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Chapter 15

Sleeping on a normal ship was much different than a submarine. Despite traveling on the water and not inside it there were a few other differences. The temperature was much lower and the red lights inside the submarine was nowhere to be seen.

It was a bit more open in a way and one wasn't trapped beneath the waters, hoping there wouldn't come any damage to the ship. However, whether it be a normal pirate ship or the yellow submarine that many knew, Rosalie couldn't sleep.

Blue eyes stared up at the wooden ceiling above and a sigh escaped a pair of plush lips. Who would've thought that insomnia was such an irritating illness? She managed to squeeze in a few hours of sleep until she woke up once again, unable to return to unconsciousness.

She understood half of the reason she couldn't get some shuteye. It was mostly because she was on a strange ship with very strange and dangerous people who she didn't trust in the slightest. Her paranoia always had a way of making her sleep with one eye open.

The other reason…was a pain to think about. Rosalie ran a hand through her red strands as she stood up. She glanced at her side, her mother's dagger catching her eye and shook her head. She was just being paranoid again.

Knowing staying in her room wasn't going to do her any good, she quickly changed and strapped her weapons on her belt. She made sure to keep the leather journal on her person before she exited the room.

Rosalie silently slipped out, not wanting to wake anyone that could still be sleeping up. She eyed Killer's door, expecting it to open and found nothing happened. Shrugging, she walked off and exited onto the deck of the ship which was completely empty.

Are they still sleeping? It made sense, though. Dawn was halfway breaking through white puffy clouds, the horizon shining with new colours of red, orange and yellow that painted the blue sky. It was breath-taking and not something one would see when living on a submarine.

Rosalie hummed in deep thought as she stared out towards the ocean, her arms crossed and using the railing for support. She may have been on one rowdy pirate ship but currently it was silent and calm, something she appreciated.

She reached within one of her pockets inside her pants and pulled out a small white paper. The paper moved in the direction the sailed and she smiled softly. It was the Vivre card that Bepo gave her and she felt relieved that she was still traveling in the right direction.

"Now that's something you don't see every day" A voice spoke up behind her and Rosalie was quick to clench her fist to hide the paper. She glanced back to see Poison standing on the deck, a cigar in his mouth.

"Morning."

"Morning! You're up very early. You know the tradition is that you sleep dead until you're either woken up or the ship's under attack" Poison said as he came in next to Rosalie, her one hand pocketing as she put away the Vivre card.

"I guess I'm not used to that way. I'm usually up early being the cook and all. I guess that's why you're up as well" Rosalie stated and Poison chuckled. He lit his cigar and inhaled deeply before exhaling a large smoke cloud.

"Probably. Then again, I'm awake when the sky's awake. Don't be too surprised that some of the men are already up and running. Captain is usually one of them. Busy with stuff in his office…" Poison informed Rosalie.

"You said you were the cook, right? Want to help me prepare breakfast for the men?" Poison watched as her face lit up at the suggestion. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Come on. I'll show you the ropes!" He gestured for her to follow and Rosalie was hot on his heels.

Finally! She was going to do something to get her mind off everything. It would keep her busy for a while and she missed cooking large meals for the crew. However, this time it was going to be different men with different fetishes.

"I still need to get used to this kitchen…" Rosalie thought aloud, earning a snicker from the male. "What do you usually cook for the men early in the morning? Any specific requests?" She watched as Poison pulled out a large lump of red.

"Meat" Rosalie sweat dropped. "We eat mostly meat, not much side dishes since it's a waste" Poison said and Rosalie shook her head. They were worse than her crew. She cracked her knuckles, blue eyes gleaming.

"Alright. Let's make a deal" Poison's eyebrow rose in interest. "You prepare the meat and I'll prepare the side dish. You can take in as many meat portions as your want but you still need other food types to stay healthy. If they refuse to eat my side dish, then I won't bother again" Rosalie stated.

Poison gave her a wide grin and held out his hand that Rosalie gladly took in her own. "That's a deal! You better start sparking! It won't be long before they start streaming in" Poison told her and Rosalie chuckled.

"Not a problem"

Rosalie quickly went to work by analysing what type of vegetables she could work with. She was surprised to see the wide variety they had and shook her head in disapproval. They had it all and yet they didn't cook anything.

"Don't you think it's a waste of produce if you don't use all these veggies?" Rosalie asked as she pulled out a few and immediately started by rinsing and chopping them up. Poison slammed the large knife down and cut through the meat, his eyes briefly glancing at her.

"In a way I guess. They just never eat the side dishes I make. They say it's terrible and the meat seems like the only thing I can make" He pointed out and Rosalie paled slightly. How did they survive this far on only meat?

"Well, I'll be sure to help you with that. It's very simple to put a few things together and then steam it up. Instead of making meat with side dishes you can also combine the two. For example, we can make a nice breakfast stew" Rosalie explained and Poison stopped his actions before turning towards her.

"You really seem to know a lot more than I originally thought. However, won't it take a lot more effort that way?" Poison asked and watched as the redhead briefly rubbed her chin in thought before shaking her head.

"Nah, about the same amount. Now that we decided to make some breakfast stew I want you to chop the meat into small cubes. After that you can barbeque them with these spices. I'll start by preparing the rest of the stew" Rosalie instructed and the male nodded.

She softly hummed as she chopped up the vegetables and steamed then before moving on to the sauce of the stew. She could feel Poison's eyes on her as he mentally took notes of what she was doing. He usually didn't put much effort into the crew's food.

Mostly because they wanted meat and it didn't take much effort to cook what they wanted. He knew a lot of recipes from his previous cooking lives but never put any of them to use since the food didn't turn out edible.

"So, why do they call you Poison?" Rosalie started a new conversation as she worked. Poison snapped out of his thoughts as he finished chopping the meat and threw it into the pan, a sizzling sound echoing through the kitchen.

"Oh, that's an interesting story, actually. You see, I used to cook for the marines, growing up with them and all. One day someone poisoned the food onboard and everyone was infected, except me. Turns out that I'm immune to most types of poisons" He explained and Rosalie's eyes widened.

"They accused me of poisoning the crew, which I obviously didn't do, and I ran for it. I ended up on a few more marine ships that I personally poisoned since they wanted my head. Captain found me, took me in and nicknamed me Poison" He finished.

"That's…quite the story." Rosalie felt her nerves twitch slightly. He was obviously a dangerous pirate since he was immune to poison and despite knowing her own immunity she couldn't help but wonder if he was going to poison her. After all, she wasn't their ally.

"I won't poison you, don't worry" Poison stated as if hearing her thoughts. "You're Captain's property and I don't want to end up in the ocean like most people who mess with his stuff. Besides, you're helping me out with cooking!" Rosalie glared at the male, her blue eyes darkening.

"I am not Kidd's property." Her tone was dangerous and alarming. Poison held his hands up in defence, not wanting to get on the wrong side of the kitchen knife she was holding. She didn't have a high bounty for nothing

"If you say so. Just be careful not to get him too pissed off, okay? Last time we couldn't even get supplies because he wrecked an entire island. Also, he likes to kill people who anger him" Poison elaborated and Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I'm painfully aware of that." She said through gritted teeth. She recalled the scene where he killed the innocent civilians that came in his way. He was ruthless, aggressive and one sick bastard. Everything that she wanted to stay away from.

Yet, she couldn't understand how she was always drawn to trouble. It was the same when she met Law. She got herself in a predicament that she couldn't escape and it was almost the same this time. She kept involving herself with dangerous people. The strange thing was, she didn't reject it.

She loved the thrill.

Soon, a lovely aroma filled the kitchen and snuck out from the kitchen doors. Poison finished with the meat and Rosalie was quick to throw everything together, finishing the sauce as well. The male pulled out a book, immediately starting to write down while Rosalie made sure nothing burnt.

She eyed him from the corner of her eyes and was surprised that he made notes of what she did. A small smile came onto her plush lips and she returned her attention back towards the food. Aside from Bepo, Poison was a good cooking partner and extremely handy.

"That should do it. Do you want a taste before we call the men to eat?" Rosalie asked the male and he nodded, an excited gleam passing through his dark eyes. He was quick to grab a spoon and tasted the breakfast stew they had made.

"It's…delicious!" He exclaimed and Rosalie smiled widely. "You're really something, aren't you? I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they eat this!" Poison chuckled as he walked out of the kitchen leaving Rosalie with a satisfied feeling and a small blush on her cheeks.

She jumped slightly when his head popped up at the kitchen door. "They're all arriving. We can start plating up" He said and Rosalie nodded. They started to pull out the cutlery and plates as well as cups for the men to drink.

"How fast can you wait on tables?"

Poison watched as Rosalie's smirk widened and her blue eyes gleamed with mischief. "I believe much faster than anyone on this ship" Poison was taken back by her confidence and let out a chuckle. She was something else.

"Alright, then I expect most of them served before the food gets cold?" He asked and Rosalie nodded. They started to plate up and Rosalie was quick to put the plates on trays. She glanced back at the male, his brows raising.

"Speed Armament" Those words were left cold in the kitchen as her figure vanished out the door. Poison gaped and heard exclaims from the crew. He peeked out the door only to see a red blur serving the men before returning to the kitchen for the rest of the plates, then serving again.

Red Menace? More like Red Blur… Poison thought and chuckled in amusement. He couldn't wait until the Captain saw this. The male was one of those who would arrive late along with Killer but it differed this morning when he noticed the two walking into the dining room.

"What the hell is with all the commotion so early in the morning!" Kidd yelled at the men, agitated by the ruckus. A red blur passed him and he blinked in surprise before a familiar figure stopped in front of him, blue eyes shining brightly.

"Morning. Here's your breakfast and yours, Killer" Kidd stared down at the plate not believing what was being served and took it in his confusion. Killer did the same, not sure what exactly was going on. He sighed and went to sit down, Kidd soon joining him.

"Hey, Poison! Explain!" Kidd told the male who stepped out of the kitchen, Rosalie following. They each held their own plate and went to sit down across the redhead as well as his companion. Kidd's brows twitched at Rosalie's mocking smile.

"Breakfast is served! You scoundrels can dig in!" Poison exclaimed, the men looking at their food sceptically. Kidd was about to tell him he wanted an explanation but decided against it. He merely eyed the food before daring to taste it.

"Holy-It's delicious!"

The entire crew exclaimed in shock, Poison and Rosalie grinning at each other. They fist pumped then looked back at Kidd. He stared at the food he had just tasted, his spoon empty and his eyes not giving away his thought.

"Poison, explain why we're eating what we're eating. Also, why you're suddenly chummy with Menace here" Kidd ordered the male while his first mate practically polished his plate along with the rest of his crew.

"Oh, she offered to help me with cooking and I agreed. It turns out she's handy and came up with this idea. Turns out there's a lot more than just meat I can serve you with her by my side" Poison elaborated, Kidd looking at Rosalie who smiled at the crew's praises.

"Hey, Sweetheart! Where did you learn to cook like this?" Kidd called and Rosalie's smile almost fell instantly at the nickname. First it was 'Menace' and now 'Sweetheart'. In all honesty, she hated the latter and would prefer the first one.

"It's Rosalie" She started, Kidd's smirk widening at her snappy tone. "My mother taught me everything that I needed to know in a kitchen. I've been cooking since I can remember" Poison laughed and gave her a playful slap on her back, hitting half of her breath away.

"Then I guess it's settled. You'll be my cooking partner!" Heat and Wire made noises of complaint resulting in Poison rolling his eyes. "What? You probably wanted her to clean the deck, do washing and organize the bunker. Too bad. I already called dibs" He grinned in victory.

"That's not fair! Killer already gave her to us! You can't just go snatching her away!" Wire complained while Heat shrugged. Too bad so sad. At least it was one less thing he had to concern himself with. Wire looked at Killer for any sign of argument.

"If she can help Poison, then leave her be. She'll just have to do her day's of work inside the kitchen." Killer then looked at Rosalie. "I enjoyed the meal" It wasn't a 'thank you' but it was enough to make Rosalie smile.

"It's a pleasure, Killer"

The male grunted and returned to the last of his meal inside his plate. Rosalie felt a warm feeling fill her chest as she continued to eat. They weren't that bad after all. They did appreciate some effort. Or some of them did.

"Is there anything else that you can do that you'd care to inform us?" Kidd asked, his plate already empty despite no word of gratitude leaving his mouth. She was pissing him off. She could fight, cook and use Conqueror's haki but she didn't belong to him…yet.

How come he always had to get the left overs? He was satisfied with his crew in all honesty but as soon as another infamous character popped up, they were snatched away by another rookie. He was tired of always drawing the short straws.

"Oh, I can do a lot!" Rosalie then winked at him, her smirk growing. "But… I'm not telling~! You'll either have to find out yourself or not find out at all. Otherwise, what's the fun in the hunt?" Rosalie asked and Kidd chuckled.

"Then consider yourself hunted"

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