WOOT finished the new chapter before my first day back at school.

Which is tomorrow. Sooo YAY!

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UsopppLover4Ever: Ha! Knew it was him. He totally is awesome.

Mmkay, that's covered. No translations this chapter. Haoushoku Haki is just a strong type of natural-born Haki (for definition, see last chapter) that Silvers Rayleigh, among a handful of others, happens to possess.

All right. Now. We've got more Silvers in this chapter, we introduce my interpretations of Roger - I figure, after references from the Skypiea ark (when it's said that he's a good bit like Luffy, I believe by Gan Fall) and what little we have seen of him (which isn't much), he's probably a bit irresponsible and a bit competetive, but pulls through when needed - similarities to Luffy utilized there - but has at least slightly more sense than Luffy, if only due to the difference in age. Silvers, obviously, seems laid back enough from what we've seen of him - which is a good deal more than Roger. Here he's a tad bit irritable, but that's only because he's stuck with dealing with not only Shanks and Buggy's , but now also my two OCs, Lyon and Janx, thanks to Roger deciding to shanghai Lyon into being an apprentice aboard the ship. Well, I know that would make me irritable. I think it would make most people irritable, having to deal with all that arguing.

Ah, also, we find out who the canon character I mentioned in the first chapter is in this one.

Moving on.

Disclaimer: For the last time. I don't own anything that I don't own. Among these things that I don't own is One Piece. Since I don't own it, I don't own it. There. Fine. Good.
Warnings: Not really.
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"Never mind that," blue-hair interrupted, "why the heck does the captain want him to let him get to the ship?"
Silvers shook his head. "I don't know. Probably feels like fighting or something. You'd have to ask him. Roger does a hell of a lot of things that no one but him understands."

Silvers was never really sure why he always had to deal with these things. He was the first mate, surely enough, but it hadn't been his bright idea that the Jolly Roger pirates should take on apprentices to train for a future generation of piracy. He had thought the idea was ridiculous. It didn't turn out to be as bad as he had thought it would be before hand, but the ones like Buggy and Shanks just made it more difficult. As if they weren't bad enough, Roger had just decided on a complete whim that the Lyon kid would probably be a good addition.

Silvers spent a moment blinking dumbly at this, taking in this statement of absolute idiocy, before coming up with a decent reply.

"What?" Maybe it wasn't that good of a reply, but it worked.

"You said his name was Lyon, right?" Silvers nodded reluctantly, leaning against the railing around the quarterdeck. "Then he's got the blood for it. The only problem I see is that he might already be part of another crew, if he was trying to steal the ship. You'll have to find that out."

"He could have been lying about his name."

"I doubt it. Look at the old bounty posters. There's too much resemblance for him to have been lying."

"Janx is probably planning different ways to kill him already. You heard him earlier." Apparently Janx already despised Lyon, as he had bluntly described him earlier as a "dumbass coward who couldn't do anything but hide behind his stupid devil fruit powers."

Roger laughed at this. "So he'll have a rival, big deal. He needs more motivation anyway; he spends more time asleep in the crow's nest than he does doing anything else."

Rival – that was a light way of putting it. Shanks and Buggy, they were rivals. Lyon and Janx were going to end up being mortal enemies if Silvers couldn't talk Roger out of this. The fact remained that no one could talk Roger out of anything he had his mind set to, and Silvers therefore stood no chance of talking him out of this. He had already decided that it would be a good idea to let Lyon into the crew as an apprentice. It wouldn't even matter if Lyon himself had anything to say against it. He was going to be an apprentice.

Silvers saw none of this as any reason to cease his argument just yet.

"The Lyon kid is the one here that lacks any determination. I wasn't even trying to use Haki and he still ended up passed out and falling off the ship. He hasn't got enough ambition."

"He will, he just needs motivation. Seems like he probably wasn't in a crew, probably just set out alone. I didn't recognize the flag on his boat, anyway. Not everyone starts out being a pirate because they genuinely wanted to be one, there's no telling what got him into it. He's not captain material as he is right now, but he probably will be once he's had a little bit of training."

"And what makes you so sure about it?" Silvers challenged.

"I already told you, it's in his blood. If he really is the son of that Lyon, then there's no doubt he'll end up being great."

Silvers shook his head, giving up as it became a pressing matter to split up another argument between Shanks and Buggy (this one about exactly how the climates of islands in the Grand Line worked) before it could turn too serious – they would argue anything into a fistfight if given the opportunity. It was obvious to Silvers that Roger just wasn't going to give in on this matter – or any other matter, given his stubbornness – and it would therefore be pointless to try to argue much of anything.

"Hey." Kick. "Wake up." Pause. Kick. "Don't make me kick you again, kid. Up."

With a groan of protest at this horrible concept of "waking up," Lyon lifted his head up from where it had been resting on his knees and stared across from where he was sitting at the wall. Wall… wall? His boat had no walls. This was definitely not normal. His boat also had no crew, so who was this kicking him awake in what appeared to be a ship cabin?

But he had fallen into the ocean earlier. That should have killed him, being that his devil fruit prevented him from being able to move in water even while he was conscious, so perhaps he was dead. This theory, however, still didn't solve the mystery of who had just kicked him awake. It seemed that looking around might solve the mystery, so he decided to do that.

It didn't take him too long to spot Silvers, the very person who had caused him to fall off of the edge of the ship earlier. So that was where he was then, on that ship. He wasn't dead. That was nice to know. Silvers was looking extremely annoyed, however, so how long Lyon would stay alive remained to be seen.

"You were out for hours, haven't you got any sense of determination?" he asked, pacing around the cabin. Lyon blinked in response.

"Haki?"

"At least you know what I'm talking about…" he grumbled irately.

Lyon shrugged. "My brother has a really high level Haki. We didn't know what it was until his dad told him."

Silvers stopped pacing. "His dad," he said thoughtfully under his breath. That could explain it. It did explain it, in fact, as was proven when Lyon elaborated on the statement.

"Yeah, they don't really get along with each other much. I don't have a dad," he added, as though it was perfectly normal for anyone in the world to only have one biological parent. "I just go by my mom's maiden name." He paused for a moment, looking around. Then something clicked in his mind – if he was on this ship, then what was going on with his boat? All of his things were on it. After his argument with the vendor in the last town over that guitar, leaving it alone for any amount of time seemed like a terrible idea.

"Where's my stuff?" he asked, continuing to look around.

"Captain's decided you'd make a good apprentice." Silvers sounded particularly perturbed about this.

"All right, whatever," Lyon said, waving a dismissive hand, and then he repeated, "Where's my stuff?"

"All of your supplies have been taken and added to this ship's inventory."

"My rum –!" he began, looking horrified.

"Has been added to the ship's inventory," Silvers interrupted him. "Seemed like those –" He pointed off at a corner, "were the only things you had that weren't a part of your general supplies." Lyon's eyes followed to where Silver was pointing. He gave a sigh of relief at the sight of a guitar case, a tattered tricorne hat, and a folded flag sitting in a corner of the room. However, his brow furrowed a moment later, and he hurried over to the corner to grab the guitar case, unlatch it, and open it. The guitar was still there. That was good. Now a secondary investigation was necessary. He pulled the instrument out of the case and began closely examining every inch of it. After a few minutes, he frowned slightly and set it carefully back in the case. Silvers raised an eyebrow at all of this.

"Did it pass your inspection?" he asked sarcastically as Lyon picked up his hat, looked it over quickly, and put it on.

"Nope," he said calmly. "There was a scratch underneath the bridge that was never there before."

"So…"

Lyon shrugged. "I'm going to find out who carried onto the ship and kill them," he said, just as calmly. "Do you know who it was?"

Silvers's brow furrowed. For someone who had just been unconscious for around five hours after just being in the presence of someone who could use Haoushoku Haki without the person actually using it, it seemed strange that he might have any determination over much of anything. Regardless of that, Silvers knew exactly who had carried the guitar onto the ship, and telling Lyon would only add fuel to an already burning fire. Given Janx's opinion on the entire situation, there was every chance that he had been purposely careless with the guitar case just out of spite. Silvers wouldn't have put much of anything past Janx – he could be deadlier than anyone else in the entire crew when he wanted to be.

He shook his head no slowly in response to the question. "No idea." No use in adding fuel to the fire, none at all. "And I wouldn't be able to let you kill whoever did it if I did know. Killing a nakama is punishable by death on most ships, marine and pirate alike."

"Yeah, but there has to be some reason I was saved," he pointed out. "What would be the point of going and killing me when you could have just as easily let me die in the first place when I tried to steal the ship?"

"You've got a little more common sense than you let on, then," Silvers said, crossing his arms. He nodded at the open guitar case. "Where did you get that from?"

Lyon frowned momentarily. "I'm not selling it or trading it for anything," he said, a note of finality in his tone. "I've already had some guy selling weapons in the last town offer me his week's profits and as much of his stock of weapons as I wanted to take for it and I said no."

"I wasn't asking you to, I'm just asking how you got it."

He looked cautious, but he shrugged. "Was my mom's. She said she had it with her when she was a pirate. I just took it before I left, seemed like a good idea at the time. After the last island, though, I'm going to be paranoid that someone might steal it if I don't keep it with me all the time." Thoughtfully, he added, "I think my mom might have been a more famous pirate than she let on. Hmm?" Eyebrows raised, he took the stack of papers Silvers had just picked up off of a desk and handed to him. They were bounty posters, most of them fairly old, though a few appeared newer.

"Those are all of the world's highest bounties. Some of them are a little outdated," he said, "but that's because there aren't any rookies that have surpassed them yet. The ones that are new –"

Lyon interrupted him with a loud laugh. "My brother's in here!"

"What?" Silvers asked incredulously, snatching the stack of papers away from Lyon to look at the poster he had been looking at. His brow furrowed. "Dragon the Revolutionary?"

"Yep!" he said, voice filled with something that could only be described as pride. "He said that he was leaving to overthrow the World Government. He was always like that. He started out just not liking Da– his dad," he corrected himself quickly. Silvers ignored it; the kid had his own reasons for it, and he wasn't saying anything about them, so it wasn't any concern of his. "Then he decided to look into the Marines because of that, then the whole government, and he decided he didn't like how things were run. He heard about the Revolutionary Army and decided to go join it. He left a couple years ago. I guess he's doing good if he's got one of the highest bounties in the world now."

Silvers raised an eyebrow at the photograph on the bounty poster. "He's one of the highest ranking members, from what the news says."

"I don't read newspapers," Lyon said with a shrug. "They're boring." Silvers shook his head and handed back the posters. It was hard to tell if the kid was a complete idiot or just good at acting like he was. Maybe it was a little of both. "So most of these are pirates, right?"

"Most of them. There might be a few Revolutionaries in there, you'll even see a bounty hunter occasionally."

Lyon paused flipping through the pages, looking puzzled at this. "Why would the government want to put bounties on bounty hunters? They're getting rid of people that the government put bounties on in the first place."

"They prefer executing the criminals themselves, so they'll get annoyed at the ones who kill the criminals instead of just catching them and turning them in, and put bounties on them to get rid of the competition. I'm not saying it makes much sense," Silvers added with a laugh. "That's just how they get things done."

Lyon shrugged and continued flipping through the pages. "So they're ordered lowest bounty to highest one," he observed, stopping on one. He thought for a moment, then flipped to the one at the back to look at it. His jaw dropped, and so did the papers from his hand – however, it's hard to say whether the latter of his actions was out of surprise or because of the clatter that had just been made out on the deck that seemed to have caused the ship to give a particularly dangerous lurch. Papers forgotten momentarily, he looked around the cabin.

"What was –?" he began.

"Garp!" a yell from the deck interrupted him. "We're under attack!"

"Shit," Silvers said. Looking annoyed, he headed for the door. "That bastard won't ever learn…"

"Wh – what – who did –?"

"Garp the Fist, he's a Marine captain that's been after Roger for a while," Silvers said, stopping at the door. Lyon blinked dumbly in response to this information. "Hurry it up. You're a part of this crew, you're going to have to fight."

"I –"

"That's a command." With that, he left. Lyon stared at the open door for a moment before resigning himself to the fact that he was going to have to go out there. It seemed his good luck had run out after nearly dying. He gave a sigh as he picked up the guitar from its open case. He paused to look down at the stack of bounty posters lying on the floor near his foot, to read the only lying on the top of the stack.

Lyon D. Helena, Hell's Angel. Bounty, five trillion beli. What exactly she had done to merit a bounty that high was beyond him. It was true she could be quite frightening when she was angry (and because of this, he had every intention of avoiding ever returning to his hometown – she would be far beyond angry with him for stealing her guitar), but five trillion was a little extreme. For that matter, her husband was a Marine. Taking that into account, it made very little sense that she wasn't in Impel Down.

Maybe the bounty poster was outdated, now completely out of effect, but Lyon somehow thought not. It sort of made more sense if the bounty still was in effect, why she never left the little island they had lived on when she had a fully functioning Log Pose, and that she wouldn't be found out because she was actually under the protection of the Marines. But the number on the poster still made things a bit odd. If she was worth that much, then it probably wasn't protection from the Marines that was keeping her away from the gallows. It didn't make any sense what it could have been.

Shouldering the guitar strap, he decided to leave the room before someone was sent to get him. It made no sense to him now why any higher power thought he needed to be saved from drowning earlier. If the Marines' ship made it to this one, he would just be killed anyway.

Just as he reached the open cabin door, there was another sound of impact on the deck, followed by another lurch. This simultaneously caused Lyon to flinch slightly and stumble out onto the deck, straight into the blue-haired kid who had, earlier that day, attempted to shoot him.

"Watch it!" he snapped, and Lyon suddenly found the sawed-off shotgun pointed at him again. "Oh, you." He lowered his gun – reluctantly, it seemed. "I'm not supposed to kill you."

Irritated at this, Lyon replied, "Go ahead if you want to. I'll be killed as soon as that ship gets here, anyway."

"What, you mean you can't stop it from getting here with those damn devil fruit powers?" he replied sarcastically.

Lyon opened his mouth to give his own sarcastic reply, but thought for a moment about the question, and instead said in a thoughtful voice, "Actually, I might be able to…"

"Oh, come on," he said skeptically. "You can't be serious. You're –"

He was interrupted when another cannonball hit the ship. Lyon looked around, perplexed. "Why aren't we returning fire?"

"The Marines' ship is too far off for any cannon to reach," a voice spoke from behind them. They both turned around, blue-hair pointing his shotgun towards the disturbance. "Cut that out." Silvers swatted the gun away with the sword he was holding. "Save it for when that ship gets here, Roger's got every intention of letting it."

"Wait a minute," Lyon interjected. "If it's too far for any cannon to reach, then how –?"

"Garp," Silvers said grudgingly as he looked at the ship approaching them from the port side, "doesn't need cannons."

"How –?"

"Never mind that," blue-hair interrupted, "why the heck does the captain want him to let him get to the ship?"

Silvers shook his head. "I don't know. Probably feels like fighting or something. You'd have to ask him. Roger does a hell of a lot of things that no one but him understands."

"I've noticed." Lyon noticed blue-hair glaring at him in particular at this.

"What?" he demanded.

The simple inquiry was more than enough to trigger an argument, which triggered a minor scuffle, which ended a moment later with the two getting knocked round the head and told off by a very annoyed first mate who would soon, for the third time that week alone, be asking exactly why he had to be the one placed in charge of dealing with all of this ridiculousness.

And that is that.

I feel sort of bad making Silvers have to deal with all that. Poor guy. Oh well, the crew'll be disbanding in a couple years when Roger's executed, anyway. He won't have to deal with it after that.

The story'll keep going, though. It's going to cover a good bit of time. I know exactly where it's going to end already. Yay me! I planned stuff. I'm getting better at that.