It was a completely ordinary night for me, going to bed and falling asleep. It was like every night, except for the fact that I suddenly woke up to slamming into something cold, wet, and salty. My eyes jerked open and I found myself underwater. Surprised I let out a bubble of precious air. I quickly swam to the surface of the water, gasping for air and glancing around.

I was in the ocean. Bluest of the blue waves gently rolled from every direction. Judging by the position of the sun I would guess it was around ten o'clock in the morning. If this was a dream, it was the most real dream I have ever had.

The first thing I noticed was that, for the first time in years, I could see perfectly. I was in seventh grade when my eyesight started to fail so I always wore glasses or contacts. I could see everything with clarity and it was amazing. I could see the gulls, the waves, and the ship, and more waves…wait, a ship?

I treaded water, staring at the ship off in the distance. I bet I could make it there if I swam hard enough. It was about a half mile away and I haven't swum that far in my life, but it was better then sitting here and just sinking to the bottom. So I took off swimming.

As I approached the ship, I studied it. It didn't look like any cruise ship I had ever seen. It looked like a schooner with two masts, and a very strange figurehead but something was familiar about it.

This dream was becoming more and more strange. Instead of freaking out like most girls would, I was just going to go with it. My life wasn't exactly rock climbing or skydiving exciting, so a change of pace was incredibly intriguing.

I quickly find myself sinking however. I was not trained to swim this far and this long. My arms and legs burned from the physical activity. It sucks, because the ship is right there. I want it so bad I could already feel the wooden deck under my feet. A wave slapped me in the face, making me cough and the water is starting to make me shiver. I try to wave, hoping someone on the ship can see me and send out a lifeboat, or throw a line.

I suddenly hear talking from the ship. Noise tends to travel across water better then air, so I can hear them talking about something. Suddenly, something wraps around me just as I was sinking. I think it's a rope, but it's too thick to be one. As soon as it wraps around my waist I can feel myself being dragged toward the ship. I'm not heavy so I skid across the water like a skipping stone, closing my eyes and mouth to keep from choking on the water.

I thudded onto the deck, hacking and coughing the salty water. I hear voices talking above me.

"Why is a girl swimming in the ocean?"

"Ah, a mellorine!"

"Shut up ero-cook."

"Shihihi, she looks fun."

I freeze instantly, tensing. I know those voices. But no, it couldn't be. There is absolutely no way.

I look up slowly and my mouth drops open in shock. There, standing in front of me, is the Straw-hat crew.

My first reaction is to leap back, banging my head on the wood of the ship.

"Ow."

I rub my head as I glance around at them. One Piece was my favorite anime, and seeing all of them in real life just made my life a hundred times better. I took in their appearances, thinking swiftly. It was obvious it was after the two-year time skip by their adult appearances, but there was no Trafalgar Law around so I'm guessing they had just entered the New World.

Nami reached down with a delicate hand. She and Robin looked even more beautiful in real life.

"Are you ok?"

Hesitantly, I grab it, wondering if I will pass through like a ghost or something. This can't possibly be real. It didn't, and I was hauled to my feet. I nodded shyly, a little star struck. Then I smiled, my eyes full of wonder. I was on the Straw-hats ship!

"Are you the Straw-hat pirates?"

They didn't look surprised that I knew of them. Sanji's eyes flew into hearts immediately, an effect that was just as funny in real life. I look over with a smile at Zoro, expecting a snide remark but it never came. He was looking at me with almost a threatening stare, with a hand on one of the hilts of his infamous, and incredibly deadly, katanas. I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion. Was something wrong?

"Yes, we are."

I turn, distracted by Luffy. His grin was wide, and incredibly welcoming. I laugh happily.

"Good to know."

My eyes flit around the company of the pirates I had always wanted to meet when Usopp's question caught me off guard.

"So, what were you doing in the ocean?"

I froze, thinking fast. No way was I telling them where I really came from. Luckily, I have a very good imagination, accompanied by a little drama experience with a great drama teacher.

"Um, well, you see."

I take a deep breath. I need to calm down, I'm rambling and I don't want to look like a fool in front of these pirates.

"I was on a merchant ship and a storm hit about an hour ago. I was blown overboard."

There, nice and simple and completely normal. If anyone knew how chaotic the weather on the Grand Line was, it was the Straw-hat crew. As I suspected, they all nodded knowingly. I then remember something. If they think I saw the wanted posters, it would be hard for me to explain that I knew Usopp's name. I look at Usopp.

"Sorry, but I don't remember a wanted poster for you. Who are you again?"

Usopp looked at me with a grateful glance.

"I'm Usopp."

I winked at him, making sure Luffy and Chopper didn't see it.

"Nice to meet you Usopp."

I glance around, taking in the crew. Then Luffy asked.

"So what's your name?"

I turned to look at him. I smile broadly, my grin almost as wide as his.

"My name is Rose. I'm 17."

I smile at all of them.

"It is an honor to meet you all. I have heard so many stories."

I looked down at a sudden squeak to see that Chopper was trying unsuccessfully to hide behind Franky's leg. I smile at him kindly as I crouch down to be at eye level.

"Hello, you must be Chopper."

He was trembling with fear. I had to get on his good side to become his friend. So I slowly raised my hand to my chin in a thoughtful expression, staring at him pensively. After a few seconds I say.

"I don't understand Chopper. Everyone in my village thinks you look like raccoon dog, but you are obviously a reindeer."

He froze, looking up at me before his face creased in a smile.

"You, you think I'm a reindeer?"

I smile nodding. His face creases in a frown again as he reaches up to touch his nose.

"But I have a blue nose."

I smile.

"Yes, and I think it looks super cool."

His eyes widened and I leaned forward, whispering loudly.

"I think it makes you look cooler then Luffy."

He came out from behind Franky's leg and danced a little.

"That doesn't make me happy, jerk."

I couldn't contain a giggle. Flattery is surely an amazing thing.

I realized I had wanted to do something for a while now. I look toward Robin with wide eyes.

"Are, are you Nico Robin?"

Her eyes narrowed a little.

"Yes."

Her tone made me hesitate. Oh, she must think I am here to harm her, like so many people before. Suddenly, I am sheepish about asking. I rub the back of my head distractedly.

"Um, well. I just have heard… a lot about your devil fruit and I uh…"

I trailed off, hoping she got my message. She gave me her Robin like smile and crossed her arms. I flinch as she says aloud.

"Dos fleur."

I feel them, sprouting out of my back in a shower of petals. I flinch, expecting clutch, but never receiving it. I look up at the two hands making bunny ears behind my head and hear most of the crew laughing. I couldn't keep the awe off my face as I touched the smooth arm just before it dissolved into flowers. I look at her.

"It's beautiful."

She nodded at me. I look around, this time not at the crew, but at the Thousand Sunny. The green lawn, the mast with the bench, the lion figurehead, and the rest of the ship I take in a glance. I gawk as I say to the shipwright.

"It's beautiful Franky. Truly an amazing ship."

The cyborg puffed out his chest proudly and said arrogantly.

"Not beautiful, Super!"

I smile.

"Of course, how could I forget?"

Suddenly, a chill sweeps through me, leaving me shivering. In all the excitement, I had forgotten that I was soaking wet. Nami's eyes widened.

"Oh would you like some dry clothes?"

I nodded silently. Sanji almost collapsed.

"So cute, Rose-Chwan. She is too beautiful."

I shake my head at him as Nami leads me to the women's quarters. They were right above the men's quarters and I gazed around as Nami riffled through her closet.

"Hmm, this looks to be about your size."

She holds up the white and blue blouse I had seen her wear in the early episodes. She holds up her orange miniskirt to go with it but I gulp. I have never worn something so short in my life and to be honest, am kind of a modest person at heart. She seems to understand and smiles kindly.

"Here how about this?"

She holds up some blue jean shorts that seem a little longer. I nod; that will work. She left, closing the door behind her so I could change.

I wrung out my hair, letting the droplets fall onto the wood. I quickly slipped out of my soaked clothes, ones I didn't recognize into the blue jean shorts and blouse. I didn't like blue jeans very much; they restricted movement and made my legs feel stiff and unwieldy, but I would rather have them then those short skirts, or long pants in this hot weather.

Now that I was alone and the excitement of being in the One Piece world was diminishing, I could think. Was I going to be here forever? What about my family and friends, will they miss me?

Suddenly, a sort of clock appeared in my head. It was counting down, saying I had three days. Three days for what? Then, it dawned on me. I had three days to spend in the One Piece world. I smiled. This was the best thing in the world. I quickly pulled my shoulder length dark brown hair in a high ponytail, look in the mirror to see my dark brown eyes sparkling. Yes, three days would be just enough time to get to know the Straw-hat crew.

Sorry guys, I know beginning sucks, but it will get better, hopefully. I just have this idea in my head and I can't get it out unless I write about it. You know the drill, review and enjoy, and please keep flames minimal.