I laid still on a cushiony surface. I opened my eyes to see what looked like the doctor's bay. My clothes felt.. different.

I looked down confused, spotting a black and white polka-dot shirt, clearly too big of a size for me. The shirt had went slightly beyond my waist, barely covering my legs which apparently had also been changed. Guessing this as a man's shirt, I temporarily shall conclude that a guy changed me, who will likely be dead if I can fight him.

I sat up to see my clothes folded neatly onto a night stand next to the bed. A window had been nearby the night stand, indicating it was almost noon. Yelling could be heard outside the room as footsteps approached. I had barely any time to prepare as the door suddenly slammed open.

"Oh good your fucking awake! Now hurry the fuck up and change so I can give Killer his goddamn clothes back so he'll shut the fuck up about it!" The same tulip from last night yelled, slamming to door and yelling I'm awake.

Oh fucking holy shit fuck no.
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After rushing to change as soon as the man left out of fear, I sat on the bed with "Killer's goddamn clothes" neatly folded, observing my surroundings for a possible escape route.

Unfortunately, the ship was already out at sea.

Fortunately, I had no main belongings as most of that burned on the Moby Dick. The only thing I held dear to me was a golden heart shaped locket with a ruby encrested on it. The key to it was on a bracelet, having a matching design of gold and a ruby. Thankfully it hadn't been taken away.

The door opened like a normal person would compared to the previous guy from last night.

"Oh good, you're up. Can I have my clothes now?" The masked man demanded, who I assume to be Killer. What kind of goddamn name is that though?

Unfortunately, I can't fight him as he was a larger and buffer build than me. Therefore, I hand him his clothes, still cautious however.

"Thanks." He mutters, grabbing his clothes from my small-ish hands. To be fair though, he's freakishly huge, so I'd like to think I'm average?

"Umm, excuse me but, where the hell am I?!" I end up shouting.

"On a ship."

"I-- Good night I'm going back to sleep." I say covering my head with a blanket that was there. Killer let out an inaudible chuckle which he quickly covered up with a cough.

"But seriously, you're on the Victoria Punk. Ship of the Kid Pirates." He informs, my eyes slightly widening.

"Oh.. I see." I say getting up again. Kid Pirates.. Kid.. Pirates.. Why does that sound so familiar?

Waaaiiitt...

"Oh wait fuck." Oh now I realized who and where the fuck I am. Why am I slightly freaking out? I was apart of the Whitebeard Pirates, oh wait that's right. Cuz I'm a weak fuck-

"So.. Where am I exactly? Other than on the Victoria Punk."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, we left the last island we were at this morning.. And I'm not entirely sure why Kid wanted to help you. He'd usually just leave people on the ground, but otherwise, we'll leave you on the next island. Most likely for a price depending on Kid." Killer informs. I nod my head, taking in the information.

"Thank you... If it's alright, can I find your captain and ask him some stuff?" Wanting to interrogate Eustass Kid on why he helped me. Killer shrugs.

Suddenly Eustass Kid bursts in, I jump.

"Are you two fucking done? I--"

"Why did you help me?" I cut him off, and my god he looked pissed that I cut him off.

"Well I'm gonna leave. If you kill her, I'm not helping you clean by the way." Killer said as he left.

"So, why did you save me?" I ask again with a more solemn tone. He closes the door.

Then shrugs.

"I don't actually know.. I'm.. Not sure..." He turned away. I swear I saw some shade of red starting to tint his pale cheeks, I tilt my head feeling completely confused.

"Alright then, Eustass Captain Kid. Why do you not know?" I ask, very curious.

"LOOK, I don't fucking know!" He yells.

"Alright then, fine.. geez. . . . So when's the next island? Cause I doubt you're turning back."

"Damn right I'm not turning back. And about the next island.. Probably a few weeks? One or two months?? I don't fucking know."

"Oh okay.." My eyes widen a bit, worried for my own sanity.

"Are you okay with that?? And by that I mean me." He shrugs again.

"Long as you don't break shit?" Killer passed by the door with a straw in coffee, taking a sip.

"You're the only one who breaks shit Kid." I snort while Kid looks pissed as he looks at him.

A while later, I was allowed to follow Kid to the other parts of the ship. More specifically the galley.

And holy fuck it was loud.

It was the same as last night, loud, rowdy, but.. happy. Thankfully, it didn't seem no one noticed me yet. That or they did notice and they just don't give a fuck.

My god was I in for a ride.

Updated October 5, 2019