Misconceptions.

"Garp! Your granddaughter is missing!" The Fleet Admiral bellows could be heard through out the building. "What did you do?!"

Garp looked hopeful. "You say she escaped?"

Sengoku grabbed the front of Garp's shirt, dragging him forward, "yes, I am saying she escaped." He said in a very slow manor, cue deceitful smile- "You wouldn't have anything to do with that would you?"

Garp went blank for a moment, "uh.. no."

Sengoku let him go, seeing the serious gaze Garp pelted at the ground. "What do you know then?"

Sengoku almost regretted asking, the steel glint the man had was dangerous. Garp caught Sengoku's eye.

"She was prepared to die."

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Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Everything hurt. Everything.

"Uhh... Sir?.."

"What is it?" Akainu. That wicked, curved voice definitely belonged to the lava bastard.

It had been nearly a week since my 'capture'. Pft. Screw you Akainu-baka. Every day around noonish, I'd be brought out to the deck. Chained, bloodied and bruised. With the powerful seastone cuffs on both my ankles and my wrists, I'd lay there. With no fruit ability to help me I'd pass out from pain or maybe it was the blood loss... either way I'd end up drifting into wonder land while Akainu shouted about justice and pirates are the scum of the sea and other nonsense. I'm pretty sure at one point he spoke about cursed blood (my bloods not cursed dammit) but he would've just been referring to my relation to Ace. Whatever it doesn't matter. Not now anyways.

I struggled to hold onto the voice of one of my old crew mates- one of my friends- but it was hard. I couldn't keep up with the hushed nervous whispers. I could feel Akainu's haki flare and then caught a few simple words. Whitebeard crew. Phoenix. Fleet. And then my blood froze. I forced my eyes open. And there they were. I gained tunnel vision and they were all I could see. He was all I could see. And he was staring right at me.

Same sky.

Same ocean.

Same breeze.

Different ship.

Different companions.

Completely different way of life.

This is not my ship.

Sigh.

"Marco's looking for you."

I looked towards the new voice. "I don't care."

When my eyes opened I was confused. Really confused. Like I thought I died why am I alive confused. I was staring up at the ceiling- a wood ceiling. Not the standard grey metal ceiling of the Navy's brig. To top it off, I looked beside me and there was no cold steel cot. I was in a big comfy white bed, with fluffy blue throw pillows and huge blue comforter. Where the heck am I? So when the answer came walking through the door in the form of a tall broad shoulder banana headed peacock... well I got mad.

Only a little though.

And I honestly can't remember how we ended up rolling onto the deck.

Ace half smiled as he slid down the wall to sit across from me. "He's worried."

"I still don't care." I huffed, crossing my arms and looking away, my eyes narrowed, I tacked on "and I'm not a possession."

"Uh.. okay?" Ace says unsurely.

We fall into silence, Ace trying not to stare for more then ten seconds before rubbing his neck and turning his gaze away again. I skillfully ignored him, my back was starting to ache from the hard railing behind me.

I was healing nicely. My ability fixing most of problems before I even regained consciousness.

Really it all went blank.

"Why the hell am I here Marco!?"

"Calm down girlie!"

"NO."

I do however remember landing ontop of him, and slamming my fist towards his face only for him to move it at the last second and my hand to crack through the deck, getting stuck.

I traced the small scratches that littered over the knuckles of my right hand, from where I had punched through the Moby Dicks deck just hours ago. It was the reason I was avoiding (and ignoring) the flaming turkey. I had been less than pleased to wake up here- to wake up period. And I may or may not have taken it out on Marco- most of the troubles in my life are his fault anyways.

Well either way, if he couldn't find me on his own ship he was a moron. And I still want to know why they even showed up? Was it coincidental or had they found out somehow? I want answers. I just don't want to talk to Marco.

A shadow fell over me. "Oi. Pouting is an extremely cute look on you. But just stop."

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up Izo. Nobody asked for your opinion."

Izo chuckles, sitting between and to the side of me and Ace, who had fallen asleep.

"So," Izo starts, trouble senses tingling, "What was it Marco said to you earlier?"

I called it didn't I?

"I fail to see how it concerns you." I grumble, picking a scabbed knuckle.

"Oh come on don't be like that." Izo smiles reaching into his robes. "By the way, I managed to save this for you."

My eyes lit up as he pulled out my twin pistols and a few rounds. "Izo! How did you find this?!" Then I glared. "I left them in my bedroom."

He waves a hand, "Just be grateful 'kay?"

"Thank you." I nod, running a thumb over the cool metal.

"You're welcome." He winks before standing and turns to leave waving over his shoulder, "see you later. Try not to be to upset with Marco. He's a complicated man."

"Tch." I lean my head back, the sunlight kissing my cheeks. "Don't I know it."

"Why. am. I. here?" I broke it down to syllables, maybe then he'd understand that I needed an answer.

Due to my fist being stuck in the wood beside his head we were very close, too close for comfort when most of his crew was watching. Before this it wouldn't have made a difference to me. But I am very mad now, and he had a crew of noisy people. This would no doubt be spread throughout the New World in days.

My chest heaved, pulling big gulps of air into my needy lungs. I scowl firmly. His face held an annoyed tick in it but otherwise he was his normal stoic self, not giving anything away. So when he leaned up the whole four inches to put his lips by my ear and give me my answer I was a little surprised. Then utterly shocked.

He shut me down with four words.

Without giving any response I reigned in my anger, schooled my expression and yanked my fist from the jagged wood and calmly left. Passing Thatch and Ace and a couple more familiars who looked as if they wanted to say something. But I just kept going.

And here I was. Avoiding a conversation that was bound to be trouble. That's all I ever managed to find after meeting pirates when I was a kid. Trouble, trouble and more trouble.