>Calamity POV<

As I laid, stretched out, on my overstuffed couch, watching One Piece and stuffing my face with Ranch Dipped Hot Wings Doritos- the best chips in the universe- my eyelids began to droop without my consent.

Yawning, I checked the time.

3:00 a.m.

"Damn," I mumbled. "I lost track of time. And I gotta be at work in two hours...."

I sighed heavily, rolling up the top of my Doritos bag and setting it on the floor before chugging what remained of my Dr. Pepper, ignoring the stinging trail it left as it went down. I crushed the can in my palm, then tossed it into the kitchen, where I could just see the trashcan through the doorway. The can bounced off the wall and balanced on the edge for a minute as I waited with baited breath.

The result of this shot would determine whether I could crash on the couch, or get up, go pick up the can, and ultimately climb the stairs to my bedroom.

Clunk!

Nothin' but trashcan.

I breathed a sigh of relief, laying my head back against the armrest as I let my eyes shut fully, allowing sleep to overtake me as Eustass Kidd's (insanely hawt) voice filled my ears.

zzzZ~.~Zzzz

"Oi, wake up," a gruff, deep voice said as my shoulder was shaken.

With a spazmic jerk, I sat up and clonked heads with the person. Hissing in pain, I curled into a ball, clutching my aching head.

"Damn it! What's your head made of, dude?" I demanded, glaring at the guy, only to go rigid with shock and amazement.

Kidd... This guy was the Kidd Eustass... Oh. My. Friggin. Cheesecake. Lovin'. Murderer. WOW!

"So what's up?" I asked as casually as I could as I tried not to hug him.

So hard to resist...

"You're coming with me," he said.

Did he just tell me what to do?

Oh HELL naw!

My eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms. "I didn't hear you say 'please'."

His eyes widened a fraction in disbelief before narrowing in a sharp glare. "That's 'cause I didn't say it. Now come on, the marines will be here any minute."

Another order?!?!

"No," I said, turning away from him. Don't get me wrong, I do want to, so, so much, but I don't like being bossed around.

"You're only other option is Death," he growled.

"Say 'please'."

"I see we're doing this my way."

"Wh-AH!"

He suddenly picked me up and flung me over the shoulder that a large pillow case wasn't on.

"Hey! Not cool, man! Gah! DON'T TOUCH MY BUTT YOU PERVERT!"

"SHUT UP OR I'LL MAKE YOU!" He roared as he jogged out of my house.

"Wait! My-" but as I looked back, my house disappeared. My eyes widened, and I paled exponentially. "Medication..."

"What'd you say?" He called over the volume of the pillaging of his crew.

"Nothing," I sighed shakily. I looked around and... I wasn't where I lived. I was on some island. How? When?

>Kidd POV<

She said something about medication, I know she did. And it might have been important, by the way she panicked, but she told me 'nothing', so it couldn't have been that important.

Before I could think more on that, Killer jogged over.

"Captain!" He said before skidding to a stop. "Er... Why've you got a girl?"

"Because he's a perv!" The girl yelled grumpily, beginning to pound on my back again.

"Because we need someone to clean the ship," I answered. "The old cabin boy died, remember?" I hoped that'd quiet her down, but no, not in the slightest. "What did you need, Killer?"

That seemed to snap his attention away from the girl. "The Marines, sir! They're closing in! Five ships!"

"Damn it!" I barked. "Get everyone to the ship! NOW!"

I took off jogging, the girl still on my shoulder.

"Ouch! Hey! Ow! You're carrying breakable cargo, man!" She yelled angrily.

Why have I not killed her yet?!