A Pirate's Heart (One Piece fanfic) [EDITING]

20:: Time for Hell

(AN: I apologize beforehand for the crappy chapty TWENTY! It’s the spring and my allergies are acting up, so I feel like shit, I cant think straight (let alone see) I can hardly breath and my brain is producing mush, while I cough and sneeze my insides out. Be nice tot the chappie and don’t judge the work, it’s the damn spring air.

But please, tell me if this’s bertter or worst, like just the work in general. It would be funy if my writings better when im sick.)

%Narrator%

The Straw Hats had spilt up, each (unknowingly) to their destined opponent. Monkey D. Luffy is unknowingly running straight into Witch’s trap, Roronoa Zoro is facing off Sterling in the lower construction zone, Sanji is running through the first level, searching desperately for the girls, Usopp, Nami, and Robin are facing the Tsuru Army, Chopper is stuck in the ventilation system, and Rhythm is battling Sapphire in the lower weapons room.

And throughout all this, Witch’s plan is about to take action. A tourist ship is approaching the island from the east, while eight marine vessels are approaching from the west. Witch’s weapon is almost complete, and if his plan plays out correctly, the world will be in his lap.

The Mugiwara’s actions are timed, leaving them four hours before the vessels and tourist ship lands on Tomoni Island. Two before the weapon is complete, and a half hour before Captain Witch will become Princess Amaya’s husband.

In the Princess’s bedroom, she is being fitted into her wedding gown. A ling, silvery white  zcho no kinei dress with a long train and a gossamer veil to hide her face. The top of the dress was a halter, cutting down just below her perfect breasts and had a gossamer sleeves and under shirt, the hems decorated with silver beads and a tiny tiara sat atop her head. A bouquet of  zcho no kinei reds, oranges, yellows, pinks, whites, and golds held together with a silver ribbon that trailed down to her knees when held at her waist shivered nervously in her pale, graceful hands. In the little skin that was shown, there was not a single flaw that marred her flesh, instead it was a smooth ivory expanse that seemed to radiate its own glory. Amaya’s nurse adjusted slipped dainty silver and white slippers onto her feet, hands shaking and old face pale.

“Princess, you must not go through with this-“ the nurse started.

Amaya held up her hand, silencing the nurse,” No. It’s to help the people. If I don’t, who knows what he’ll do to the Tomonians, ja? Especially my father.”

The old nurse bit her lip, mismatching eyes wet with sadness, “Honey, I don’t know if-“

“No! He’s not gone, ja!” her bell voice snapped, “I refuse to listen to such rubbish, ja! I will take him down, from the inside, ja. I will not have him rule the world as he did to Tomoni, ja!”

The nurse soften. “Okay. Let’s just do the finishing touches and then we’ll talk about that later, dear.”

$Nami$

The man under the mask was not a man at all, but some sort of . . . monster.

Usopp screamed and almost fainted, Robin gasped in shock, and I gaped, to shocked and scared for words.

He had a head, humanly shaped, yes. But there was no flesh, muscle, bones, anything. Instead it was twisting vines in the shape of a head, no features except a wide gaping hole where its mouth should be. The vines twisted and curdled, as though it were restless snakes. The “mouth” was lined with sharp bits of metal, making it look like some grotesque leach.