Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece

I had to change the rating of this story from T to M over how raunchy it got in the fourth chapter. I'm sorry for that, but luckily it wasn't something so bad it will traumatize you for the rest of your lives. Thank you all for reading this far in my prequel, finished this last chapter the same day I posted the four chapter which took me weeks to write. Now that you know a little bit more about Fletcher's secondmate, formerly fifth or sixth, how will that change your review on my former or current story with him in a crew?

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Christopher didn't know if his brain functioned the same being knocked out as it did when he managed to finally go to sleep. What he could see was a statue of the monster that defeated him looking and smelling of mildew. The atmosphere was eerie with only light on the statue; everywhere else was pitch black. He took a few steps towards the statue to get a closer look. He looked at the closed mouth once filled with lots of teeth. Something about it made his nape hair prickle and his tongue to throb looking at it.

He should have listened to those signs because out of the statue came L-Anya with full vigor and rage all over her face.

She came down on him like a cheetah lunging at its prey! He reached for his blade, but it wasn't there. She pinned him down pressing her weight on him while her fingers clawed in his arms. She stared at him with malicious intent.

"You failed me, but you can be useful some other way."

She opened her mouth and bite down on his lips. The whole experience after that was painful, every part of him was mauled or scratched by the princess, she was a voracious sadist through and through. The only part she didn't inflict pain on was his groin, but she did touch it.

His body would remember this pain of having his legs, arms, and chest sliced into sentimentally, but his groin would remember this as a violating experience that catalyzed something beautiful. Once he was limp and unable to move, she perched herself where his groin was and unzipped his pants.

Instead of seeing her writhe on his special area, he saw a white light with a young girl floating in this light. She looked seven to ten years old-around the age he was when he was trained to use his Devil Fruit. She had seafoam long wavy green hair, green gold eyes, a beige cloth constructed to act as a one-piece clothing, and a golden toad pin on the side of her right breast which do to her age was just a nipple with no fat inside.

She spoke softly. "Cedina. Cedina."

Christopher tried speaking to her but was mute in what he said. He had so many questions but couldn't say them.

"Remember me for I am your daughter, daddy."

'Daughter?!'

He tried to get up and hold this girl believing her to be his daughter...believing her to be with him right there and then. What he got instead was a glint of a towel made of some kind of alloy and the cumulus clouds in their many numbers barely agape from each other.

He could feel on his cheek he was back in the dinghy he spent days sailing in with Eugene. Speaking of him, he was standing over him with the couple Noehi and Kuki behind him. Eugene had a malicious grin on his face, could tell some of his beard was going to stuff itself behind his gums, while both Noehi and Kuki were shivering pressing their hands against their mouths.

Whatever reason brought Christopher here, he could tell it wasn't going to be good. Heck, he just now realized there was a metal guard over his mouth stopping him from using the best of his skills and powers.

"You failed to eliminate the Black Sabbath and the Changeling...that left you with only one more use for Lady L-Anya. Now that you've fulfilled it...it's time for me to throw you where no one can find you. I think you and I had some fun; I'm just going to relish getting rid of you more. Noehi and Kuki already gave their apologies and saved your pathetic ass so just close your eyes and prepare to drown."

Christopher was lifted up to the old man's neck before he was thrown in the ocean.

And then-he closed his eyes preparing for it to be over.

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After L-Anya took up the previous kings' role, many of the servants were given a raise and garbs that looked expensive and covered them neck to knees.

A trio of servants- a wizen female with black bowlcut hair covered by a white handkerchief and two males-were heading to Lady L-Anya's bedroom thinking it was their turn to get a uniform upgrade.

They opened the door to see shards of oyster shells strewn in a pit of marble where the chickens were eating, a bed with expensive silk and four pillars keeping the sheets tented over it. The walls were in complete darkness. For some reason L-Anya shrouded herself in the darkness calling out to the servants.

"Walk closer."

They kept tiptoeing and watching their steps until they stopped by the bed of chickens and shells. They stopped because something dashed from one end of the room to the other, only a little fringe of blonde hair and something blue and triangular swishing with the figure.

The door behind them slammed shut before they could make another move, and heard L-Anya's voice breathing down their necks.

"You all do exceptionally well at your jobs. It's such a shame your jobs have been to help your king lure women in, steal food for him, and help him getting away with selling impotent horses. Although what you did is deplorable it could be forgiven by a hardworking, righteous lady. But I am..."

The roiling of the fetid smell assailed their noses. Although they were nearly petrified and trembling by the sound of her voice, they turned ninety degrees to see what she looked like. What greeted them was not a teenage girl with a frilly dress and an umbrella but an eight-foot monster with four octopus' appendages behind it, black shells for eyebrows, legs of a hair with dorsal fins protruding from the calves, and a black beak replacing the orifice she spoke from. Her voice was cracklier but made a thunderous noise when she spoke.

"A HUNGRY DEMON!"

She lunged towards the male behind the elderly lady first sticking her beak in his left eye! The more he screamed in agony the harder she pushed the beak until he just lose his voice and his muscles!

The remaining two lost their footing when the chickens scratched their claws in the back of their legs causing them to stumble backwards and fall into the oystery shells. The chickens circled them, their stances those of beasts about to attack larger ailing prey. However, it was the demon who looked down on them wither her four tentacles keeping her balance.

Her beak melded into a mouth. Instead of that thunderous sound that was her demon voice, she spoke in her soothing princess voice.

"That's right; I ate a fruit with the essence of Asmodeus inside of it. Once you take on the essence of a demon you need human flesh and spirit in order to continue living. But don't worry...with three bodies I can last months without having to take another life."

As she spoke, her dorsal fin slit the throat of the other man splattering the shells with blood. Each of the chicken hurried to the shells to start nibbling the ones with blood, the man alive long enough to witness this horror before he breathed his last breath and keeled over.

The lady was tangled in two tentacles, raised up to L-Anya's height as her mouth melded back into a beak. Even though her expression was harder to tell with a beak instead of a mouth...the lady could see a gleam of joy in her eyes.

"WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH YOU?!"

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On an island that was once only inhabited by monsters now inhabited by a sole young male, a two-headed Roc were watching his and her adopted son get ready for a journey into the vast world in the hopes of becoming the next King of the Pirates.

With clothes he took from a sunken ship now dried for him to wear and a tiny bag with a few rations for when he got hungry, he hugged both of his parent's long necks and ruffled feather bodies before dashing towards the edge of the cliff.

He opened his arms flapping them like a bird. He had even gotten good at using these wings to fly, but for this journey he was going to need the wind, so a strong gust of wind pushed him off and launched him into the sky.

Next thing they knew he was using the turbulence to fly through the air! He was going northward towards an island that actually had people in it.

"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" He shouted, his voice like a sonicboom with the raging gale. "I'm off to find a crew, learn about my past and become a king that can show people the power of birds. But first, watch me sex this sky."

Up until the last part the parents were impressed.

"I really wish he'd stop comparing kestrels to all other birds."

"I just hope he remembered what we taught him about talking to strangers."

The head on the right side smiled. "I'm sure the first friend he makes will be patient, supportive and do anything to make protect him. Just you wait, they'll be there to protect our fletching Fletcher."

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The sea so quiet at the time with swans diving down to rest their weary wings and feet...interrupted by a loud splash coming out of the water!

Christopher resurfaced. The very first thing his father did before letting him leave the island was create balloons that enlarged when they get wet to save him from drowning. Little did the young assassin know it would actually come in handy.

Resurfacing was the easy part; the hard part was getting the mask off otherwise he'd die of starvation or thirst...and that is if it was a nice day out and the Sea Beasts weren't hungry.

Concealed in his pants was a knife-a knife that was two-sided and positioned that he could scrap his tied hands against it to break himself free. Now that his hands were free he could pull it out and stick it in the mask covered in spittle.

He used the spit smeared knife to get the lock on the mechanism behind his mask, soon unfastened it from his face. He could now elongate his tongue, but he was too far in ocean for their to be anything to launch him to dry land.

A galleon with insignia of beaver holding a fork and knife with a plate of simmering half-chewed board stenciled with the word MARINES in black ink on it sailed his way. Without wasting a second he stretched his tongue to the ship deck. He was sure his tongue was touching a cannon-that was better than a foot or the helm of the ship. He used the power of his tongue to pull himself on the deck.

He fell on the ship sodden and out of breath. He just hoped the captain would let him rest and sail him to the nearest island where he could get a boat of his own.

Wishful thinking, the captain and his crew all pointed their flintlocks at his face. They weren't as generous as he helped, but at least they were courteous enough to let him stand up before trying to shoot him. Christopher inhaled and exhaled four more times before he finally spoke to them.

"Who wants to take a shot at me first?"