I'm in a Drake mood, so I wrote out this chapter today about how Drake got his outfit. I just don't feel that Drake woke up one morning and said: "Hmm...I think I'm going to wear this, and this and this..." it is a rather flashy outfit and all. So, I came up with this idea.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, but OCs are mine.

Chapter 9: A New Fit.

Drake sighed deeply as he stared into the large mirror hanging on the wall in his quarters, pulling at the fabric of his new pants.

Carter said that he needed some new clothes, and at first, Drake waved it aside as unimportant, but then he got a good look at the bloody navy overcoat that was a part of his normal attire. It was getting rather old, and dirty. So, he decided that maybe he should listen to his first mate and get something new to wear.

Carter, being the emotional man he is about everything, was jumping for joy that Drake agreed to the idea and then elaborated more on his plan that Leanne, Jacob, and the navigator's former employees should also get new clothes as well.

So now, Jacob and his former employees that were standing in Drake's quarters as well, and were wearing the former Feathered Doves uniform of striped white and blue pants and button up shirts of all colors tucked neatly then black boots to tuck the hems of their pants in. But the finishing touches were the floppy hats with large feathers sticking out from them and long capes draped over their shoulders.

Though, Drake's outfit was nothing like that.

Carter, on his own behalf, decided that his new captain should wear what his former captain did.

Now, Drake wasn't too comfortable with wearing the dead pirate captain's clothing, but when Carter shoved the bundle of blue fabric into his arms, Drake sort of had no choice as his first-mate ushered him into the clothes.

Drake sighed again, looking at the outfit that Carter had given to him. The whole outfit was a light navy blue, his body almost completely covered except his bare, tattooed chest and a belt with a large ornate design helped secure his saber to his hip. Then a dark navy blue cape that was draped over his shoulders with fur wrapped around the hems by his neck. And of course, there was a hat with feather to top it all off, but he also had a mask that covered his eyes.

It didn't really hide the fact that he was, well, him, since the 'x' scar on his chin would give him away, but maybe the new look would make people wave it aside.

Drake stared at himself in the mirror again.

Yeah right. This new outfit would turn heads and draw more attention to his person and crew. He had half the mind just to say to Carter that this just wasn't going to work, but that wouldn't be a good idea because of how his first mate was acting.

"You look great Captain!" Carter gushed with a large grin, but then turned quickly, and randomly, away, burying his face in the crook of his arm. "Captain would be so proud!" he started to sob wildly.

Drake turned his attention away from his reflection and to his crying first mate.

Such a flaw that was stamped on his first-mate: extreme emotions.

Drake knew Carter was crying because of his former captain, but the death happened weeks ago. Most of the crew was over that now and could easily talk about it without tears, except for Carter who wouldn't stop shedding the tears. Drake questioned many times why he chose Carter to be first mate; he knew one reason was because the majority knew Carter as a first mate, but still. He was just so...emotional, which is never a good thing in a pirate, or a man in general.

And Jacob was quick to point that out.

"By God's holy name, man!" Jacob bit out at the crying first mate with a scowl from under the brim of his new floppy feathered hat that covered his bald head. "Stop crying, you're a man for Pete's sake!"

Carter snapped away from crying in his arm and turned a harsh glare towards the navigator. "Oh zip it, Jacob!" he barked, all signs of depression melted away. "You don't know how it feels!"

"You're right I don't know, but I do know you have more mood swings then a woman!" Jacob retorted, motioning a hand towards Leanne who was coming into the main room.

She was walking out of Drake's bathroom in a similar outfit to the rest of the crew: stripped pants blue and white pants, cape and feathered hat, but she was having a bit of difficulty with her navy colored shirt. Since she was a woman and the shirt was clearly for a man, the buttons on the shirt were fighting against her chest as Leanne tried to get them to stay together. "This is ridiculous." She grumbled, trying to get the small blue button to stay fit at the middle of her breasts.

The men just stared at her.

Drake though, didn't like the looks they were giving her. "Leanne." He coughed lightly into a closed fist.

Leanne looked up from the button and towards Drake, her brows knitted together in confusion, but then her eyes glanced at the blushes of the other men in the room. "Oh, oops." She stopped fidgeting with the button and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "I'm having a bit of trouble with this button…" she explained, pointing at the unbuttoned button that allowed her cleavage to show.

"I see." Drake said simply, but then his brow started to rise as Leanne stared at him intensely. "Have something to say?"

Leanne was silent for a moment, tilting her head from side to side. "Where did you get that tattoo?" she finally questioned.

Drake turned away from her and looked back into the mirror, glancing at the large X in the middle of his chest, and then turned back to Leanne. "To tell you the truth, I really don't remember."

Leanne blinked. "How do you not remember?"

Drake shrugged. "I was drunk when I got it. I think." He told her, closing his eyes in deep thought. "I think I got it the day before I became a Captain in the ranks of the Marines, since I didn't have it the day before that and the day after I had it, so it makes sense. There were ten of us getting promoted that year, too and we did celebrate. So, maybe the ten of us decided to get tattoos on our chests, and I must have been the tenth one to get one, so I got a roman numeral ten instead of an one and zero." He theorized, reopening his eyes and looked back at Leanne.

Leanne just stared at him in shock. "You got drunk before?" she asked in a bewildered tone, stunned that her captain would ever get drunk, even in the Marines he never got drunk when she worked under him. Though, she did join his crew a few weeks after he became a captain, so it may have been possible, but it was still hard to believe.

"That was the last time. I think." Drake shrugged again.

"I never thought you would be the type to get drunk though…"

"But he's a pirate now." Carter interjected. "He has to get drunk now! All pirates get drunk!"

"Really?" Jacob scoffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "That is just ridiculous!"

"No it's not!" Carter countered with a scowl.

Drake just tuned out his bickering navigator and first-mate, turning away from Leanne who was trying to button her shirt again in frustration and looked at his reflection in his mirror again. He pulled at the fabric of his pants and sighed; this was going to get some getting used to.

So, this chapter explains how Drake got his outfit and also how he got that tattoo. It's kinda a humorous thing. I really don't know why Drake has that tattoo, so I came up with something.