"Did we win?" I asked worriedly. The crew of men looked at me like I was insane before one of the men at the back shouted.

"Of course we won!" The other men joined in, cheering and generally making a lot of noise. Finally the pirate, whom I assumed was the doctor, ushered the other men out, claiming that I needed my rest. He was right I did. I was mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. It had never occurred to me before that having visions may be the cause of an early death. People did not go around flaunting their visions, nor was there a vision society (that I knew of) therefore it was difficult to decide my lifespan. Would I slowly die, painfully, unable to move due to my vision? Or would it be quick and painless? Perhaps I would slip away in the middle of a vision, unable to feel my own death. Would I foretell it before it happened or would it be the only thing in my life that was a surprise? All these questions filled my mind with uncertainty and fear. There were two things I was now absolutely certain of, one, I was no longer in my own cosy little world and two, these men whom had become my friends were in fact pirates. As I accepted these two facts I felt my mind ease just a little, however somewhere in the recesses of my mind something terrible was happening. I did not know what it was and I did not know what it was doing but I could feel that it was about to drastically change my life, for better or for worse. With these thoughts I lay my head to rest and slept soundly on the soft hospital bed.

I could see the sunlight streaming in through my closed eyelids. The feel of it was almost relaxing. Almost but not quite. My body had taken quite a beating in the fight, I was only now realising it, it must have been dulled before due to the painkillers the doctor had given me while I was unconscious. The pain was centred around my torso, more precisely, my ribs, two of them I think but it was hard to tell. Finally, after deciding that my one person pity party was not as fun as I originally thought it would be, I got up and decided to walk around the ship for a while. Carefully opening the infirmary door and peeping out, like a naughty child sneaking down stairs at Christmas, I snuck into the hall. I presumed it was the hall below the deck. It was dark in the hall due to the lack of windows. There were a lot of doors, I assumed that they lead to sleeping quarters but I was not sure. Some of the doors were open while others were closed. I tiptoed closer to the stairs, hoping not to get caught by the doctor, I knew that he would tell me off for walking around with an injury but I was lonely all by myself and surely the only cure for an injury is company, or was it time… I could not quite remember. I nearly screamed when my foot pressed down on a squeaky floor board but managed to keep my cool. I felt like I was a secret agent, spying on the group of strangely laid back pirates. I finally made it to the deck. The wind felt great whipping through my long hair, pulling its fingers through the tangles left from bed rest. I walked to the front of the ship and looked out into the vast ocean. There was nothing but a desert of water, vast, open and extensive in every direction. Dolphins were following us, jumping into the air and falling beneath the waves again.

"What are you doing?" A familiar voice asked me. I nearly fell off the ship in fright.

"Mihawk?" I asked but when I turned around no one was there. I sighed and turned back to the sea, suddenly feeling a lot worse than before, my good mood quashed. It was odd how a man I had barely known could control my emotions. I felt like a puppet on strings when it came to him. There was not a day that I had not thought of him, dreamt of him or simply wished to hear his voice. What was wrong with me? Deciding that I had officially gone mad, I went off to find something more interesting to do. I dragged my feet to the other side of the deck, feeling the need to find some company.

"What are you doing?" A voice said from behind me. I jumped in fright.

"Déjà vu." I muttered to myself, loud enough for my fictional Mihawk to hear.

"I thought you were supposed to be resting?" It said. I did not turn around, not wanting to give my brain the satisfaction of believing that it was turning me into a mad woman.

"Stress." I thought out loud.

"What are you talking about?" It said again. This time it gripped me by the arm.

"Definitely stress." I mumbled again. Still unwilling to look at my fictional Mihawk.

"Maybe she's delusional." Came a helpful comment from what I gathered to be a fictional Shanks.

"Oh not you too." I murmured. "Just what I need, why not bring the entire crew, that's sure to unhinge me." Fictional Shanks seemed to find this hilarious. Though I suspected that my brain had conjured up a mildly inebriated Shanks in the hopes that it might be more realistic.

"Should I get kisho to check her out?" Asked fictional Benn.

"Just what I need, fictional Benn, fictional Kisho, fictional Shanks and fictional Mihawk." I mumbled bitterly, trying to carry on walking to the other side of the ship in the hopes that I could find some real people to converse with or else a real sea creature would do.

"Maybe he gave her too many painkillers." Fictional Shanks added unhelpfully.

"I wish." I mumbled back before I slapped my free hand over my mouth in shock. "Don't talk to them!" I berated myself. "Oh now I'm talking to myself."I laughed causing fictional Shanks to take a step away. "First sign of madness… or was it hairs on the back of your hand…" I carried on mumbling to myself. Fictional Benn told the other two fictional pirates that he was going to get 'Kisho', the doctor, to take a look at me.

"I'm going insane." I told the two fictional pirates, as though they could actually converse with me. "This is it isn't it. I'm going to be walking around like Al-." I paused. Who was I trying to think of? It was a name of someone. It was normally associated with these things. "Alex? No. Anne? No. Amy? No. Abbey? Definitely not. Alyson? It sounds right. I'm going to be walking around like Alyson in wonderland." I told them before pausing to contemplate what I had just said. "It still sounds wrong." I told them conversationally. The two fictional pirates had remained silent throughout my argument with myself, the only reason I knew that they were still there was through the grip that the fictional Mihawk had on my arm.

"What's the problem Cap'n?" Asked fictional Kisho. It sounded as though he had been running. I started laughing at this. Can a fictional pirate run? I presumed so seen as he obviously had been running. I could hear whispering and then some 'Umm's' and 'ahh's' I presumed that he was relaying the fact that I would not be taken in by this fake conversation.

"Land ho!" I heard someone shout. That was preposterous though, the last time I had checked there was not any land to be seen for miles. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Funny." I mumbled to myself. "I could have sworn fictional Mihawk was holding my arm a minute ago."

"What are you talking about?" A hazy voice said to me. I whipped my head around but I could not see anyone. "Angel?" Nothing. Was it not worrying to hear voices from nowhere in particular, more so than hearing voices from fictional people? "Oi, Lass?" The voice of Kisho asked again. It did not have its usual humour or stutter. I could feel warm wind on my face, almost like breath but still I could see nothing. Then suddenly almost out of nowhere Kisho appeared.

"What the hell?!" I suddenly screamed. I jumped backwards into someone's chest toned chest, I assumed that it was Mihawk. There was a grip on my arm once more. I felt strangely secure with it holding onto me. It felt much different than before when it was no longer there. "What's going on?" I asked Kisho, looking around frantically to see if I could somehow get to grips on my surroundings.

"You tell me." Kisho said, looking slightly startled by my sudden reaction. It was the first time I had seen him outside the infirmary. He was no longer stuttering, now he was serious, his smile was gone and his signature lab coat (though I had only seen him once) was not present. His face was now covered with a worried expression that I knew did not belong there.

"Erm…" What could I say. 'Oh Kisho, I'm insane, I've just conjured up several fictional crew members and Mihawk and then a man that shouted that there's an island, other than that everythings fine. How about you?' Instead I settled on. "I think I'm going insane." Kisho appeared to have no answer to this. He just stared at me. I supposed I should elaborate. "I just heard Mihawk say 'What are you doing?' and when I turned around no one was there and then it happened again so I decided not to turn around but then he wouldn't go away and then a fictional Mr Shanks appeared and then a fictional Benn and then some guy shouted 'Land ho!' but last time I checked we were nowhere close to land and then I heard your voice in the middle of nowhere for ages and then bam you were right in front of me." I took a huge breath after my long speech. Kisho seemed somewhat relived and slightly amused by my quick summary. I on the other hand was not. I forgot that taking big breaths could hurt broken ribs so much. "Ow! Ow! Stupid ribs!" I said to no one in particular. Kisho sighed before putting a hesitant hand on my shoulder. He waited to see how I reacted, I just blinked and looked at him, and then he guided me back to the infirmary. Mihawk and Shanks followed, I was now sure that they were real or as real as my imagination could make them, living, breathing and generally looking worried. When we finally arrived at the infirmary, Kisho sat me down and made some hot tea. I noticed that he did not bother offering Shanks any but made a point to ask both Mihawk and Benn, when he arrived a few minutes later. I felt like a volatile substance, treated with fear, respect and extreme caution, why, I did not know. I knew for a fact that if I chose to attack anyone currently in the infirmary I would end up being the one hurt. Still they watched me with caution as though any second I would self-destruct. I did not. I would not.

"Why don't you tell me about the vision you had three days ago? The one that knocked you out?" I stared at Kisho as though he had grown another head.

"Thr-thr- Three days ago?!" I shouted. Kisho looked slightly perplexed but he did not move nor did he flinch. The serious expression was back.

"Yes." He answered calmly. His face was still lacking his signature smile.

"Well…" I spoke after a few minutes of gathering my thoughts. I still could not believe it had been three days since the fight. "It was odd…" I admitted solemnly. "I saw two possible outcomes. Both of which involved me fighting beside everyone else. After I'd had the visions I realised I couldn't move. I was aware of everything that was going on-." Shanks looked away, he seemed slightly ashamed and I knew why, he now knew that I knew that one of his men had told him to leave me behind. To let the marines take me. I was not upset, it hurt a little at the time but now it was hardly worth bothering over. "I felt as though I was dying." I clutched the bed sheets that lay in disarray around me. "I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move and I couldn't speak at all." The pirates in the room looked worried. An emotion none of them should ever have had to feel.

"Has this happened before?" Kisho asked. I almost expected him to ask how I felt about that. I paused to contemplate his question. Had it happened before? If it had then I could not remember it. I shook my head, not completely trusting my voice, as I felt a lump come to my throat.

"Have you always had these visions?" He asked me. I looked up suddenly, my eyes wide. Had I always had them? I felt like I should say yes, however I did not know that to be a fact. Now that I thought about it I could not remember. Everything became hazy when I even tried to think about my childhood days.

"I-I…I don't remember!" I choked out.

"What do you remember? Can you tell us about your home? Your family?" My home? I was sure I had one and that it was very different from the red-haired pirate's ship. I was so sure that I would stake my life on it but I just could not remember. And my family? I wondered if I even had one. The crew called themselves a family, perhaps they were my family. I was sure that there had once been two people very close to me but right now I just could not remember. A part of my yearned to remember these people that I had forgotten but another small part, which was slowly growing with time, wanted nothing to do with them. That part of me was happy here, it wanted to remain on this pirate's ship for the rest of its days. A thought suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Who am I?"

Sorry It's been so long since I last updates guys. I finally know how I'm going to end this and I'm hoping to end it soon. It took me forever to think of an actual story line to follow through. I am determined to finish this Fanfiction. As always please give me tips, tell me what you want to happen, what you don't want to happen, what I've done right and what I've done wrong. Please read and review. Constructive criticism is always the best. No flames either. I have the day off from Uni tomorrow so I'll try and write some more then.
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