So, this chapter is long overdue, but I went through a phase where the muse disappeared. Though, it came back when I talked to my beta. This story had been edited and storyline is somewhat different. I gave Leanne more of a background so she isn't so shallow. I changed up Drake's personality. And lastly, I actually made an antagonist to go up against Drake and his crew. I also edited, though it's probably not perfect, but I tried.

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

Chapter 12: Bugs…

Carter stared long and hard at the scene, tilting his head to the side to grasp the odd sight. Though, he had to shoo a giant blue beetle that landed on his shoulder away, slightly disgusted at the thin feet clinging to the fabric of his shirt. He shuttered as the abnormally large bug hovered away, only for other creepy crawlers to invade his personal space, on being a huge butterfly that landed on the top of his hat. The population of large insects aside, that wasn't the thing Carter was focused on. He looked back to the odd sight, still confused, so he turned to Jacob, thinking the navigator had a better idea about what was going on. Though, Jacob merely looked down at the log post attached to his wrist.

"Hey, what's up with that?" Carter asked, pointing towards the scene.

Jacob ignored the first mate and turned his attention to the small tribal village, scanning the huts for someone that knew how long it would take for the log to set. Finding what he needed, Jacob started to walk away, stepping over a large centipede along the way so he could speak with an old man tending a large fire with the butt of his staff.

Carter was quick to follow, dancing around a line of ants marching deep into the forest then he repeated his question, more harshly this time. "Oi, baldy, what's up with that?" and he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the odd scene again.

Jacob ignored him once again.

"Oi!" Carter snapped, extremely irritated; enough to whack Jacob upside the head.

Jacob flinched at the sudden impact and then whirled around to scowl darkly at the first mate. "What?" He asked with mock politeness, a twitchy smile on his lips.

Carter showed no remorse and jerked his thumb over his shoulder once more then asked for the third time: "What's up with that?"

Jacob looked around Carter's form, seeing the supposedly odd sight. It was Drake and Leanne. Drake, he stood like an emotionless statue while Leanne clung to his arm in wide eyed terror as insects crawled around her feet and flew above her head. Jacob then looked back to Carter and said: "She has a fear of bug, she really hates them."

Carter's brow rose. "How do you know that?"

Jacob stared at him as his brows furrowed into a straight line of annoyance and he simply pointed a finger at the sharpshooter. "Are you blind?" He then asked.

Carter glared at him. "It could have just been the size, not bug in general!" He snapped, defending himself.

Jacob scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Whatever. Even if you're blind—" and Carter growled at the words, but the navigator ignored it and continued. "—Leanne said she was at the last island…" Jacob trailed off, fully remembering what else happened at the island.

It had been awhile now since Jacob came to his conclusion about Drake and Leanne's relationship, but still, it was hard to grasp. And that caused him to have a mild panic attack.

Carter froze; ready to call Doctor Cardinal again, but the sound of gunfire made everything stop. Whipping around, he saw it was Drake and Leanne again.

Leanne's fear of bugs was overwhelming and she seemed she was going to shoot the living daylights out of a centipede that got too close to her toes, but Drake ended that by moving her arm at the right time. So, she shot up, not down. Though, she still hit something, but instead of a bug, she hit a passing seagull dead.

The bird crashed to the ground in a bloody heap where Ulrich the cook snatched it up before skipping away to his kitchen to prepare a lovely snack for his beloved, which so happen to be his faithful German Shepherd, Arno.

That was then ignored as Drake stared to walk over to his first mate and navigator, still with his sharpshooter clinging to his arm as if her life depended on it. Drake nodded to the slightly baffled Carter and then looked to the still panicking Jacob. "Do I need to get Cardinal, Jacob?" He asked simply.

Jacob took a minute of breathing in and then out to calm his nerves and then he coughed to clear his throat. "No," he said, yet his tone was uneasy. "I'm fine, perfectly fine, down right peachy. Now," then he turned sharply on his heel sharply. "I'm going to talk to the Chief of this Tribe so I can find out when the log will set." And he walked away.

Drake followed him calmly with Leanne still hanging off of him, and just for the heck of it, Carter trailed behind the navigator, too.

The large fire in the middle of the village cracked loudly as the pirates stood before it. The Chief sat on the other side and continued to tend to the flames, moving the pile of wood to keep the fire going. "Have you come to steal like the others?"

"Steal what?" Jacob inquired and then pointed to the log post on his wrist. "I want to know how long the log needs to set."

"Two days," the Chief grunted.

"Thank you," Jacob nodded to the Chief and away about to leave, but Carter stopped him by placing a hand to his shoulder.

Carter ignored the glare and looked directly at the Chief. "What have people been trying to steal?"

"Many things," the Chief replied. "There a many treasures planted in the jungles of our home, but there are two they try to steal, but never can."

"Ooh~?" Carter's brow rose with curiosity and a slick smirk appeared on his lips. "And what are those things?"

The Chief looked up at him, his brushy brows furrowing together. "You may not be the first people to come and try to steal, but you are the first of your kind."

Drake then became curious in the conversation. "You mean pirates aren't the main people coming here?"

"No, the men in suits come here," the Chief replied. "They come here often, but always come out empty handed."

"Hmm," Drake hummed. "Interesting."

"Yes, that's lovely," Carter jumped into the conversation again. "Now mind tell use what those priceless little gems that the Suits want to steal?"

The Chief sighed and shook his head before saying: "The Story and Excalibur."