"I see you didn't take a liking to the dress I picked out for you. That's fine, but you can't stay in one of my old shirts either. Let's go find something more appropriate for you to wear." I was still slung over his shoulder. He was ambling along without a care in the world, smiling as though it was Christmas morning.

He opened a set of double doors that led into what looked like an enormous dressing room. Actually, it was an enormous dressing room. The walls were lined on one side with cloths that all looked uncannily like the ones he was wearing and the other side was lined with women's cloths. All different types; dresses, shorts, shirts, pants and skirts, all different colours and sizes.

"Well, see if there's anything you like." He dropped me onto my feet and took a seat on a different chaise lounge.

I looked at him sideways, not that he seemed to notice, he'd already stuck his nose into some book or other.

"Hey, I have no intention of going to Marinford with you." When he replied he was still more focussed on his book than he was on me.

"And why's that? Is there something wrong with going to Marinford, or is it that you have something against me?" He looked up at me to observe my response.

"Both actually. You may say you like me, but the feeling isn't mutual. And as for Marinford, I don't want anyone recognising me." My last sentence seemed to spark his interest.

"And why might someone at Marinford recognise you. Do you have a bounty? Or is you father's a big shot there. Don't want to run into any family issues perhaps." This guy. He speaks as though he's oblivious but he always seems to guess right.

"Something like that, accept it's my Grandpa rather than father. And I don't have a bounty." He put his book down.

"Hm, you're just full of surprises. I honestly wouldn't have pegged you as having a strict upbringing." He rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he finished speaking, as though signalling his interest.

"Hahaha, strict upbringing. That's not it at all. In fact he isn't my real Grandpa, I just call him that. Well more accurately he calls himself that. My upbringing was wild and rowdy, I did whatever I wanted when I was a kid, and nothing's changed."

"Hm, the more I know about you, the more interested in you I become. So tell me who you are. A name is probably a good place to start." Fishing for clues ha.

"That goes both ways."

"Very well. My name is Don Quixote Doflamingo. As you've already heard I'm one of the seven Shichibukai. What you may not know is that I'm also the King of Dressrosa, which is the Island we're currently on. That should suffice for now, so tell me about yourself."

He may be a prick but he's pretty good at getting me to relax around him. That alone is a dangerous thing. This isn't a man I should make myself comfortable with. Oh, but what the hell. As long as he doesn't rat me out to the Marines, which I don't think he will, I suppose a name won't hurt.

"I'm Silver D Kaiyan. As you probably just figured out I'm the daughter of the Dark King. What you wouldn't have been able to figure out is that my mum was Gol D Rogers's sister, Leila. What's more is I grew up in Gao Kingdom with my three 'adopted' brothers: Sabo, Ace and Luffy. I don't know about Ace, but Luffy seems to be making a pretty good name for himself."

He sat there, now with his chin resting in both palms. He was silently staring at me with that creepy smile as though he'd just captured some kind of rare creature.

"Hm, how interesting. This may pain you to know, but your brother ace was executed just over six months ago."

Ace is dead. Could that really be possible? I... I can't even think. What, how. Ah, my mind is all over the place.

"I'll make you a deal. Come with me to Marinford and I'll keep your presence there at a minimum. I'll also promise not to do anything you don't like. For example, what happened yesterday." He had reclined against the back of the chain now with his arms outstretched along the top.

"Do I really fascinate you that much?" I can't believe what I'm thinking. Am I seriously considering going with him?

"You do. And I'm not of a mind to let you go just yet." That's that then. I was planning on headed home, but I'm not really in a hurry. Besides, he interests me just as much as I seem to be interesting him.

"Fine."

I chose a simple white dress that went beautifully with my waist long white hair and light, icy blue eyes. I should mention, I wasn't born with white hair. It turned white when I ate my Devil's Fruit.