Hello! People of Fanfiction! I've come with another chapter for this story since the first chapter didn't really tell you anything about my OC or her devil fruit (which I also don't own). I do make two hints towards one of the things that her devil fruit can do. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! If anything is wrong in this chapter plz tell me!

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.

Faye woke up the next morning and sighed tiredly when she realized how early it was. She considered going back to sleep until she heard footsteps passing her door and then a familiar voice.

"Better get these vegetables and meat prepared for breakfast before everyone wakes up." Thatch stated tiredly with a yawn. He wasn't too much of a morning person, but he had to do what he had to do and that was cook for all the crew members of the ship.

Faye listened as the footsteps faded and sat up, pushing herself into her wheelchair sloppily; though it could've been worse. She made sure that her long night gown was straightened out and ran a hand through her pixie cut, blue hair.

She wheeled herself out of the room and followed after the few vegetables that had fallen and found herself in the kitchen. Hearing groans, she turned to see Thatch picking up some crates of vegetables and placing them on the ground in a row, along with some other chefs preparing different things.

"You want help." She stated in a knowing tone, the color green flashing in her vision telling her that her statement was true.

Thatch jumped as he looked up at the girl with slightly baggy eyes. "Yes, I do." He replied honestly. Who wouldn't want help when you had around 20 crates of vegetables to peel and meats to season and cook?

"I'll help you, it's the least that I could do." Faye voiced and wheeled forward in front of a crate of potatoes, picked up a peeler and started to peel. "Do you guys do this all the time- make various types of food for breakfast I mean?" she asked inquiringly.

"Yeah, we do this every day. But I'm happy to do this, I like seeing everyone enjoy my food." He ruminated, thinking about all the contempt faces on his brothers and sisters as they ate his and the other chefs food. He hated seeing people hungry, it was just as bad as kicking an already injured puppy.

"Hmm, sounds nice. I like to cook too, by the way. I'll help you out if you ever need another pair of hands." She offered, smiling at the pompadour-haired man, who gladly returned the smile. He could feel his self warming up to the girl, she was so well-balanced and easy to talk to, even if she didn't share personal information.

"When do you think you'll be comfortable enough to tell us about yourself?" He had to ask, he really wanted to know who this girl was. The tattoo on her forehead looked really interesting, it most likely meant something, and he just knew it.

"I've decided that I'm going to play a little game with you commanders. I'm going to count up how many baby steps you have to take to earn my trust." She stated, smiling playfully and almost looking excited about this.

"How many of these baby steps are there?" Thatch groaned out, he hoped there wasn't too many. He didn't really have that kind of patience.

Faye gave a slight laugh, "Don't worry it won't take that long to gain my trust. I can tell that you guys are good people with veracious hearts." She expressed to the cook.

Thatch felt slightly touched by the words Faye had told him and nodded happily. "I've only heard such wise words from a few people." He voiced with awe. You only meet a few wise people in the world that they lived in today, and it was usually from really old people. To Thatch, it was almost like this girl had really seen a lot of things in her short life.

Faye nodded, "I'm done with my first crate, could you hand me the next one?" she asked quietly and stifled a yawn, pointing at the next crate of potatoes next to him. Thatch slid the crate over to the girl and they spent the rest of the morning peeling and chopping vegetables together.

After most of the crew members came into the mess hall, Marco and Ace came in along with Izou and Haruta, who both had worried looks on their faces. Thatch stood in front of all the food preparing his plate turning around to look at the four commanders and smiled giving them a small wave.

Haruta came forward, "Have you seen Faye? She wasn't in her room this morning." She asked, staring at the prankster chef worriedly. Sure she'd only met her yesterday, but so many men could and would take advantage of the disabled woman and not think twice about it.

"Don't worry, she's over at our table." Thatch explained and pointed over to Faye at the table, reading a cook book with an interested expression.

"Oh, thank goodness. I thought that one of you men had taken her." Izo commented with a sigh of relief.

"She's not really my type." Thatch expressed with a chuckle and they all went to sit down once they had their plates of food. "She's been helping me out with preparing food, she's pretty helpful." He commented.

Right when they sat down Faye looked at all of them with tired amber eyes.

"Good morning everyone." She greeted, placing the book down and slouching back in her wheelchair again.

"Are you not going to eat breakfast?" Thatch asked, glancing at the girl with a worried expression, he'd never seen anyone skip breakfast before.

Faye looked at him with a questionable expression, "I don't like breakfast that much so I just skip it." She explained with an emotionless face as some of the commanders looked at her weirdly.

"So you can go throughout the day missing your first meal?!" Ace asked with disbelief, stuffing his mouth with more food. Faye gave him a small nod to the fire user, eyeing all the empty plates that once had food on them. She would never understand how Ace could eat that much, but she wasn't going to ask how either.

"For me, I can't get through the day without lunch." She voiced simply and continued reading the cook book.

"But aren't you hungry?" Thatch asked with a worried tone, he hated seeing people hungry since he's the main chef of the Moby Dick. Wasn't skipping breakfast bad for someone's personal health?

Faye nodded again and her stomach growled loudly, though she didn't seem embarrassed by it, "I'm pretty hungry, I usually tend to my hunger with light snacks until it's time for lunch." She claimed, grabbing a piece of toast and taking a small bite of it. She frowned slightly when Thatch frowned, copying his expression, and turned to Haruta and Izo.

"I'm gonna need your help getting dressed." She spoke, looking down at the nightgown she was wearing. The two commanders nodded and left with her into her room, Izou pushing her out the mess hall.

"It's pretty hot today, so I wanna wear a tank top with shorts." she informed softly and grabbed the two clothes items she wanted to wear. She easily took off her night gown and put on the turquoise tank top. "This is the part that I need help with." She revealed, holding up the black shorts.

Haruta nodded, "Alright, I'll help you out with that." She helped slide the shorts up Faye's weak legs while Izou held the weak-legged girl up and soon enough Faye buttoned them up and thanked both girls.

"Thank you. I'll be out of your way for now. I'm gonna go talk to some of the other commanders. You guys have taken one step closer to my trust." She told them and left out the room to go find a certain freckled boy and chef.

Leaving both commanders utterly confused by what she meant when she said that.

Faye gave out a hearty laugh at the two commanders in front of her. Marco came out of his office and frowned when he saw the girl sitting with her legs out in front of her, out of her wheelchair. "Where'd your wheelchair go, yoi?" he asked her with a frown. Faye pointed in front of her with a big smile.

Marco looked to the direction she pointed and saw both Ace and Thatch on the wheelchair, attempting to roll around the wooden floor at high speeds, but failing. Though the both of them seemed to be having fun anyways since they were laughing like crazy.

Faye giggled again, "They're entertaining." She stated and widened her smile when she saw green flash into her vision. Marco felt a smile tug on his lips as he listened to her little laugh, she sounded like a little kid. Faye snapped her head towards him and gave a teasing smile when she caught sight of the small smile resting on Marco lips.

"Marco~? Are you smiling… at me~?" she asked, winking at the phoenix playfully. Marco felt his small smile disappear as he glared at the girl again and gave a fake cough.

"Thatch told me earlier today that you were going to play some kind of trust game with us?" he reminded as he tried to change the subject, eyeballing the girl from where he stood above her, since she was sitting down.

She nodded, running a hand through her blue, pixie cut and sighed in relaxation as a small breeze blew through the air. "That's right. I want to get to know you guys a bit more before I tell you guys about myself." She explained proudly, as if she just came up with the greatest plan and folded her arms.

Marco shook his head slightly and put his attention on the two commanders as they both started taking turns pushing each other down the long hallways next to the railings of the ship in front of them, Marco was slightly impressed that the wheelchair was holding the weight of two grown men on top of it. The fun was interrupted when Faye told them she needed the wheelchair back.

"Awwwww!" Ace whined childishly as he pushed the wheelchair back to Faye. "You want me to go get Haruta?" he grumbled. He was surprised when Faye shook her head.

"No, I want you to help me out." She stated honestly, looking up at Ace. The color green flashing in her vision. Ace looked slightly worried when Faye held her arms out to him with a reassuring smile, "It'll be fine." She told him.

He picked her up under her armpits and was surprised at how light she was and sat her down in her wheelchair. "You're surprisingly gentle." Faye commented and turned her wheelchair around to face him. "You can both get onto my wheelchair again tomorrow, this is your second step to my trust." She explained and wheeled away with Thatch to the mess hall for dinner.

"Second step to trust? How many more do we have to go?" Ace asked Marco, who shrugged in response.

"I don't know, hopefully not too many more." Marco hoped that it really wouldn't be too many more steps, his curiosity was almost at his limits. Who was Faye Shrider?

-Time Skip-

"Thatch?" Faye called out quietly as they got their plates filled with food.

"Yeah?" Thatch answered, giving the girl his full attention. Faye looked up at him with her dark amber eyes and gave a mischievous smile.

"Is it ok if I do a prank with you? I know you're doing one tomorrow and I want to help." She asked. Thatch gave an amused smile and nodded.

"Of course. What kind do you want to do?" he asked her sneakily, Faye thought for a moment before whispering into the cook's ear. Thatch gave a big smile, earning questioning looks from those passing by them to get their choice of food. "Hohohoho, good choice, good choice." Thatch praised as they both went towards their table with straight faces, making sure that no one was suspicious of what they were up to.

Not that that was necessary since there was barely anybody in the mess hall yet.

Welp, that's another chapter done! Mission completion! What prank should Thatch and Faye do? I need your help with that part! You can put it in the comments or PM me, your choice! Comments are appreciated! THANK YOU!

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