So for this chapter, I raised the rating just in case because I am making this into a full story rather than a one shot,

Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, but I do own OCs.

Chapter 3: Turning around?

"Sir!" Leanne called out to Drake desperately while he walked away from her. She ran up to him quickly, reaching out to roughly grab his arm to force him to look her in the eyes, but all she saw was a shocked look in his face. Gasping, she pulled her hands away from his arm; she shouldn't have done that to her superior. "I—I'm sorry Sir…"

Drake ignored the look on her face and his shocked expression relaxed to a calm one. "Don't be." He simply said. "We aren't Marines anymore."

Leanne looked up at him slowly as her brows knitted together in confusion. "We…?"

Drake stared down at her. "We are in this together. At least, I hope so." He said with a slight tone of hope in his voice.

"I—I don't know…" she looked away from him, staring through the light flurry of snow at the sea.

"I see." Drake said slowly in a monotone voice.

"It's just—"

"I threw you into this." Drake cut her off. "I understand."

She looked back at him and saw the deep frown spreading across his lips. He did throw her into this, she wouldn't lie about that. She knew he did something, but that something being he fell to piracy was nowhere on the list; not even close to the bottom. And it only left so many doors open to questions of, why, why, and why. But those questions were left unanswered.

"Oi!" A voice shouted with a furious tone, making the two turn their heads at the angry group walking towards them.

Leanne recognized them; the Jackal Pirates. They had been causing quite the ruckus in the North Blue, building up quite the reputation before they headed into the Grand Line, as rumor told. They were led by their captain, Jackal Jackie, who wore his signature long black and fur lined cloak with a his jackal skull Jolly Roger stitched on the back.

Jackie did not looked pleased as he walked over to the Drake, looking at the former marine with a death glare in his yellow eyes. He stopped a few feet from Drake, digging his gloved hands into his cloak's pockets as his glare narrowed into a scowl. "You were the one that stole from my crew, huh?"

"Yes." Drake admitted point blank.

"You're playing with fire, boy. You know that?" Jackie sneered with a scoff as his scowl deepened.

Leanne stared at the pirate captain across the way. Did he not know who he was talking to? Either that or he was the one playing with fire, not the other way around.

"You're going to get it handed to you, boy." Jackie sneered with a smirk as his crew started to circle the two with guns in hand.

Drake remained calm, but Leanne looked at the situation nervously; she was not a good fist fighter, at all, so getting into a fight with weapons when she was weaponless was not going to help her chances.

Jackie held up a hand, pressing his thumb and forefinger together and his smirk widened. "With a snap of my fingers, my crew will destroy you. Any last words?" He questioned cockily.

Drake looked at him with dark eyes saying I don't need any.

Jackie's smirk flattered slightly into a confusing frown, and then his eyes opened wide when he saw the former marine's skin shift to a scaly green while his eyes turned to a piercing yellow. The pirate captain stumbled back in fear, watching the body of the former marine shift more to tower over him, engulfing him in a dark shadow.

"You're…you're…" Jackie backed away from the large dinosaur in front of him while beads of sweat streamed down his pale cheeks.

"X. Drake!" One of the crew members screamed in fear. "The fallen Marine!"

The crew all tried to run away, bumping into each other as they screamed at the top of their lungs.

Drake growled in his reptilian form, swinging his large, muscular tail towards the terrified, running pirate crew and sent them flying into buildings and the sea while he avoided hitting Leanne covering her head at the side of his leg.

Leanne shielded her head and neck, crouching down as Drake's scaly tail whipped around in circles, scattering the men all over the place while the sound of metal weapons clattered to the icy ground and bones breaking as bodies slung to the earth and buildings. Breathing in steadily, she tried to remain calm, forcing each breath in and out to a normal rhythm, trusting her former commanding officer.

Then the screaming stopped.

Leanne opened her eyes that were tightly sealed and she slowly stood up, removing her hands from over her head and looked around.

There was blood everywhere as it pooled around broken bodies of men laying on the ground in silence. The villagers all stood at the edge of the town in fear, covering their mouths with gloved hands. It looked like they didn't know what they should be afraid of more: the bloody massacre or the man who betrayed the government. Then they went running away, scrambling over each other until they were safely in homes that weren't destroyed; following with the second reason of why they should be afraid.

"Leanne."

She turned her head away from the vacant town save for the bodies all around her feet and looked at Drake who had blood spattered on his new coat and more dots decorated his cheeks.

"Are you alight?" Drake looked over her, seeing that there was more blood on her then him.

She nodded dumbly, wiping a hand across her cheek to see all the thick, iron smelling liquid staining her gloves. "I'm fine," she softly replied.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't except that to happen." Drake admitted truthfully.

"Sir…" she said slowly.

"You don't need to call me that anymore." Drake told her. "I'm not a Marine anymore."

"Oh…" she looked down at her feet. "I…I…" she paused and bit her lower lip nervously.

Drake looked at her curiously. "I, what?"

She looked back up at him. "I don't think I can handle being with you. I'm not good enough." She blurted out.

"That's not true." Drake shook his head with a sigh. "From my time in the Marines, you were the best sniper that I had, you're loyal and know how to keep you're head on in the heat of the moment."

"Not right now. I didn't do anything."

"You didn't panic."

"Maybe, but I'm nothing without a gun."

Drake took that into consideration and turned on his heel walking over to a lone gun, grabbing it up then tossing to the brunette.

Leanne cradled the weapon carefully as it fell into her hands, staring in slight disgust. It was a flintlock pistol, the favorite and prized small arms for any pirate, but the owner of this particular pistol didn't seem to care much for the upkeep of his weapon, making it hazardous for any marksman like herself. Giving the flintlock one lost rolling look over, she turned back to Drake with a curious look.

"It's not a good gun." He shrugged and placed his hands deep within his pockets. "But join my crew and I'll make sure you get a better one and more."

She looked at the pistol again then back and him with a raised eyebrow.

"If not, I'll take you back to the base. It's your choice." Drake offered her, but she could tell from the look in the former marine's eyes that he wanted her to come with him.

Leanne couldn't let him go back; he'd be hanged for sure. But going with him was different.

It's not the fact that she would be a pirate, but that she made not be good enough. Drake thought she was good enough to go with him, so should she, right? He was her hero, that's for sure. She remembered when she first was let out of training camp and was assigned to a crew where Drake just turned into a captain. He was a good and honest man that easily turned into a Rear Admiral three years later. Was he still that man before her? That was something she had to find out for herself.

She smiled and placed the safety on the gun before placing into the belt around the waist of her coat. "Ready to go, Captain."

Drake smiled back faintly at her. "Then let's go." He ordered, walking back to their mini-sub with her jogging slightly through the blood and snow to his side.

I hope this was a good way to get Leanne to transition from marine to pirate. Being one of the first people to do an on going Drake story does have its high points and low points, so I'm just winging it along while trying to make everything still make sense.

So I hope you liked this chapter like the others.

Edited: It's not a big change, but I looked over some guns, and I tried to stay with one for Leanne that was based from when pirates where actually around, and upon looking that, I saw that flintlock pistols were the favored ones, at least, that's what the article told me. If people wish to tell me it's wrong or have a better suggestion, I'm all ears.