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Chapter 1 – Concerning pirates

POV – Saotome Mizu

Fuck me, is that a polar bear? The insides of her mouth started watering instantaneously. Fuck.

She hastily wiped the corners of her mouth on the back of her hand and turned to face the bartender, a middle-aged balding man. Slightly over-weight, moustache and skin greasy with a sheen of sweat and grime. She wrinkled her nose.

The whole bar was dingy with a low ceiling, a layer of dirt covered everything. The grey, smeared windows refusing to let much sunlight into the room. The only upside to the whole drinking experience was the cool temperature inside the wooden building compared to the excruciating heat outside. Condensation built up on the glass she held in hand.

Swirling round the rapidly melting ice cubes in bourbon absent-mindedly she lifted the glass to her lips and downed the rest of the rest of the contents. She held the glass up to the man behind the bar to show that she wanted another round. In a flash her glass was swept away and refilled with fresh ice, much to her satisfaction.

At least the service here is good.

She grinned and held her glass up to the unattractive man in a mock toast to which he grinned showing rows of poorly kept, rotting teeth. She turned away before the urge to vomit became too strong and eyed the bear in the corner once again. Small pink lips sipped from the drink idly.

Her attention was so captivated by the white-furred mammal that at first she failed to recognize it's accompaniments. Pirates. She squinted, they didn't seem all too threatening. In fact... Some of the men were intoxicated already, attempting to sweet-talk the bar maid and making fools of themselves...

Light-weights, she snorted. It was barely mid-afternoon.

Downing the rest of her drink she slammed the empty glass onto the counter, ice cubes tinkling. A contented sigh worked up threw her lungs and she let it leave her mouth freely. Much more relaxed she rummaged in the deep pockets of her red combat trousers with her small, pale hands.

Throwing a bunch of crumpled notes onto the counter as she stood from the rickety bar stool that had probably seen better days, axe claimed from the side of the bar she had leant it against prior to drinking. She bound the fearsome blade with its long handle and tied it to her back with the usual bandages.

Throwing a lazy two-fingered salute to the barkeeper she pushed open the loose wooden doors to the bar and sauntered out into the sunlight.

She winced slightly, squinting before holding her hand against her brow to shadow her eyes from the relentless sun.

Ugh, summer islands...

She scowled before trotting along the dirt-track road from the bar, dust and sand rising with each step. If possible the island she had landed on this time around was worse than any other summer island, the whole place depicted a dessert wasteland. Most of the surrounding shops and houses crafted from wooden planks were in a state of disarray.

She was starting to sweat already, her feet burning in knee-high black leather boots. Shuffling along at a quicker pace she began the search of the island for what else it had to offer, internally screaming and flailing like a discontent child from being in such a hot climate.

There's got to be one here somewhere, she thought as her teeth ground together.

POV – Yamamoto Kotomi

"Does the sun not appeal to you today, Miss Kotomi?" The conceded voice questioned from her left side, practically dripping with mirth from teasing her.

She glared at him with her one good eye. Most men would shrivel like fruit in the sun under her gaze but not-so Trafalgar Law.

"A tad too warm for my liking," She spat in mock-politeness.

She looked him up and down, he seemed to be withering slightly like said fruit but for reasons due to the actual heat rather than her own ferocity. She smirked.

"And how are you faring in this delightful weather, Captain?"

He met her gaze with his own stormy grey orbs, earlier amusement extinguished from within them.
He didn't bother to reply but the beads of sweat rolling down his face were a better answer than any. They both sighed, pressing their backs as far as they could into the yellow-painted metal of the submarine, that being the only side in shadow. They were waiting impatiently for the log-pose to set.

The inside of the vessel they both rested on was akin to the roasting temperatures of an oven, though where they were up on deck wasn't much better.

She slid down the side of the sub in fatigue, white dress sticking to her moist skin. She had attempted putting her bronze-coloured hair up into a bun but only the upper-half had obliged. She ran a slightly tanned hand over her face to wipe the sweat from her own brow.

They had only been docked at this particular island for 2 hours, the heat seemed to get worse with each passing minute.

Trafalgar sat down beside her, eyes shut as he rested his head atop his bent knees.

It never failed to amuse her how the famous 'Surgeon of Death' could look so pathetic at times... Even if he never did let his guard down.

A figure hopping along the shore grabbed her attention and she turned to give the figure her full attention. A girl with long cherry-coloured hair hopped along the burning sands in agony whilst trying to remove the second boot from her leg, the other held under her arm.

The anonymous female was too far away to make out properly but judging by her warm-pigmentation of hair and fair complexion Kotomi guessed it wouldn't be long until the glare of the sun burned her skin.

Tucking her hair behind her ear she grinned maliciously.

Oh, how I wouldn't like to be in your shoes right now.

She chuckled quietly to herself as she watched the figure prance along the sand at a fast pace now the shoes were removed, a burlap sack bounced enthusiastically on the girl's back as she kept her pace.

If the Captain beside Kotomi paid any attention to her amusement he didn't show it as he continued to 'sleep' contentedly under the eye of the sun's wrath.

POV – Saotome Mizu

Goodbye, fare world.

Every inch, fragment and orifice of flesh unprotected by clothing burned with the fires of hell... At least that's how she felt. Even her hair still felt the torture off the long since passed sun. A strong wave hit the side of small sail boat making her stomach flutter.

She couldn't bring up the confidence to move a single muscle from where she lay in the bowel of her sail boat, watching the sail above eat up the wind loosely in the half-light as it whipped back and forth as if undecided which way to turn.

Turning her head to the side a hiss of pain escaped her lips, skin singed painfully with the friction of the creases in her neck rubbing together. She strained to see up to her left hand that still held the side of the boat in a vice-like grip, her sunburnt fingers strangely numb. The point of the log pose strapped to her wrist pointed a completely different direction than the way her unsupervised boat was currently sailing. She huffed.

Counting to ten many times in her head it was around the 20-somethingth try that she forced herself into a sitting position. Shrieking like a banshee with her sore face scrunched up, tears leaked from her gold-coloured eyes. "Fuckkkkkkkk!" She screamed.

A swift punch to the side of her sail boat broke loose a piece of timber, it plopped into the ink-coloured water below with a small splash.

The already painful, red fingers of her right hand gave a gut wrenching throb in return to the damage she had caused. Her left hand clutched them and she cursed loudly for her own pain and stupidity, ignorant of the sudden change of wind.

The sail caught the strong surge wind, swinging around the boom so quickly she didn't her time to duck. It all happened so fast, pain striking the side of her head with the force of a battering ram. A foggy darkness washed away all of reality into a dreamless wonderland.

POV – Trafalgar Law

Never had he seen his men work so fast.

They were practically racing each other, tripping over their own feet in their haste. Supplies lugged along in tow. They were in a race to finish preparing their submarine as the log pose set only an hour before. The Captain smirked in contentment from his place in the shadows.

Not long now.

It was still outrageously hot but even that didn't dampen his delight on finally setting sail again. Judging by the others' expressions they were equally as excited to get off of this island's red hot sands and more importantly back on their journey.

He unfolded his arms and pushed away from the side of the ship, giving direct orders before any of his crew mates spoiled the supplies they were shifting. Their impatience to leave the sweltering island and it's sun behind amused him.

He watched his only female crew member struggle with a large crate of medical supplies, multiple flower petals and leaves scattering everywhere in a long trail. Law sighed and raised an eyebrow, heading over the wench before she made any more mess.

It wouldn't be much use her getting leaves and petals everywhere, he thought.

He lifted the wooden container from her grasp and carrying it over to the sub's entrance himself, a heated glared burning into the back of his head every step of the way but he promptly ignored it.

POV – Zenjuurou Kanzaki

"Is she dead?" A voice asked, the bluntness caused him to scowl and turn to the boy behind him.

The young ginger-haired teen grinned hastily under his threatening gaze before he turned back to the seemingly lifeless figure in the boat.

Her skin was badly burned into a purple and red monstrosity, sores and welts here and there. Her red hair was knotted and clumped together with long-since dried blood, it hid her face from view.

After checking her wrist to find a pulse he turned to the only medic on their ship, a middle-aged stick of a man with long grey hair and a beard to match.

"Longski-san! Tend to this woman!" He commanded, the slight thrills he got whilst in temporary authority never seized to amuse him. Watching the medic and a few other members from the crew scramble around and try to prise the woman from the boat he cast his attention to the steadily setting sun on the horizon.

"Right everyone," He called to the rest of the people on deck. "It's time we took her back home!" He patted the side of their boat: The Scavenger for emphasis.

Plenty of cheers and grateful hollers echoed each other as he crossed the deck to confer with the navigator, he planks of timber creaking slightly under his leather boots.

He wasn't a particularly large man, slightly muscular and around 6'1" in height. Long legs well defined in his tight black jeans. The upper-half of his body was naked showing off his defined muscles and lightly tanned skin.

He ran a calloused hand through his unruly brown hair.

"How long will it be until we get back, Saunders-san?" He asked an elderly man with short white hair and glasses, the periwinkle-coloured eyes behind the circular steel rims beamed at him in appraisal.

"We should get back before noon tomorrow if the current and wind stick to our favour," The man said, smiling at him still, the man was only a few inches shorter than himself. Kanzaki watched his smile evolve into a lop-sided grin, "The men'll be upset when we get back y'know, Beckett doesn't understand them the way you do..."

He sighed and walked away from the man to lean against the bow of the ship, looking down he could see as the boat cut away valiantly at the waves.

"You know as well as I do that there's nothing to be done, Saunders-san..." He said, knowing the old navigator was still close behind him. He smiled bitterly at the horizon. "Maybe I'll leave the island when I get back, become a Marine or something," he laughed.

Saunders stepped up to the bow beside him a clapped a hand over his shoulder, a grin on his wrinkled and scarred face.

A moment of silence passed between the two of them as they watched the minuscule grey speck of an island they called 'home' come into view on the horizon, most would simply overlook it.

"You may be many things, Kanzaki," Saunders said out of the blue, turning to face him. "But a Marine is not one of them."

POV – Saotome Mizu

She glared at the unfamiliar wooden ceiling as her fatigue quickly dissipated.

Where the fuck am I?!

In a mild panic she threw the strange sheets off of her and stood from the bed. It was some kind of sick bay. She frowned, racking her brain for her last memories before waking up...

THE BOOM!

The memory of getting knocked unconscious flashed through her mind.

I'm so confused...

She scratched at the uncomfortable gown she was wearing and frowned in disgust, she wanted to know why they have helped her, whoever they were. Images of slave traders and other nasties swam through her head.

On a chair in corner of the room she spotted her own clothes folded neatly, leaping from the bed in intention of bounding over she got caught on something. Painfully flopping onto her back the hideous gown lifted, leaving her temporarily blinded. The crashing of metal and other machinery shortly informed her that what ever she had been attached to fell with her.

The pain of a needle tugging at the skin in the junction of her elbow made her wriggle in discomfort, the IV drip didn't budge.

A huge bang to the far right occurred as someone threw the door open to the infirmary, wood ricocheted off of wood and footsteps stormed into the room. They came to an abrupt halt only meters away.

Her 'saviour' sniggered in a way that made her grind her teeth. It took a while to realise what was so humorous, when it finally struck home she gasped. Cheeks heated up as embarrassment and rage consumed her. Her knickers were on full display!

"Help me up then you bastard!" She shrieked in annoyance.

As if one of her favourite past-times was to lay helpless on the floor while people laugh at her undergarments!

The person-A male she was guessing-choked back his laughter and proceeded to untangle her from the self-induced disaster. Blood dripped steadily from the wound created on the inside of her left elbow but she was too flustered and annoyed to care and she jabbed her fingers into the unknown male's bare chest.

"Who do you think you are kidnapping me like this?!" She raged, glowering up at the unsuspecting male with the heat of a thousand suns. He blinked innocently and was about to answer her but she started pushing him out of the room.

"You know what?! I don't care! I'm getting dressed!" The door was slammed in his face and she grabbed her clothes.

POV – Zenjuurou Kanzaki

The door was slammed in his face, he blink at the wooden barricade in confusion and sighed before rapping his knuckles against it.

Giving a few minutes to tap his foot in irritation he repeated the process again. He growled in irritation.

Lifting his right fist with the full intention to punch the infernal door clean from it's hinges a cough from behind interrupted him.

"Saunders-san?" Kanzaki asked, facing the older man with an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Leave the girl to get to grips with herself, Kanzaki," The old man said, smirking lopsidedly at him. The younger sighed and leant against the closed door and crossed his arms, still thoroughly disgruntled.

The old man grinned at him with pearly white teeth and looked at the door Kanzaki was leaning against as if it was transparent to his eyes only. "Longski's not still in there is he?"

Kanzaki's eyes widened and his stomach sank in dread, of all the times for him to fall asleep in the infirmary!

"KYAAAAAAAA!,"A female voice on the other side of the door gave a blood-curdling shriek and he turned to kick open the door before Saunders could stop him.

In the midst of the medical bay he saw the anonymous redhead fully-clothed and staring off to the far side of the sick bay in confusion, a grey-haired medic writhing under her gaze from his position on the wooden floor. She turned to Kanzaki and frowned, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder at the currently fitting male.

"What's the matter with this guy?" She asked, her voice not quite giving the tone of concern that one would have expected.

It dawned on Kanzaki that the scream that he originally thought was female had originated from the old medic. He gaped at the elder in bewilderment.

"K-Kanzaki!" The rapidly paling man gasped, in a flash he was on the floor beside him gripping his right leg in a tight grip. "What-What is she!?" He screamed pointing a crooked finger at the red-headed girl as his complexion whitened even further as she looked at him.

The glare itself held enough hatred to make his own spine shiver, her were arms crossed and tail swishing.

Tail?!

Holly- Gunna stop here, I love doing multiple points of view :) - reviews pretty please!

P.S: This is set a year prior to the war at Marineford (Law is still only 23)

This is for all you guys who, like me, have nothing better to do to see in the new year than sit in bed, read FanFiction and eat doughnuts :) HAPPY NEW YEAR!