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The crew of the feeble Marine ship barely had enough time to cover their ears before the impact sent them end-over-end into the Grand Line. Bard stared from underwater at the massive thing that destroyed the boat, but couldn't make it out exactly until he saw the white of its eye. An eye. THAT MOUNTAIN HAS EYES!!!!!!
Captain Mars recovered just in time to jump to a nearby lighthouse and evaluate the situation. Most of the crew is either dead or dying, I'll bet. There's still hope for the kid, though. With this thought, Mars jumped straight into the water, ignoring the fact that a Giant Whale was roaring deafeningly. He spotted the girl that had stowed-away first and rushed to rescue her.
Bard was swimming frantically trying to find his way up, as well as gathering all the crew-men he saw still moving. Finally, the Captain surfaces and climbed the cliff to the lighthouses' base. Araly vomited from fear, rather than seasickness.
"Are you all right, girl?" the good captain asked. For a gruff and rather dower looking man, there was a heavy amount of concern in his voice.
"Yes," Araly finally managed to cough out, "I'm fine."
Moments later, Bard exploded out of the water with at least ten men clinging to him for survival. Some passed out from the fear, other's from head rush, and some few were just far too tired to deal with anymore chaos for the day.
"Looks like I beat you, Captain! I got more out of the water than you!" Bard said, posing all the while. He was a bit to enthusiastic for his standing. Araly, being a foot or so shorter than Bard, couldn't very well hit him in the head when he was stupid, so she settled on his stomach. Even if Bard was the strongest man in the world (a proclamation he made daily), Araly could still stun him.
"Well," mused the Captain intelligently, "that'll show him, eh?" The attempt to get on Araly's good side had won, and she calmed down for a second. After that second, she passed out from lack of food to orally expel in fear.
"Now what, Captain?" Bard asked with concern. "We just got here and we're already stranded without a ship." Captain Mars mused at this, as he was just as clueless as Bard was on this topic. The only thing to do is call for help from a nearby Marine base, but that could take us days. Worse yet, we have no supplies to hold us off until the ship would get here. He looked out into the open waters, where debris and bodies were floating like algae on a still pond. Fishing may be out of the question with that whale.
No sooner had he formed that thought when Bard flared him a curious question from behind. Curious in two ways: one was the fact that he got behind Mars in almost no time and there was a wet, dripping sound coming from him. "Is the cook still alive?" was the question. Mars looked at where Bard was sitting previously and only saw his coat. Behind was Bard, carrying two massive shark-like spotted fish under each arm. Bard had a triumphant and rather smug grin stretching across his face.
Araly slept well up until she smelled the food being cooked, and burnt. As an avid consumer of anything edible, Araly's body sprang up almost instantly. Her weary face turned to a face of astonishment and anger, after glancing at the burned pieces of seafood a few feet away from her.
"Oh! You're up!" called out Bard. "Neither of us could cook and no one else can cook, so me and Captain Mars just threw some fish I caught into a fire made from driftwood. This is yours!" he said as he pointed to the blackened pile of fish meat. Araly could stomach nearly any food without grave consequence, as was example when she accidentally ate as poisonous piece of fruit when she was young. She said it tasted like tree bark and dismissed the otherwise lethal food as junk. Seeing food prepared…rather mutilated in such a way sent her into a berserk.
Captain Young was used to eating slightly ill-prepared food, as he was a Marine captain that stayed at sea almost every day. This stems from the aversion to paperwork he developed when he first became a Captain. He couldn't fathom what Araly was screeching about."Why didn't you wake me up! You know you can't cook for your life! ARE YOU STUPID OR DO YOU ENJOY MAKING ME ANGRY! HOW DO YOU PLAN TO FIX THIS, BAAAARD!!!"
In Bard's fearful defense, that could have scared just about anyone. Araly, with eyes still blazing with fiery wrath and demonic scowl still affixed to her face had paralyzed Bard into a coma of sorts. His eyes went white and his jaw dropped nearly off its hinges at the thought of incorrectly retaliating. All he could manage to squeak out was a feeble and wheezy, "Aaah."
"There's no problem, girl. We still have plenty of fish yet to cook," the Captain politely interrupted. Araly's face returned to a quizzical look. "Would you please help us out?" He then asked softly. Bard's face was only marginally filled with fear now, and Araly couldn't help but smile.
"Okay!" She shot to her feet and rushed over to the neatly laid out sections of fish, eyeing them down to see which one would make the most appropriate fillet. Bard crawled over the Mars, still a bit startled and expecting an attack. All was going rather well, as Araly carefully cooked the hunks of meat over the fire and passed them out, giving Bard the smallest portions and the Captain the biggest. The sun had started to set when the first of the rescued Marines came to.
The night was peaceful. The Marines gathered up some rations that were left for them by Araly and waited for morning. Most of the Marines began discussing things amongst themselves.
"It's all that girl's fault!"
"It's a death wish to bring a woman on a ship."
"She came here because of that new kid!"
"We should get rid of the both and be done with the matter."
"We'll all just say that those three decided to rebel when we wanted to send for help and knocked us out."
"Three? Even the Captain?"
"Yeah. That softhearted free-loader has to go…"
The Morning was not peaceful.
