Hopping Mad On Your Mind:

Nine ladies gathered in the woman's quarters, lounging about.

"So this Professor won over Killer and the guys with a jerky maker thingy and all that loot. But we still need to properly interrogate her. Men can be so stupid sometimes," Clash huffed, "What do we know so far?" she snapped, eating some chips.

"She's got balls of steel. Fists too," Emma supplied, from her spot leaning against her dresser. "Mouthy shithead though."

"You don't think she's after the Captain?"

It was a legitimate concern. Pretty woman tried every so often to seduce their beloved leader and either hand him over to the authorities or kill him outright.

A royal blue eyebrow rose in confusion. "Were we looking at the same bitch? I don't think she's the flirty type. Vulgar yes, but come on she's covered from head to toe. Probably deformed from some science experiment gone wrong. The women he chooses to bed are always beautiful. Tall leggy woman with big busts. She's short and probably round," Joplin giggled, a few others joining in.

"And what's wrong with being short?" Dive huffed, insulted to her very core.

Joplin waved her hands dismissively, "Not like that. Just we don't have to worry about him being seduced by a potato gremlin."

"You know, the Captain loves potatoes, Dive replied mischievously, unwilling to let the short comment go.

"Why the fuck did you have to say that?!" Hop screeched.

"It was funny," the small woman sang. Shouldn't insult me. I'm just as womanly as you are.

"She'll be here tomorrow, we can investigate her motives then," Whitney said in a bored tone. Who really cares? The Captain will do what as he pleases.

House grimaced, ever the peace maker, "I don't think if fair of us to be mean to her. Scientists are cold-hearted; I doubt she's looking for romance. The insult spewing monster we fought had no feminine appeal whatsoever," she said, touching up her make-up.

"Yeah and how many scientists have you met?" Clash asked.

"Well none other than Professor Inator, but I've heard stories. It's just, would we treat her nicer if she was a guy? Is that really fair to her? And calling her ugly, like what are we thirteen?" House asked. The room silenced after that, all of them feeling chastised.

"It's good to be cautious, but the Captain has good instincts. If he thinks someone is one of us, when has he ever been wrong? Honestly none of us have ever brought in loot like that. That crazy bitch steals from the marine's on the regular," Whitney said, busy combing her hair. And now we have fun money to play with. I'm good with her.

Quincy sighed, wanting to learn medical knowledge from their newest member. "Her medicine was superb. I'd like to pick the Professors brain. Just think of her as useful tool. And boss will finally have someone to talk about machines with." Bores us all to tears with that...

"It's because he was enjoying himself, arguing with her. He jokes around with us, but boss doesn't really banter with us. He likes poking her," Hip whined, falling down on her mattress.

Blonde eyebrows wiggled in naughty delight. "So a euphemism for poking her with his dick?"

"Emma!" Hip shouted.

"What?!" the Mohawk having woman shouted, enjoying the chaos, Dive laughing along with her.

"I do not like talking about the Captains, you know?"

"Dick?" Emma asked, smiling. The room's occupants groaned at their perverted friend.

"He was excited earlier," Joplin muttered.

"She's a fancy dangerous toy of course he's excited. Those weird crystals looked sick," Dive said, eager to find out what they did. That lunatic turned people into crystals. Anyone would be interested.

Quincy sighed, filing her nails. "None of us have ever seriously fought him. When we spar he goes easy on us. She took his hits head on. Sure she had her weird ass tech helping her, but she did invent it. He's impressed and we all know a good fight gets his blood pumping. That's all it is." I doubt he's even thinking about her in that light.

"Besides, you heard how she talked about the government. She's as bad as any of us. And a scientist would boost us nicely," said House, reaching for a black lipstick.

Hip frowned. "No his excitement felt more than that. He's already building her a lab. Who is she to make demands?" the short-haired woman complained.

"A mad scientist with cool ass tech. And if he is interested in that manner you can't blame her," Whiney said, finishing her hair and adding a cute bejeweled red headband. Hip and Joplin glared at their dark-skinned crewmate.

Emma sighed sensing an argument. "Hey we all care for the boss, but he's a horny bastard. The only reason he hasn't visited the brothels lately is he's self-conscious of his missing arm and those new scars. But we all know he has the libido of a raging bull. Who really cares who he fucks, just that he is or he's a right fuckhead to put up with," the slender woman snorted. "So long as they don't try to betray him or anything, who he gets his rocks off to is none of our concern. But for real, you guys are reading into this way too much. They just met and she hardly seemed interested in anything like romance."

"All the Professor wanted was a lab to work in and a small bedroom. I for one don't relish the idea of bunking with a lunatic anyway," Quincy added, not really seeing the problem.

"We don't know what happened when she knocked us out," Hop pointed out, concerned. "It was enough to make the loudmouth clam up."

"I doubt the Captain will ever tell. And there's no way any of us are getting Killer to talk," House replied.

The shortest woman stood, popping her back. "Dive?" asked Emma.

"That jerky smells delicious, I'm out," she said heading for the door. Honestly Joplin and Hip need to get over themselves. If Kid hasn't bothered by now, he probably never will.

"You shitty carnivore," Hip complained, throwing a pillow at the shorter woman, who dodged easily.

"Hey anything Killer makes is heavenly, I'm not missing out," the short woman said, done with this conversation.

"Pigtails does have a point. Let's go before they notice our absence," Clash muttered.

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Most of the crew was in gallery with Killer and Maoi manning their new toy. Together they were thinking up marinades and flavor combos they could try. "We're doing hickory smoked next!" the large man shouted to cheers.

Kid took off to his workshop after trying some of Killer's Teriyaki Jerky. It was divine.

And so the blonde filled his crewmates in on what he had learned. "She is definitely dangerous as we all saw, but Professor Inator really wants a lab and the ability to travel. Only a pirate crew could provide that. Kid is always spot on about identifying a true Kid Pirate. I know her attitude is shitty but the few things we've seen her make are impressive. I'd advise everyone to be wary but not hostile unless she warrants it."

Nods were given in their second in command's direction. Killer told them all about the tech she had shared. The crew gasped. "We can power the ship with dead marines? That metal as fuck!" Thrill shouted, throwing his hand up into the horns symbol and sticking his tongue out.

"Bio-fuel. She's a twisted bitch alright," snorted Forte.

"Naw its eco-friendly. She's just getting rid of trash," Clash snickered.

The room broke out in peels of macabre laughter.

"So that coat helped her fight. Pretty smart move making an opponent think their hits aren't that effective. Captain sure knows how to spot 'em," said Compo, his friends readily agreeing with him.

Killer sighed, preparing for the hardest part of this conversation. "Now because of her danger level Kid and I have decided on something we've never done to a new member. I know it's intrusive and I'm the last person who should disrespect a person's privacy but, ..."

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Jam greatly enjoyed visiting the shops, buying some clothes, shoes, make-up, and a large fluffy blanket. Ah a proper wardrobe. And no more sleeping in tents or in government buildings.

She found a medical supply shop and purchased vials, flasks, and decanters, but as she suspected, the store was lacking. She even got some basic chemicals she could use, the purity levels surprisingly decent.

The townspeople were subdued, likely a result of the visiting pirates. Still not a bad place to load up on things. I wonder if they've noticed the lack of marines?

Heading back to the base, she got to work bagging up all of her belongings. Stopping by the kitchen for a drink, she realized her dehydrator was missing, a small note in its place.

Took machine to set it up: Killer

That bastard just wanted more jerky and shit. And I needed to dry out more things! Fuming, she stomped about, till she saw how neatly he set out her plants. Hissing in annoyance, she took the dried out plants and began the process of crushing and refining her chemicals, perhaps grinding with far too much force. That shitty no good blond twat...

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Kid was tinkering by his lonesome, lost in thought. That little squeal had been cute. And the only reason he maintained his composure was Killer being right there. Not giving that blonde bastard any material to work with. Keh, he was fangirling over a jerky maker. Fucking dork.

The Professor's laboratory was coming along nicely. The lab itself was situated across from his workshop in the bowels of the ship. Her bedroom was small and attached to the front of the lab. He ordered UK to make a bed frame and dresser and sent Heat to grab a mattress. It had been a lot of work, but all those stolen goods had more than enough paid for it. Those meager purchases didn't make a dent in anything.

The trash talking little mouth had been on his mind since lunchtime. Lipstick was a weakness of his since he was a small boy. Her pretty purple lips... He snapped the piece of metal that was in his hands clean in two.

The brothel. I need a break and clearly there's something wrong if I'm thinking 'bout that shitty gremlin. Fuck this is the first town we've chilled at since our fight with Red Hair, I'm pent up.

Mind made up, he stretched and headed off the ship before anyone noticed. It didn't take long and soon he was behind closed doors, a willowy blue haired beauty in a tiny pink dress his chosen company for the evening. She batted long eyelashes up at him, "Good evening. I am-"

Kid interrupted her with a frown, "I don't care about that wench. If I wanted conversation, I'd have chatted up some bitch at the bar. Strip and get on your knees."

The woman flinched at his harsh tone, but felt compelled to obey. A supernova captain was not the type of person she could ignore. His metal arm and numerous scars made her nervous, but she had little choice in the matter. She sighed internally and steeled herself for the evening.

Kid smirked and got comfy on the bed's edge. She reached up and began undoing his pants, a soft smile on her pretty face. An expert at her craft, the woman began by enveloping him nearly whole, a grunt of satisfaction making its way out of dark lips. She's good. Fuck I needed this.

He's so big. I figured he was, but wow. The tall woman used both her hands and mouth to keep the notoriously angry man happy, alternating her technique and paying attention to his groans to see what he liked best. She kept her head down, knowing that most pirates liked submissive woman. Bobbing her head the woman licked him from base to tip, enjoying the sharp hiss her client made. She then got a rhythm going, taking him in deeply as possibly. Kid had thrown his head back, and began inhaling deeply, the pressure of an oncoming orgasm approaching rapidly. He could feel himself getting ever closer, his breathing becoming labored, "Shit..." he huffed.

Without warning, he held her head against himself, cumming roughly in her mouth. She had expected as much, gagging slightly from the pressure. He leaned back, enjoying the after effects of his high. He pulled her up into his lap, his hand groping her ample chest and his mouth biting at her neck. She groaned in appreciation. Kid then reached downwards, checking to see how ready she was. He grinned, easily sticking two fingers into her, making her moan his name loudly. He teased her clit slowly for just a moment before he decided she was ready.

The redhead didn't give her much time to recuperate before he had lifted the slender woman and threw her on the bed. "Ass up," he bit out, rolling a condom down on himself, knowing it was better to be safe than sorry and not wanting to leave surprises everywhere.

He can't have recovered so quickly. Her butt was smacked hard, causing her yelp in surprise. "Ass up woman. I ain't asking again," Kid pulled her to the edge of the bed and lined himself up with her entrance, pushing in roughly.

She screamed out harshly, feeling a overwhelming sensation of both pain and pleasure from his treatment. The tall man wasted no time in fucking the woman roughly, pulling at her long hair, making her neck stain backwards. He loved biting, starting at her shoulder and going up her neck. Mouth kisses were too intimate for him, but there were many other ways to use his lips.

Sometime later, a thoroughly pleased man left, deciding to swing by the bar before heading back to his ship. Gods could that woman scream my name. Maybe I should've gotten hers. He thought was a devious grin, a swagger in his step.

He ran into some of his crew milling about, all of them in seemingly high spirits. With nary a marine out, it was nice to relax. Maybe that gremlin's got a point in attacking them first, he thought, ordering a double shot of whiskey, on the rocks, slightly bothered at his train of thought. Don't want her on my mind right now. He quickly downed the shot and ordered another, relaxing for the evening. A few of his subordinates stopped by, laughing and joking like usual and one brave bar maid even flirted a bit, resulting in some groping and grinding on the dance floor. It was a nice night. Even with one arm, I still pull woman.

At about a quarter to midnight was when he felt it, that twisting madness tinged with glee off in the distance. Just what's got the Professor so worked up? he thought not sensing anyone else. Fuck I just got the little shit off of my mind. Snagging a bottle of rum to go, the muscular man used his powers to quickly glide over to the western cliff in time to see a beached marine vessel be blown to bits. He had to shield his eyes, the flames were so bright. And then he heard it, mad cackling and a very upbeat number. There on the shore was a pile of loot and in-between those crates, the professor, twisting and turning, hopping about in sheer delight.

Not wanting to alert her, he sat down and silently chuckled to himself. This loony little twat was actually dancing, like some demented leprechaun. Only instead of a pot of gold, stolen loot. In place of a rainbow, those sky licking flames. A metal leprechaun.

Dr. Inator heard a deep guff, sounding like it was being muffled behind a hand. Glancing up discreetly, she saw her Captain, perched on the cliff, a bottle in his right hand. He's a nosy bastard isn't he?

There wasn't anything she really needed, except the blender she found, but the gold and other supplies needn't go to waste. She turned off her radio and smiled to herself. By now, the man had jumped down, landing directly behind her. Does he enjoy playing predator?

"You really do have it in for the Government don't ya?" he chuckled, sauntering over, a bit tipsy.

Jam pauses, her cracked smile a reflection of a cracked mind. "Yep, stealing everything here and leaving a demolished base is my calling card. Sometimes when I'm lucky, a new ship will come along, and the absolute devastation in their faces when the base is just gone brings unfettered joy to my tiny dead heart," she giggles. Oh the fun I've had.

He barked out a laugh, taking sip of rum. "So the base?

"Tomorrow after I clear out a few things. You need any metal?"

"I always need metal," the tall man scoffed.

"The kitchen is full of crap too. I'm guessing the jerky king can be in charge of that," said Professor Inator with a smirk. Kid quirked a non-existent eyebrow at her. "That loser ran off with my dehydrator," she complained, folding her arms across her chest. Fucking lousy thief.

Kid's burgundy lips split into a delighted grin, thinking of the delicious jerky Killer had made. "He's been using it nonstop. Sent Jaguar and Wire out to go hunting for more exotic game," the redhead laughed.

"I'm going to need to build another one then," she said pouting, having already anticipated this.

"You'd give it to him then just like that?" he asked snapping his fingers, knowing how happy it would make Killer.

"Preserving food means we have a stockade of emergency rations that are chalk full of nutrients. If that giant furball wants to do the work, who am I stop him? I hate cooking. Anyway, there's another industrial oven and plenty of fans back at the base. I'll just make another one later tonight. It's not a big deal."

Kid focused his arm out at the ship's remains; some burned metal twisting towards him. Focusing his power he made a large metal box. "Put the loot in there and I can take it back to the ship later," he ordered.

An eyebrow rose in surprise. "That's a sweet ability. Why make the guys carry the stuff back earlier then?"

"Feh some of those lazy bastards need the exercise. And its grunt work not Captain's work," he smiled arrogantly.

She snorted. What an ego. Loading up the metallic container quickly she turned around, grabbing her radio and blender. Not expecting him to follow her, she furrowed her brow when she heard him stomping behind her. What does he want now? It was a silent walk back to the base, the sound of crunching snow the only noise for several minutes.

Making her way inside, she headed straight for the kitchen, the ship's destruction resulting in her being peckish. She rummaged in the fridge grabbing some grapes and stuff for making a ham sandwich.

Kid watched her like a hawk. "Make me some too. Captain's orders," he smirked, finishing off his bottle of rum.

She snorted to herself. "What tired after screwing that whore?" He's bossy as hell. How hard is it to ask nicely you cunt?

The smirk vanished from his face in an instant, a scowl emerging, and a questioning look present in his narrowed amber eyes. "You smell like cheap perfume," she clarified, tossing a plate and beer in his direction and sitting down herself, grabbing a coke instead.

The copious amounts of liquor had loosened his tongue, making him even more apt than usual to talk. "Che, what business is it to you?" the redhead asked, taking a bite of the sandwich. Jealous perhaps? he thought with glee.

"I don't care. I hate bad smells is all," she sniffed dramatically.

"I don't stink-" he began, offended.

"Yeah for a pirate you're surprising clean," Professor Inator admitted. "You can smell some fucks from downwind. Smell 'em before you see them. Anyway, you should pay attention to that. If they coat themselves with that much perfume they probably don't shower between clients. Ew," she said with a shutter.

Kid pursed his lips, "Oh and how do you know that? Been a working girl?"

She bristled at his accusation and mocking tone. "Whorehouses are good sources of rumors and information you pig. And I'm only informing you to warn you. It would do me no good to find a crew only for you to die from screwing a dirty hoe."

"Che," he snorted. "I wear a condom. I'm not brain dead."

Jam rolled her eyes and started eating, removing her gloves and lowering her collar. Kid, never one for silence had to keep at it. "You think you're better than girls like that?"

She frowned, wondering how much to reveal to him. "Not exactly, at least not for the reason you're thinking. I am better than most people, but that's because of my talent not because of their life choices. I feel bad for poor women forced into that line of work. I also don't think it's my business to judge women who want to perform that work, especially considering the shit I get up to. But I've encountered more than my fair share of brothel workers who are absolute cunts. And I'm big on germs so the perfume thing makes me gag. I know sometimes they don't have a choice; there's little time between clients, but fuck that's gross," she said, making a face.

Nibbling on her sandwich, she continued, "I stayed on island of Hakken for over a year, studying under an established scientist. There was a brothel nearby that functioned as an information hub. Dr. Erlenmeyer, my mentor, loved his whores and was especially fond of a woman named Carmen. She always gave me grief, calling me prude, ugly, bitch, you name it. She assumed I looked down on her from the get go and treated me like trash. She also hated it when the Doc praised my work. It irked her. But the hell if I was interested a man older than my dad. All I wanted was to learn. Woman was delusional. But I quickly grew to hate her too. She had way too much control over my mentor and it made my life difficult. I just couldn't fathom how such a smart man would subject himself to her whims. The amount of research funds he wasted on that cocksucker," Jam sighed, thinking of all the stupid projects she had to do only to realize her great mentor was squandering their wealth on foolish short-sighted desires. The experiments that got canceled because of that horn-ball makes my blood boil even now.

Finishing her sandwich, the scientist continued, "Carmen had another women there try and sell me to a decrepit lunatic after a pretty nasty argument. That was a fun evening. Fifteen year old me fell for stupid shit from time to time. So I'm a bit salty, sue me." She threw her hands up in exasperation.

"You were tricked by a dumb whore?" Kid asked, a bit of glee slipping into his voice, already having inhaled his plate of food.

The woman scoffed. "She wasn't dumb. For weeks she played nice and told me what a bitch Carmen was. Felt like we bonded. She told me I could have a meeting with a broker upstairs who could supply me with lithium. She was kind and said she set it up to help me and because it gave her a cut. The story was believable and I really needed a new supplier. I went and was surrounded by the freak's friends, who all wanted a turn at breaking me in," she shuddered at the memory. Old guy was disgusting.

"Got away and hid for a week recovering. Told the other junior scientists I got attacked in an alleyway. I poisoned those two cunts and lit the brothel on fire. My stupid mentor was inconsolable." That was a shitty week.

He whistled in morbid appreciation. "A killer at fifteen. Got you beat though. First kill at lucky number thirteen," he gloated, making finger guns with both arms. That fuckhead should have never attacked Killer.

The professor nodded in assent. "World's fucked. You do what you gotta."

Frowning, he decided to get to his issue with her attitude. "Lots of the crew makes use of brothels. One of 'em used to work at one. Don't go insulting shit you know nothin' about," he ordered.

Jam crossed her arms over her chest. "I wasn't insulting sex workers. You perceived it as an insult because you're sensitive," she mocked, annoyed with his tone.

"I ain't SENSITIVE! he bellowed.

She stood up and yelled back, "Yes the fuck you are, you hothead!"

He then stood up, towering over the petite woman. "Say that shit again, you mouthy bitch!"

Professor Inator saw red, hopping nimbly onto the table so she could glare at him directly. To anyone watching it would have been hilarious. "You are a hotheaded contemptuous bastard," she said, enunciating each word with a poke to his chest.

Still a bit intoxicated, he swung wide and missed. "Don't poke at me with your pointy little nails!" he hissed.

Smirking to herself, Jam raised her hand quickly bypassing his defenses to jab her finger in his side, making him grunt. Kid was slower and missed his chance to stop her but used his metallic hand to grab at her other hand. Yanking her forward like a ragdoll, he used her momentary confusion to snatch her other hand and pin them together, pulling her down off the table, just to spite her. "Ha! No poking!"

He felt rather proud of himself until he became aware of what kind of position she was in. The petite woman was stretched out, her hands above her head, her feet dangling slightly off the floor, and her chest pushed forward, so much so that even with her loose coat he could see definite proof of a feminine chest...

"Let go of me you shitty barbarian!" she screamed, angry he was lording his height over her. He's got ten seconds before I kick the shit outta him.

Kid meanwhile was fighting back his embarrassment, his face reddening. Those have to be some nice sized tits if I can see them with that bulky coat. Crap, her hands are soft. Struggling with himself, he threw her away from his body, causing her to stumble backward.

Clearing his throat he said, "I am NOT sensitive. I just don't need you starting shit with another crewmember."

Jam huffed, thoroughly irritated with the redhead's antics. Fucking tosspot. If it weren't for the lab and his cool powers I'd punch him smack dab in his stupid face. "Whatever," she hissed, righting her lab coat and stepping away. She popped her wrist and back in a huff. Huh, that stretch was good for something. Loosened up my muscles from all that hunching over I did earlier gathering materials. Still wanna punch his ugly mug though.

Kid shifted from foot to foot. Did I injure her wrist? Fuck. "That didn't hurt you or anything?" He tried not to fight seriously with crewmembers as he sometimes forgot his own strength especially with his mechanical arm.

The short woman sighed, "I'm not made of glass, idiot. I can handle you just fine. I was tense from all the work I earlier; you just stretched me out." Before he could say anything else, she abruptly added, "Anyway, it's late as fuck. I'm going to sleep. Night," and stomped away. Grouchy uncouth bastard. I get his concern for this people; it's kinda cute he cares so much. Doesn't mean he gets to be a dick to me.

For a moment he stood there dazed. She runs off when she's upset. Probably got mad I dragged her off the table. She had to stand on a table to be taller than me. She's ridiculous, he thought chuckling to himself.

Having no reason to stay, he left after that, a yawn escaping him. Stopping near the now burnt down ship, he attracted the box of goods he made and brought it to his body, setting in on his shoulder before ambling to his ship. He left the stuff on the deck, heading for his cabin and passing out promptly.

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Dreams were a funny thing. The mind could take random tidbits of real life and splice them into a full-fledged event. Kid dreamed often; his mind ablaze with ideas and hopes. New builds, destroying enemies, finding the One Piece...Hell as a horny bastard he even had a fair share of naughty dreams, usually starring a faceless beauty or some combination of woman he had been with. But tonight, all his mind could focus on were piercing coffee eyes holding his gaze, delicate fingers gripping his thighs, and a lovely purple pout sucking on his throbbing-

The tall man awoke with a hiss, angry at himself. The fuck is this shit. I got turned on by that? I don't know what her face fully looks like. I screwed that bitch at the brothel, what is wrong me? Stupid fuck ass Killer putting the idea of banging the bitchy gremlin in my head.

Still grumbling, he reached down finding himself rock hard. With practiced ease, he gripped his thick member, building up a steady pace. He made an attempt at picturing the busty piece of ass from the brothel but his mind wouldn't let up on the little professor's image. It's her fault too for the shit she talked about.

He had brief flashes of the dream conversation he had with Jam. "Better than some dirty whore. I'm not tired out from fucking half the goddamn town. We can go as long as your pitiful ass can keep up," she said glaring up at him.

Inside his cabin, he blushed heavily. Why the fuck did he have to find her attractive? Another glimpse of his dream had him reeling. "You can be as rough as you like, I can handle it," she teased. Kid began grunting, picking up speed with his pumping. "Want me to take off my coat so you can see how big my tits are? Or maybe let you poke me back for earlier?" His dick began leaking pre-sum like crazy, her teasing tone sending him into overdrive. "You really like to stretch me out, huh?" she purred.

It wasn't long after till he came, his breathing labored. God damn it, felt like I came harder from that than with the screamer from earlier. He grabbed a towel from the side of his bed and cleaned himself off, having gotten ejaculate all over his hand and stomach. He ran his fingers through his hair, sweating slightly. The sun was already up, yellow rays peaking in to the room. Making his way to his personal bathroom, he decided to shower and get ready for the day.

Breakfast was damn near silent, the crew noticing how distracted their leader looked, lost in his thoughts. While he didn't seem angry, more confused than anything, they all decided to give him space. He ate slowly, sipping his coffee and mulling over his plans for today. Peering into the cup, he was reminded of the little woman's eyes and promptly frowned. "Hip, get me some juice!"

"Certainly boss. Right away," the blonde woman jumped up, eager to assist her Captain.

This place is too peaceful. He was damn near done with the basic setup for the lab and there were no enemies in sight. It was fucking with his mind...

"Kid?" Killer asked, tilting his head. What's wrong with him? He never drinks juice unless there's alcohol involved.

"Hm?"

"You've been staring off into space for ten minutes. You good?"

The amber eyed man grunted and chugged down his orange juice. The blonde wisely thought to let it be. Sometimes Kid just wasn't a morning person. "Thought we should shop today and restock. We really don't need too much, especially with all that loot and the new shit we found on the deck this morning, but everyone needs a few odds and ends. Coming?"

Kid nods, stretching his long limbs, following his best friend and a few of his crew members off the ship. The town had since put two and two together and realized that the marine base was no more, most likely the result of their pirate guests. Wisely, they decided to play it cool and hope for the best.

Suffocating nervousness was the feeling prevailing the town, but it was contained enough to not upset the pirates. Yuki no Namida was a small town, but they prided themselves on having a nice selection of basic supplies, as it kept the visitors happy and less likely to cause destruction. Retail therapy had soothed the muscular man somewhat, goofing off with his buddies was always a riot.

They had purchased all kinds of random stuff, and still hadn't put much of a dent in their stash. Things were looking up for once. "All we need now is perishables, but we'll get those on the last day here," said Killer, checking over the supply list Clash and Bubblegum put together.

Kid smirked, his lips stretching out to grin at his best friend. "The Professor said the Jerky King could clean out the base's kitchen."

Killer scratched his chin scuff. "Not a bad idea. Free is free. Mad I took her machine?"

The younger man waved his partner's concerns off. "Naw, said she'd build another. You can keep the one you stole."

"Really?!" the tall blonde practically squealed, before calmly coughing and adding, "So she can be levelheaded. Good." It's all mine? Ooh I can take my time drying out some spices for later.

Kid rolled his eyes fondly at his dorky friend. "Volunteered you to make snacks with it," the redhead teased till he remembered he was thinking about her again, if only tangentially. Fuck, I was just focused on food.

"Speaking of snacks, we getting lunch?" Jaguar whined. It's been ages since breakfast.

"That bar from our first day here wasn't bad. Let's go," Kid replied, always hungry himself.

The large crew worked those cooks ragged, all of his mates having voracious appetites. But it had been delicious. The poor staff was exhausted when the group left, shutting down the place as they were low on lots of ingredients.

"When is the gremlin joining us?" Wire asked, staring off in the distance.

Kid shrugged, not wanting to think of her anymore today. Goddamn it Wire.

"It's too bad this small island doesn't have anything to do," sighed Papas, kicking a rock.

"Emma said that waitress told her it's always been a peaceful town," added Snare, bored as well. There wasn't much to do here. Not even any good shops to visit. And I needed more fabric.

Making his way back to the ship, Kid was surprised to see the Professor on the docks with several bags, sitting on her new dehydrator. Speak of the fucking devil and she shall appear...

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As of the Egghead Arc, we learn energy is a precious resource, making her bio-fuel an invaluable asset. I know it's not possible to do in the time span she does, but hey science-fiction guys. Solent green is people. And I do base it partly on real life science-they turn dead people into diamonds for jewelry. It's insane. They're called Ash Diamonds.

Kid and lots of his crew wear makeup. He can't be dirty. His hair is styled back and he clearly wears nail polish, eyeliner, and lipstick. And with that stump he would have to be clean, least he risk infection. Killer's hair would be a rat's nest without proper care. Plus with six canonically confirmed ladies, I don't think the ship is filthy. Not perfect and it definitely gets coated in blood and guts during battle, but the crew keeps it tip top. So many authors make them grimy as fuck. Like not a little grimy, but downright disgusting.

Kid is a great character and the crew he has looks interesting. I love the interactions we've seen, especially how they copied Killer's laugh he's insecure about. Kid does not want to like Jam as anything more than a useful crewmember. He's doesn't want those type of feelings for anyone. Mindless sex is fine. Feelings, fuck no. His brain is warping their conversation to be naughty much to his annoyance. This punk likes her spunk.

Kid does in fact canonically have the type of Haki that allows him to sense opponents. That's how he knows Luffy lost in Wano. And in 1079 that's how come Kid looks so surprised when Shanks appears right in front of him. Apparently Shanks can kill off an opponent's Observation Haki making it easy for him to sneak up on them.

Jam is judgmental. Very much so. Sometimes she's a total bitch. I want her to feel real, with real faults based on her life experiences. Highly intelligent, highly immature most of the time. Kind as she pleases, cruel as she feels, she is a manipulative emotional roller coaster. That's how I designed her and she'll stay true to form. She will grow; character growth is important, but this account is to help me as a writer work on characterization without being all over the place. Jam will dislike characters I adore because of her nature. She will shit-talk them and maybe even try to kill them. It all depends.

Sorry it took so long to update. I write outside under a tree sometimes and I got some type of bug bite on my ear. Luckily it wasn't in deep. The swelling gave me crazy headaches though. And now I'm hesitant to sit outside...

Spoilers for 1081:

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WTF Oda! First the Victoria Punk and now the Polar Tang?! I'm hoping the Heart Pirates are ok the same as with the Kid Pirates. Just Law and Bepo making it isn't worth shit in my opinion. Like Kid, Law would be devastated if his crew perished. Don't Gecko Moria anyone!

Several people are like oh well then Law and Kid can join Luffy. That's bullshit and a bad choice that seemingly caters to the fandom but cripples the storyline. Luffy already has a prior captain in Jimbe, two more is overkill. Plus I like him having rivals as so many manga fuck up with the MC and leave them alone in terms of power at the end. That's so boring. I love their shit-talking and taunting to one another; a subordinate doesn't do that.

I like the fight between Garp and Aokiji. Who is greater the mentor or the mentored? I'm not even mad at Blackbeard-he's a well written villain who plays his part well. I don't like the whole ten members and other Luffy parallels. It makes BB feel like his rival and just dumps the supernovas. Oda had better not. BB is 40, one year older than Shanks, so I don't consider him part of Luffy's generation and therefore ineligible to be a rival. He is current pillar of strength, one to be toppled over by the new generation. He's literally been a pirate since he was child.

Sulong Bepo was so cool and proof Wano was rushed because why else didn't we see him there? I hate the whole Killer ate a Smile so he can't swim and save anyone...I hoping another member saves everyone or maybe even some other giants. I feel it's going to be some time before we hear anything on our two supernova captains. I really want to see Sabo too...

I was asked to put together a composite list of the cannon proof (as in manga panels, screenshots, SBS info, etc) I use to interpret characters, specifically for Kid and Law. I'm considering it; it would be fun. But I don't believe it would pull any interest? Thoughts?