Spitfire [A One-Piece Fan-fic]

Chapter One: Setting Sail

A/N: If it isn’t already obvious, I might as well point out that Kana speaks with a heavily accented, slightly uneducated tone. At first I’d considered dropping the initial speech pattern that appeared as I wrote, but it just seemed to fit her too well, so I kept it. Plus, I can’t imagine Law being the sort to handle that sort of thing easily. >:D

 

Three months later

“Yer fixin’ t’ take on the Grand Line?”

“You are fixing.”

“I ain’t fixin’ t’ do nothin’. It was yer crazy idea.”

“You aren’t fixing to do anything.”

“That’s what I said, ain’t it?”

Law shook his head, deciding that fighting an already lost battle was a futile strategy. Instead of attempting to correct the girl, again, he turned his attention back to the map stretched across his desk. For a moment, she remained silent, watching him. A second later, however, she began tapping her callused fingers on the surface, impatience flashing across her face. Hoping that if he ignored her, she’d lose interest, Law snagged a pencil from the edge of the desk and began tracing the route he’d planned out in his mind.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

“Yer really plannin’ it, Cap’n?”

“Captain-” he began, lifting his gaze to meet hers and pausing before slowly shaking his head. “Nevermind. Yes, I am planning on it.”

“Why?”

He raised an inquisitive brown in return.

“Why do you have to know?”

A scowl crossing her face, Kana shifted closer as she dropped her hand from his desk. Almost instantly, Law’s hand flashed out to brush the surface of the papers her hand had touched. When the dark marks on the previously pristine paper didn’t disappear, he pursed his lips. Obviously unconcerned about the oil stains left by her hands, Kana gave an impatient sigh.

“Cause, I’m a part of this here crew. If’n yer plannin’ on gettin’ us killed, I ‘ave a damn right t’ know!”

He left his brow raised.

“You believe we’ll be killed,” Law stated.

She narrowed her dark, charcoal colored eyes, shifting uncomfortably at the unwavering quality to his gaze. A second later, however, Kana stubbornly jutted out her chin, settling both of her arms beneath her chest.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he echoed.

“...maybe,” she agreed, tearing her eyes away from his, her jaw locked. “Maybe not.”

His lips twisting upwards in the faintest hint of a smug smile, Law slowly placed his pencil at the edge of the map before folding his hands together and regarding her silently. Kana’s frizzy, blonde hair was shoved back into a messy pony-tail that gave off the impression that it most likely hadn’t seen a brush in days. A beaten pair of goggles were shoved just above her forehead, warding off the majority of stray hairs and giving clear view of her charcoal eyes which were currently narrowed in annoyance. The rest of her appearance was made up by a baggy, button-up tee and a pair of oil-stained jeans. Shoved on the utility belt that enclosed her waist was a simple set of high-grade tools, the only well put together thing about her.

Taking note of all of this, he focused his thoughts on the problem at hand. It would seem she had no plans of leaving his quarters. That would have to be fixed.