Down at the dock, the Kingslayer Pirates (read the side stories for their adventure) were in their ship. They were around an enemy pirate they captured. A chef with swirly eyebrows.

They thought it would be difficult when they ambushed him, but the captain asked him to surrender and he did. He willingly went to the ship and got tied up. He was in the middle of the deck and stuck on a chair.

Most of the members merely watched, but Jorge and the captain were upfront. They were trying to get information.

"Please just tell us where your ship is," said Jorge. He was a weak man physically, but the bravest in the crew. "I don't need someone else's death on my mind." He was the one who chose Feiglin to rob the pirates in the first place. This led to him running like a coward and being forced to eat the pills as punishment.

"I'll never tell you," said the cook. He had so much conviction in his voice that he immediately convinced everyone around that even torture wouldn't do anything, except for one.

"Please," said Sandra in a sultry voice. It was an act, but nobody knew that. She leaned in and breathed in his ear. "If you don't tell me then my mommy might get mad. You don't want me to get in trouble, do you?"

The cook turned bright red, and his nose became a fountain of blood, covering the captain's face. His face didn't change, though. "Do your worst."

Someone brought Sandra a white towel, she started to wipe her face. "If you tell me the information," she said in the same voice. "That won't be the only thing you shoot in my face." She bit the towel in the reddest part and pulled it out. The part she bit was completely white. "Do you get what I mean?" He didn't.

"Captain, this doesn't seem like you," said Jorge. "Why are you saying stuff like that?" The rest of the crew didn't get it either. It was so overwhelming for some of them that they went to their bunks for private time.

The captain stood up. Her face back to a robotic stoicism. She looked at Jorge, he was startled. "I knew people just like him in the West Blue. Any woman gives them attention and they unravel at the seams. Just give them a little of what they want and they sing like birds."

"But this guy hadn't said a thing." Jorge gave him a closer look. The chef's eyes had turned into hearts and he mumbled incoherently. "He looks closed off. We're not getting anything from him."

"That's alright. Throw him overboard, he knows our secret," the captain says as she looks over the crowd. "Whoever isn't up here has to take the Vivre card and find Ciara. I want her back alive and mostly intact. Take a bottle of pills as a last resort. If all else fails, don't show them the Vivre card. That's the main priority after Ciara." She looked at Jorge. "He's in charge. Anyone not listening to him would be the next person eating pills." She walked to her room and went inside.

Jorge said to the chef. "So sorry about this." The captive gets dragged to the edge of the ship and is lifted over the railing. "One last chance to give up the information. I can't promise the same thing as the captain, but I'm pretty sure she was lying."

The chef spit on Jorge's face. "I'd rather die."

Jorge wiped off the spit. "Me too." He turned to the men holding the chef. "Drop him."

They let go, and Sanji fell into the ocean and sank. As he hit the bottom of the water, Jorge left with his team to find Ciara.

Chapter 18: Brand New Member! The Best Doctor Ever?

Dymon D. Ciara

I was still sitting in the room with Nami. I didn't know what to talk about.

"So, you're welcome," I said.

"What did you do," asked Nami.

"I paid off your medical debt," I explained. "So I say we're square."

"How much did it cost?"

"Like I'll tell you," I snickered. "Also, it cost me my bandages, so you'll be seeing a lot more of me." I implied that I would've been naked all the time. Because if she didn't take the bait, I would be.

"Do you not have clothes of your own," she asked. I could tell she was desperate for me to say yes.

"What do you think," I said. "If I had clothes, you wouldn't see me in just bandages. I have a fashion sense." It was horrible, but it was there.

Nami thought for a while. I could see the wheel churning in her head. She went from sad, to happy, and finally settled on angry. She said, "Fine, you can borrow my clothes." I would've given her a billion berries to hear what she was thinking.

"I don't want to impose," I lied. "I'm fine being naked. Maybe I could borrow Luffy's clothes."

"No," Nami yelled. She doesn't explain why, I could've only assumed it was because she didn't want Luffy to confuse me with himself. He was dumb enough to do that. "Just take my clothes!"

"If you insist," I said with a grin. I finally won. I was able to sit back in my superiority. Being so smart was exhausting.

"I think something is going on down there," said Nami, looking out the window. I leaned on her bed and looked out.

There was Dr. Kureha, Luffy, and Chopper. They were standing against a group of people I'd never seen before. One of them looked like a hippo. I had to help, Luffy might eat him and he wouldn't share.

"Give me your clothes," I said. "I'm going out there."

"They're over the-," said Nami. She pointed and I immediately found her clothes. I put them on.

It's a yellow jacket and a few other pieces of clothing I forgot about when I noticed how warm the jacket was. "Oh hell yeah," I said absentmindedly. "It's like a hug from a giant bear."

"Are you going to help," said Nami.

"Shut up, Nami," I replied. I rubbed my... assets through the jacket. It was amazing. "And before you ask, I didn't find a shirt."

Before she said a thing, I ran out of the room. I jumped over the railing, hit the floor, and went outside.

"Let me take over here," I said while pushing Luffy to the side. They were talking with a giant hippo jerk with a blank face. His eyes were looking in random directions. "What's up with this guy?"

"It's the evil king Wapol," explained Dr. Kureha. "Except I don't remember his being that tall." I did a double take, that wasn't his original height? People that tall are normal where I was from. I made it to the guy's knee, he was pretty tall.

"King Wapol is tired from his trip," said some guy with an afro. "He wants to go to bed."

I found this hard to believe. This king guy looked like he was dead but he was walking around. I remembered something like this that I've lived through. An evil king had an advisor who did all of his talking, except the king was dead and the advisor had all the power. I was pretty sure it was a book I skimmed. I explained it to everyone. Their reactions were priceless.

"Does this mean he's dead," said Luffy.

"Probably," I said. "Or he has severe brain damage and can only do a few things. Have you heard him talk?"

"No. Only the afro guy."

"That explains it." I crack my knuckles and neck. "Let's get fighting."

"Insolance," yelled the man with an afro. "Wapol-sama is the pinnacle of health!" He looked at Wapol and pointed at us. "Eat those annoying pricks now!"

The mighty king Wapol (someone that tall has to be mighty) looked down at the guy. He opened his mouth and a small sound came from it.

"Just destroy them and you'll be back to being king!" The guy was not getting it. Wapol was already dead.

Wapol crouched down and picked up his assistant and brought him to his mouth. He tried to escape. "Please, don't do this!" He pushed against the king's face. Wapol did react. "I did everything for you!"

The king opened his mouth. A flood of screams came from it. "No, not me too! I did everything for you!" The king forced him into his mouth and he bit on his waist, it was bloody.

The advisor puked a gallon of blood. He screamed one last time. "Please," he croaked out as the rest of his body was chewed up and swallowed.

"Can we leave now," I said. "I say we pledge loyalty and just give him everything in the castle."

"Nami's in there," yelled Luffy.

"And nothing of value will be lost." Luffy punched me. "I'm kidding! I'd trade you first." He laughed at that.

"Let's just beat him up!" Luffy cracked his knuckles. "This guy ate his friend. He's a bastard!"

I thought about it for a few seconds. It was a difficult decision. I got swallowed once before and it was annoying. "Alright," I said, getting ready to fight. Stretching my back and shoulders. "But if we die I'm gonna kill you."

"Fine by me," Luffy laughed.

"Doctor," I yelled behind us. "If you want to help, you're on your own!"

"I'm good," she replied. She stood still, smoking.

"How about you," I said. I picked Chopper up before he could run. "Do you want to join my crew?"

Chopper started crying. "No," he yelled. "I don't wanna die!"

"I didn't ask if you wanted to die." I rolled my eyes. "You'll make things safer because we'll actually have a doctor."

"You don't have a doctor," asked Chopper.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "We haven't gotten too injured." He looked at my missing hand. "Exceptions apply."

"Gum-gum pistol," Luffy yelled. He started the fight and I was missing it.

"Please join my crew," I quickly explained. "Most of us are too dumb to breathe on our own, let alone help anyone else keep breathing. I don't care what you say, you're joining my crew!"

"But I'm a monster," said Chopper. "I got a blue nose and I'm a half-human reindeer freak."

"You've seen my body," I said. "If you think I can judge anyone based on looks then you're an idiot. Also, a blue nose? What's wrong with you? That's the last thing anyone should get hung up on. Orange hair, on the other hand, Nami's a monster."

Chopper laughed. "Yeah, why do people have randomly colored hair? It makes no sense!"

"That is funny," I said, chuckling slightly. "So will you join my crew?"

"Ok," said Chopper. His face turned red. "Not because I want to! I just don't want to think of you dying without my help."

"Cool." I throw Chopper to Dr. Kureha. "Catch!" She did. I went into the fight with Luffy.

TO BE CONTINUED...