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Sabaody. Arguably one of the worst places to find yourself in if you were a civilian. Especially if you ran afoul the slavers or the Celestial Dragons. If that happened, you were better off dead. If you found yourself stuck there with no way off the Archipelago? Well... you were screwed. Period.
This was, unfortunately, the fate of a group of seven. The youngest of the bunch had barely managed to drag them into a bar before freaking out. She'd calmed down eventually and told them exactly where they were.
It hadn't been pretty.
But, at least they'd managed to pinpoint where, or rather, when they were, and only after two years of displacement. Shanks' wanted poster and rumors of him having gone to East Blue was a damn good indicator of just when they were.
“Luffy's six...” Al mused as she passed her sister, both waiting tables as Marcus and Jim snuck away with the establishment's money and food.
They were leaving out to sea today. They'd appropriated an old Marine ship, which would enable them to cross the calm belt if necessary. It was almost completely stocked, they were just being extra-careful. They'd been robbing every establishment on the faux-island, more or less.
Shakky's Rip-off Bar had been left alone, for obvious reasons.
They were ready to leave and they'd have to leave, if they wanted to get any sort of training done. It was suicide to stay in Slave-trade and Celestial Dragon capital of the world. They had affectionately named their vessel Truth, after the one series they had all finished. They left the not-island just in time too, if the rumors were to be believed. They'd missed the latest group of Celestial Dragons by a hair.
They were three days out when they actually started discussing just what they should do.
“Anyone got any ideas?” Ed asked, braiding her hair while sitting on a felled barrel which Jonas was patiently waiting for her to get off of, so that he could carry it to the kitchen. Marcus got snippy when his ingredients were in the wrong place.
Alexia was staring blankly at the sky from her place leaning against the guardrail, her hair blowing in the wind “Well, we should probably operate on the assumption we will be labeled as pirates at some point, but maybe we could pretend to be something else.”
“Like what?” Jim called from where he was polishing his twin katanas and holding them to the light, temporarily blinding Lisa who was doing gun maintenance.
“Ow! Jim!” she yelled, lobbing a pipe-cleaner at him.
“Sorry!” said ravenette called back, fumbling to catch the tool that hit him in the face, before tossing it back.
Al's lips twitched as she looked at them “Well, all our pop-culture knowledge doesn't need to go to waste, we already know how to play pretty much every song we can remember. Plus, we can pretty much make movies into plays if we want to. Series too, if you really wanna.”
The 14-year-old had a good point and as she was the expert on the world they had landed in, they were inclined to follow her lead, no matter how dubious they felt about it. Two years had made them grow closer and living in Sabaody? They knew damn well what could go wrong if they disobeyed a direct order from the girl.
They were lucky that Edwina had been studying seafaring. She may be a beginner, but she still knew a whole lot more than any of them did.
Edwina sighed as she stood up, flinging her braid over her shoulder and picking up her tricorn hat, the brand-new accessory looking only slightly out of place on her head “Alright, Kapteeni käskee: we're going to East Blue.”