The Copyist (One Piece & OC)

Chapter 86: Talking Everything

***Amaya's POV***

"Pink Ship Pink Ship Piiiink Ship" The talking figurehead of the ship continued to say on repeat. The only change in the haunting voice was how fast or slow the two words were said.

The ship itself was large and looked like a pastry and bakery shop thrown up with a slight mix of Christmas candy. Despite being surrounded by sweets, it was more grosquest than anything.

Sanji and I were standing on the deck of Big Mom's ship. After we were boarded, they removed my cuffs, allowing myself to become revitalized to the world.

What a strange part of the world that we've entered too. Mild weather with tufts of fluff raining down at a snail's pace. The wisps were in soft colors of pink, blue, green, and light yellow.

The brooding blonde next to me reached out a hand to grab a small piece of blue puff. "I thought it was snow, but-" Sanji ruminates.

"Ho huh. It is le Cotton Candy Flurry." A French heavy voice explained behind us. None other than the long legged egg we meet back on Fish Man Island: Tamago.

I leaned against the railing, resting on a fisted hand until a large tuff of cotton candy caught my attention. "Sanji, can you grab me that piece?" I ask, pointing to the pink snack falling near him.

Reaching out, he gently snatched the food in his hands. Stealing a small piece in the process, he handed the rest over to me.

He put the small piece in his mouth as I took a large bite out of mine. I started to spit mine out at the salty taste. "Gack, gross!"

"Sweaty." Sanji confirmed, surprisingly not getting on to me for wasting food. Maybe it was because it was going to be wasted by nature originally anyway?

Ring Ring Ring

Ring Ring Ring

"Your transponder snail has been ringing off the hook." Sanji complains.

"It is le signal d'urgence. A warning signal, no? Meaning we have already enter Le Territoire de Mama."

"And it's broadcasting over there, I take it?" He asks, glancing at the floating figure in the water ahead of us.

It looked like two giant tart cakes stacked on top of one another. Equally large strawberries and blueberries decorated the dessert with splashes of color, along with the words '28 Tarte' written on the side.

"Oui, monsieur! As le signe says, that is Tarte 28. It is un avant-poste, where a platoon of the Big Mom Pirates are standing à l'attention. If this was not her ship, we would suffer le boom! Un fin tragique."

Though it was hard to make out some of the man's words the point got across. There were moving islands that patrolled Big Mom's territory.

Sanji seemed to understand even better than I did as he temporarily closed his eyes to process. He's always had a habit of doing that, so others couldn't see his emotions.

The egg continued to speak. "Now I do hope you both have decided to be less stubborn and join notre famile. Though it's not just the Big Mom Pirates." I sense him shift his gaze to Sanji underneath those sunglasses. "You'd also be swearing allegiance to le might Germa 66, n'est que pas. Then, no one gets hurt and your dear papa is happy."

Those words seemed to snap something inside the chef. "Y'think I give a crap what that bastard wants?" He questions, spinning to face the larger man behind us.

Still leaning against the side, I also turn to face the interaction.

"I never wanna see him again. He makes me sick." Sanji finishes with a softer tone than he started with, pulling up a cigarette as he did.