Missy

Seventy eight thousand, nine hundred and twenty six

I don't own One Piece. If I did, I would have a fire breathing bird to ride around on.

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BWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

"Chopper!"

He stared at you with wide eyes and puffed cheeks, the whistle between his lips. So he was acting out of panic. You let out an internal sigh of relief.

"I thought I said use that as a last resort."

He gaped at you, spluttering through the whistle.

"And now we can't use it again," you sighed, swinging Mello over one shoulder, "But I was getting a little bored."

The rider smirked, "Bit cocky for a Blue Sea dweller, aren't you? How insulting." Now he had fully come into the light, you took in his padded aviator gear and pointed moustache that curled when he grinned, "You should be thankful that you are offering your life to God Eneru."

You sidestepped to avoid the lance thrust at you.

"Big Sis (y/n)!"

"Chopper, make sure Merry's alright." You turned, smiling, "I've got this."

The lance scraped against the mossy stone of the altar, leaving a trail of flame in its wake.

"Why did you dodge?" The aviator grimaced, "There's nothing that can save you now. Fuza-"

The bird squawked.

"Burn them!"

"Mellontas...CANNON!"

He fired you into the air, high above the aviator and his bird.

But to your surprise, the aviator smirked, "I knew you were going to jump." The bird raised his head, firing a fireball straight at you.

"And I knew you were going to do that!" you cried, already using Mello to swing yourself towards the rider and avoiding the fireball completely.

His mouth dropped, "M...mantra?"

Your foot connected with his face, knocking him into the white sea below. For a moment, you just stood there on the back of the bird, breathing heavily.

"Mello...what the hell was that?"

"He knew what we were going to do," he breathed.

"I thought I was the only person who could do that..."

"Evidently not."

"THE SHIP!"

Head zipping round, your heart sank. You had dodged the fireball. Merry hadn't been so lucky. As it was, Chopper in his heavy point form had to tear down the rigging to stop the fire from spreading. The mast creaked to one side.

Perhaps it was your imagination, but you were certain you could hear a young girl screaming.

"Shit!" Chopper winced, stamping out the flames with his bare feet.

"CHOPPER-" you yelled before the bird bucked you off, finally realising that you weren't its master. Mello, ever the quick thinker, snaked around its talons before you could fall too far. "Thanks..."

"You should pay more attention to yourself."

"Oi oi!" The aviator chuckled as he leapt from the cloud below, "It shouldn't matter what happens to a ship that isn't going to be carrying anyone anymore." The bird swooped down to collect him, your feet skimming the surface of the sea. "You and your friends cannot be saved."