"Here, milady!" said Shirahoshi's lady-in-waiting, draping her hair in a red silk scarf embedded with jewels. "Take a look!" said the old mermaid, turning a mirror towards the princess.

"I love it," said Shirahoshi, "but does it need to be so… Sparkly?"

"Of course it does!" exclaimed her lady-in-waiting; "You're being presented to the kingdom today! My goodness, your 18th birthday! I remember when you were but a baby!" reminisced the mermaid, clasping her hands together. "Now, put on the rest of these robes, and Yatsumi will do your makeup!"

Shirahoshi was handed a pile of white cloth, and nearly fell over from all the weight. She unfolded the kimono, and saw that it too was embedded with jewels and precious metals. She put on the clothing, and felt herself sink under all the weight. She was used to nice things, but this was too much. It was almost obnoxious. Not even the late Queen Otohime had ever worn anything like this.

"Yatsumi!" she called her maid, "It's on!"

Yatsumi entered with a red silk obi.

"Oh princess you look lovely!" declared the young mermaid, rushing to help Shirahoshi tie her obi. Shirahoshi gasped as she felt her innards squish together.

"Too…tight!" she managed to say, and Yatsumi loosened her grip slightly.

"Better?" she asked.

Shirahoshi made a small guttural noise in response, to which Yatsumi laughed.

"Alright, princess, come to the next room, and we'll do your makeup!"

Shirahoshi sighed, and as soon as Yatsumi left the room, she loosened her obi, and swam towards the courtyard. This special treatment was sickening. A princess should be able to guide her people in rags! What was with all these expensive silks and jewels? She wanted so badly to be recognized by her kingdoom; it was the only way she could continue campaigning in her mother's name. But she didn't want to do it like this. Not in these heavy, exiquisite robes.

She quickly slipped back to her room, and undressed, putting on a simple white and orange robe, much like the one her mother used to have. She looked in the mirror, thinking over her decision. She would present herself, but like this instead. She had no need for ceremonial robes and such. She finished with a quick dab of pink lipstick, and rushed outside, bumping into her father.

"Shirahoshi!" exclaimed King Neptune, "There you are! We've been looking all over for you! What have you been doing? Where's your kimono? Your jewels? Your crown?"

"I'll explain later, Father!" said the princess, "but I must go to my address!"

"That's right you do!" said Neptune, as Shirahoshi sped away.

Shirahoshi reached the Gyoncorde Plaza where the kingdom had gathered. On the stage, she saw the Minister of the Left looking for her.

"Princess!" he cried as he saw her, "Where have you been? And what in the world are you wearing?"

"I'll explain later, but I'd like to speak to my people first," sai Shirahoshi, bowing her head.

"Very well," said the Minister, turning to the crowd. "People of Fishman Island! Today, we celebrate the birth of our princess. But we also celebrate the birth of the legendary weapon, Poseidon."

Shirahoshi hated that. She hated being called a weapon. She, who had never harmed nor killed, was born into destruction. But she didn't have to. She could change that.

"For the first time today, our princess will address her nation, as she is of age. I present to you, of the Ryugu Kingdom, King Neptune and the Late Queen Otohime's daughter, the mermaid princess Shirahoshi-hime."

The crowd cheered loudly as Shirahoshi took her place on the podium.

"My good people. I stand here today, as not your princess, not a weapon, but as a continuer, an image, of my mother's will. Several years ago, you may remember a man by the name of Monkey D. Luffy. He saved us all from the villainous Hody Jones. He is proof of my mother's will. Proof that we, as two species can co-exist! Today, as I stand before you, I want you all to know how proud I am of how far we've come. I want you all to know that of this day, I will be working, and striving to go further. So the only thing I ask you today is to support me in my endeavours. Thank you."

"That'll be 497 crewmates please!" said Miyagi the Blue, rubbing his hands wickedly. Foxy couldn't believe it. He'd lost the biggest Davy Back Fight of his life. And big time too. He'd been planning a big win for his birthday, and thought that Miyagi would be the perfect opponent. He'd been completely wrong. Miyagi saw right through all of Foxy's tricks, and since both of their crews were large enough, they both had referees in play, making cheating impossible. And now, all of his crew, all of his years of hard work, was gone. All that remained was Porche and Hamburg. Now, of course he wasn't going to be honorable about this! He was going to get his crew back!

He waited until it was dark. Miyagi and himself had both docked in Oron City's ports for the night. Their boats were right next to each other, a conveninent set-up for both Captains.

"Porche, Hamburg," he said, shaking them out of their beds, "get up."

"Mmm…" groaned Porche, "Oyabiiiin… What do you waaaant?"

Hamburg giggled idiotically, as he usually tended to do.

"We're gonna get our crew back," said Foxy, rubbing his hands deviously.

"Whaaat?" said Porche, rubbing her eyes, "but Oyabiiin, we can't—"

"Well too bad! I don't want to go through all that hard work again!"

Hamburg snickered, but didn't say anything.

"Ugh. Fiiine!" whined Porche, dragging herself to her dresser. "Just let me get ready."

An hour later (why do women take so long to get dressed?!) they were standing outside Miyagi's ship.

"Oyabin, how are we going to do this? They have almost 1000 men!"

"Half of which are ours, Porche. Don't worry, it'll be a snap."

Porche looked doubtful, but Hamburg pushed her up onto the ship, and she didn't try fighting back.

"Where do we start?" asked Porche, looking around.

"Well, how about we split up?" said Foxy, "Miyagi's bound to be sleeping. And with my powers, I can get rid of him easily. You can go get the crew, and see if anyone from Miyagi's crew wants to join in too. Hamburg can handle the ones who don't. It can get pretty violent, and we don't want that pretty face of yours ruined, now do we?"

Porche giggled, and blushed. Hamburg snorted. Really, all the monkey ever did was laugh.

"We'll see you back on the ship then!" said Porche, heading below-deck.

Foxy headed in the other direction, climbing up a ladder towards the captain's bunk. Miyagi was rather egotistical, and preferred to sleep (literally) higher than all of his crewmates. Foxy, on the other hand, enjoyed his crew's company, and slept below-deck like everyone else. When Foxy reached the top he encountered, a dark-eyed guard, brandishing a longsword. He was about to shout when he realised it was Itomimizu.

"Oyabin?" said the former announcer, his eyes wide.

"Shh!" said Foxy, placing a finger to his lips. "Itomimizu, do you want to go back?"

Tears began welling in Itomimizu's eyes, and he nodded enthusiastically.

"But Oyabin—"

"Yes, I know it's not fair, but we're doing it anyways. Porche's below-deck, meet with her there.

Itomimizu gave him a thumbs-up, and began climbing down the ladder.

Foxy opened the door to Miyagi's room, and creeped inside, tiptoing to Miyagi's bedside.

"Noro Noro!" he whiper-shouted, and snickered when he saw Miyagi's breathing slow.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" said Foxy the next morning.

His crew cheered, including a few new additions.

Meanwhile, back in the port of Oron, Miyagi had woken up.

"FOXY!" he's screamed, looking at the mirror and seeing a monocle, mustache, and several other unspeakable pictures drawn in black permanent marker on his face.

A.N.: Phew. That was a tough one. I kinda made Foxy OOC, since I'd written a plot for the one-shot already, and didn't really want to go back to change it o_o" Shirahoshi was also a tad OOC. I guess today overall was just OOC. I procrastinated too much, which was very OOC for me. Reviews, Favourites, Subscriptions, and Requests are all welcomed and much appreciated! See you on April 6th for Whitebeard!