Sorry for the misspelled word of perfect. I'll go back and fix it, but (I know this is a terrible thing to say) I feeling lazy about going back and looking for all the perfects I miss spelled. If someone wants to point it out for me, feel free; I don't bite or anything when you tell me where errors in my writing are.

So, anyway, short chapter for the reason of, hopefully, explaining the last chapter. Maybe? Well, we'll see.

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

Chapter 11: Baffled.

Jacob was baffled, which formed a permanent crease on his tanned brow, and Carter was sure to make fun of him for it, saying he looked thirty years older, but the navigator ignored the blunt insult, continuing to focus on the subject of his confusion: his captain.

It started back at the bar, now Jacob knew that Drake had known Leanne for probably a few years because of their time in the marines, so it was logical that his captain would feel a sense of over protectiveness for Leanne, not only because Drake must have seen her as a friend, but also as a woman on his crew, but that's not what threw Jacob off.

It was the way Drake was really acting towards Leanne.

The navigator found it extremely odd that his captain would hold her like that; as a captain, Jacob thought that Drake should have just grabbed her by the arm rather than pull her close to his chest like that: it looked like a lover's embrace, or at least something very close to it.

Then, what sent him overboard and to lying out cold on the floor of a filthy bar was when Drake kissed her.

It felt out of the blue, uncharacteristic for someone like his captain, and when Jacob questioned Drake on this, on why he would just go and kiss Leanne like that, well of course it was after he woke up from unconsciousness, his captain simply said:

"She said nothing could shut her up, so I proved her wrong."

That didn't make sense, not one little ounce of it made sense, which why he was baffled for so long.

There are so many different other ways to shut up a jabbing woman who is drunk: one, he could have just placed a hand over her mouth, two, he could have given her more to drink until she passed out, or three he could have knocked her out. Well, the last two ideas didn't seem all to likely to happen just based on Drake's person and how he acted with Leanne, but the first choice did.

Jacob could see his captain simply putting a hand over her mouth then order: "Quiet," and Leanne would silently nod her, even when drunk.

But that's not what happened, which led Jacob to watch Drake and how he reacted towards Leanne to try and cure his bafflement.

Leanne was a blushing fool after they the left the first island on their travels through the Grand Line and she avoided Drake as much as she possibly could; and the crew was confused on why this was because they were beyond wasted when the kiss happened, so they didn't see it like Jacob did. But also because Drake showed no emotion towards the fact that Leanne scampered out of the room when he entered it.

Drake's face was straight faced, no emotion drawn on his expression, making him look like a new, clean piece of slate, but then slowly, something was happening to the pirate captain.

Drake, at first, didn't seem to care, but as the days went by, turning into weeks, he would watch Leanne with a frown as his fingers constantly tapped against anything, a sign that he was thinking. Jacob knew this because when he asked Drake a question and his captain didn't know how to answer it right away, he would drum his fingers against the table top of his desk or against the pegs on the wheel of the ship.

So, Drake was obviously thinking about Leanne since he was always looking at her squarely with a frown, most likely thinking about what he did and how it was straining they relationship they had.

But why did Drake care so much, and if they were friends, why didn't he talk about it with her, to clear up the whole situation.

Was there something else going on inside Drake's mind, something that he didn't know because he never thought about it since it was buried deep within his subconscious and it bubbled to the surface after the kiss, which led Jacob to one logically answer.

His captain, X. Drake, liked the crew's sharp shooter, Leanne.

It was like the thundering grey clouds storming within his confused mind cleared instantly, a bright shiny day that was filled with light that showed what it really was.

With that little bit of information, the idea of Drake kissing Leanne didn't confuse him, making him smirk because he figured it out.

Carter, who was standing next to the navigator at the wheel of the ship with Drake, stared at Jacob, his brows furrowing with annoyance. "What's wrong with you?"

Jacob, upon realizing what he just figured out, became shocked, his eyes opening wide and his jaw hitting the floor.

"Oi…" Carter inched away from he navigator slowly. "What is wrong with you…?" he repeated, his eyes showing distribution at Jacob's odd actions.

Jacob ignored the first-mate, feeling light headed at the dynamic thought that explained everything: Drake liked Leanne; Drake, the fallen Marine officer gone pirate, liked Leanne, the simple Marine gone pirate.

It was all too much for the navigator to take, and he promptly fainted, taking an irritated Carter with him to the deck.

The rap of knuckles knocked against the oak doors of her office, and she never looking up from her work, she coolly called out: "Enter."

The hinges creaked quietly as her new Rear Admiral walked through the open doorway. He saluted her briefly, clicking his heels together. "Ma'am, we have located the traitor," he informed her.

She glanced up, her purple eyes going wild with rage and she held out a hand. "Give me the report," she bit out coldly.

The Rear Admiral nodded and in two quick steps, he was at her desk, handing over the papers.

She read over them quickly, her brows knotting together even more with each passing second. Then she threw the small bundle of papers to the desk and, with pen in hand, she shoved the point into the picture of the man's eye. "I'll get you Drake. I swear to God, I will find you, and you will pay. Dearly."