have any! SKULL JOKE! YOHOHOHOHOHO!" Everyone else on our crew besides me face-palmed.
At this exclamation Sniper-kun sprang out from beneath the voluminous folds of Skeleton-san's dress and screaming:
"Smoke Star!" pulled back his slingshot and shot it into the unsuspecting onlookers. The small ball exploded just as Zoro and Chopper jumped onto the deck. They were met with a massive cloud of black dust, which they promptly dove into. There were screams as they began to take out the enemy, both of them using their heightened senses to their advantage.
Skeleton-san threw off his dress, patting his hair into afro form yet again, and scooping Long nose-san up began running with him over the water.
"Yohohoho! You're too heavy to carry too far, Usopp-san! I suggest you do something!" Using his new and improved grappling hook belt, Nose-san connected with the railing and they climbed the rest of the way up to join the fray.
As for Senchou, Cook-san and I, we had just now reached the deck. Taking the lead I led them to a door that led to the lower levels of the ship. Sanji-kun kicked the door down, and we left the sounds of yelling and fighting behind us.
Time was essential. We had to find Navigator-san and take her away before Cezar figured out what was going on. I didn't even bother to check for the enemy before rounding corners. But it seemed as if I didn't need to anyway. We met absolutely no opposition. This frightened me worse than if we actually ran into the bad guys. Something was wrong; I could sense it. But this was no time to be pondering what could happen. We were in far too deep to back out now.
We raced towards the left of the ship. Finding another staircase we descended once again. Finally we burst out into a familiar hallway.
"This is it! Five doors down on the right!" Without waiting to hear anymore Luffy launched himself down the hall, Cook-san and I hot on his heels. He punched down the door yelling,
"NAMI!" There was a squeal from the direction of the bed. The bedside lamp flickered on…
"…!"
"WHAT!"
A boy that looked to be about 10 years old was sitting ramrod straight in the bed, looking very much like he had nearly wet it. His mouth opened and closed without making a sound, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. I would have pitied the boy, but right now I was too distracted by his hair, which was the exact same shade as Nami's.
"Oh dear…" I said. "It seems that I've gotten the wrong red head."
"You're not Nami," declared Senchou, stating the blatantly obvious. At this the boy's mind seemed to start working properly again.
"No… I'm not. My name's Tyson. But I know Nami." He ran a small hand through his hair, trying to shake off his tiredness.
"You do! Where is she!" Captain-san stretched his arms out and seized the boy, bringing him close to him. The boy was terrified. "I have to rescue her! She's my nakama… and my friend." At this the boy's eyes softened.
"So you're the ones she kept talking about." Everyone in the room relaxed a bit at this. It was rarely that I got to see Navigator-san's true affection for her nakama, seeing how she was always knocking the living daylights out of them. It seemed we were missed just as much as she was.
"We are just a small portion of the crew; there are only three of us here. Four are on the deck and one more is guarding the ship. Where might I ask, is our navigator right now Tyson?" I asked kindly. His face dropped at this, and he looked down in shame.
"She left this morning to go to the island. She was supposed to steal a certain scroll for the Captain and come right back with it. I've waited all day but she still hasn't returned yet. I'm worried sick! But somewhere along the lines I must have fallen asleep…" Indeed it appeared he had been crying; his eyes were red and puffy and there were small, dark bags underneath them. It seemed Nami had made an ally on this ship.
"Yosh! Let's go get her then!" Senchou said, dropping the boy.
"Wait Luffy!" He froze at the sound of me using his regular name, not bothering to use any of my usual titles or honorifics. He knew when I was being serious. I took a step towards Tyson.
"Why does Navigator-san have to steal a scroll for the Captain? What does he want with her?"
"He better not be doing what I think he's doing to her…" Sanji growled, chewing on the end of his cigarette.
"No no no! It's not like that at all! You see, recently the Captain's wife-"
"That's enough, Tyson."
We all froze. Tyson's eyes widened in fear and shock, mouth gaping like a fish again.
"I did not expect you to go babbling the secrets of this crew to every soul you came across. I don't go around telling the secrets of your tainted past to complete strangers." The boy blushed fiercely, battling his hair in the red department. We all turned at once to see the man who was speaking. Sure enough, Captain C.J. Cezar was standing in the door, looking straight at me.
"I applaud your efforts to rescue your navigator, really. It was a very… creative plan to say the least. But sadly, you just missed her. She's currently on the island, running a very important errand for me. I don't mind your taking her away again, but if you did that before she could finish her task my plans would be greatly hindered. I ask that you to wait until she's finished, and then you can have her back."
"You don't just take people whenever you want! I won't let you use my navigator against her will! I bet she doesn't even like you!" Senchou spat back. Cezar chuckled.
"Indeed, you are right, Straw Hat Luffy. She's made it very clear that she despises, no… loathes me. But we made a deal at our candlelit dinner the other night that she would perform this one task for me, in exchange for her freedom."
Cook-san spit out his cigarette, grinding it so hard into the floor that his heel left a very large hole in the floor.
"Candle… lit… DINNER!" bellowed Sanji, sending a flying kick towards Cezar. Instead of sending him flying, his kick went straight through and out the other side, as though his body were made of water.
"How can you be made of water? Wouldn't that weaken you?" I asked, ignoring the fuming cook.
"It would, but then this isn't the real me." He smiled.
"A water clone…"
"You are a smart one, Robin of Ohara. Want to join my crew too?"
"Don't you even DARE!" both Captain-san and Cook-san screamed simultaneously. One sent a kick while the other sent a fist. Both passed harmlessly through the mocking figure.
"Well then; I guess this is your answer. You will not be patient and wait for your nakama to complete her mission. I guess I'll have to restrain you until she's finished."
With this he sent torrents of sea water gushing from his hands. I gasped as it encircled my throat, choking and weakening me at the same time. Luffy and Sanji were in similar situations. I struggled as much as I could, but in vain. White spots soon blurred my vision, and after a few more hopeless kicks, everything went dark.
Me: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! ROBIN!
Robin: What is it, Writer-san?
Me: Oh. Phew! For a second there I though you guys were in deep shi-
Robin: Oh we still are.
Me: Then how are you standing here talking to me right now!
Robin: I'm simply a figment of your imagination.
Me: And a cheeky one at that… Well, I'm done talking to my sarcastic counterpart for now. Please Review! I looovvveee it when you review! :D