GOOD DAY FELLOW FANS OF ONE PIECE! I have decided after a long while of inactivity on this sight I will be doing a new fic, this one. So if you're reading, Awesome! If you're not, then this sentence was pointless. This fic centers around a character that was going to appear in "The Outcasts" but that idea has been all but scrapped. So without any further hesitation and no more adieu, Enjoy!

BTW I don't own op

Gunsmith

Chapter 1: A Death in the Family

So… this was what it's like to be dead.

I must admit, it was a bit dull. There was nothing around me, just an empty white void. I wasn't even sure if I had a body anymore. I tried to remember what had happened before I… died. There was the alley behind my apartment, some dark man standing above me… oh. Now I remembered.

20 minutes beforehand

I was with my friends celebrating my 19th birthday. We couldn't exactly go to a club and drink just stayed at my place ordered pizza and watched some movies.

Oh, I'm being rude, sorry. My name is Jenny. I haven't been the most popular person in any setting for most of my life, mainly because I have an odd hobby. I'm a blacksmith of sorts. I had become obsessed with it ever since I found an old forge in the back of my uncle's auto shop. Most girls don't want to hang out with a girl that would rather pound away at a length of steel than talk about guys and the latest episode of America's Next Top Model. Considering this, my friends were as follows: a hipster who originally became friends with me because no one else was; an idiot girl who doesn't even know how to spell friend; and a psychopath who likes me because I make pointy things.

Let me clarify, I don't just make swords, I've also taken to making old style guns, revolvers and rifles and the like. Because of this I always keep a six-shooter on me, even at school. I mean, come on, who's gonna check a 5'6 brunette schoolgirl's backpack for a revolver.

We were just sitting and relaxing when we finished the movie. Everyone said they had to get home so they said goodbye, leaving me to clean up their mess. Not the best friends ever.

I walked downstairs with the trash bag because the dumpster was in the back of the building. Now, if you've ever seen a movie with a young girl at night in a dark alley, you would probably tell me I was being a dumbass. But sadly, I am a dumbass and went anyway. I was just rubbing my hands on my jeans to get the crap from the dumpster off when I heard a voice.

"Well aint this a surprise?"

I whipped around to see who made the noise. All I could see was a man standing in the shadows, something shiny in his hand. I backed and reached for my gun. Oh fuck I thought, I had left in the apartment.

"You lost, chickadee?" he said stepping in to the light. Damn he was ugly.

"Nope," I said shakily, backing towards the street, "just trying to get home."

"Maybe I can help," he said twirling the knife in his hands, "help you find someone ya know? Maybe…" he suddenly lunged, "make ya meet yer maker?!"

I didn't have a chance, the knife sunk into my chest before I could even turn. As I fell to the ground and the world went blank, I was vaguely aware that he had kept stabbing me while laugh hysterically.

Present

So now at least I knew how I got here. Although the question now is where is here?

"Hello?" I called, hoping for a response.

Be calm child, a voice from inside my head, you have nothing to fear, you are safe now.

"For some reason I don't believe you," I commented, "Where am I?"

You have been selected for another chance at life; given your old one was so short, the voice replied, do you have a preference as to where you wish to begin it? Mind you it is impossible to return you to your previous life. I thought for a moment, where would I like to go? Since I'm starting a brand new life I should choose something interesting, right?

"I want to live in a place filled with adventure," I finally said, "somewhere like…" a thought struck me, "One Piece." I had always liked that anime when I was a kid, and in a place like that, adventure was waiting to be had.

I could hear the smile in the voice as it said, Good choice, and as a bonus I can make your life pan out so you join the Straw Hat Pirates and remain a blacksmith.

This sounded too good to be true, "Okay, what's the catch?"

No catch. Just live the best life you can. And just like that the world started to fade again. Good luck…

East Blue, house of Captain Corona, 19 years before the events of One Piece.

The wife of marine Captain Corona C. Fief panted heavily as she held her newest child in her arms, Jennifer. She smiled at the beautiful child in her arms as her 5 year old son, Aric, looked at his new baby sister.

"Hi there," he said smiling down at her, "I'm your new big brother." She opened her eyes to see a boy with sandy hair smiling down at her. She started giggling at the goofy face he was making.

"What's her name?" he asked.

"Jennifer," his mother replied.

"Jennifer? I'll call her Jenny." He grinned.

6 years later, same island

Jenny sat outside the blacksmith's shop in town, Aric standing next to her. She had grown to completely contrast with her big brother. While he had their mother's sandy hair, their father's tanned skin and brown eyes, she had their fathers deep brown hair, their mother's pinkish skin and blue eyes. She also had some freckles doting her nose.

"I'm nervous," she said, "what if he doesn't want me?"
"Oh come on," Aric said, his condescending smirk that had replaced his goofy grin sliding into place, "you're already a natural, I saw you making utensils for your tea set over the fireplace back home. You'll do fine."

"I hope your right" she said walking in.

The man at the forge didn't even look up as she entered, merely stating, "Wadya want?"

She gulped and summoned her courage, saying, "I want to apply for an apprenticeship."

"Didya bring some of yer work?"

"Y-yes." I said, holding the few utensils I had made up for him to see. He turned from what he had been making and turned towards me. He was a huge man, but other than that he had a hooked nose, a bald head and a huge red beard. I couldn't see his eyes because they were covered by a pair of goggles. He scrutinized my pieces thoroughly.

"Not bad, did you use a nail hammer to make these?" he said suddenly, making me jump. I nodded. "Hmph, it shows. Alright kid I'll take you on, come in first thing tomorrow morning and we'll get started."

"Really?" I cried, eyes shining. He nodded.

"Ya got talent, I'd love to see what ya can do once ya got real tools," he said, "and before ya start sayin 'thank you, sir' I want to make it clear," he said, making me think he wasn't doing it for me, "don't call me sir, call me Daedalus." Well that's different.

"Thank you!" I exclaimed, "thank you so much for everything!" he grunted in response as I ran out the door.

Aric was standing there grinning wide, he must have heard.

"Come on, maybe the good news will help mom feel better." He said running off. Our mom had been sick for a few months. The doctors said it was bad, but mom was tough and I knew she'd be fine.

When we got back to the house, Dad was just walking out, his shoulders sagging.

"Daddy I've got great news!" I said beaming up at him, then I noticed tears coming down his face. "Daddy?" My eyes widened, as I immediately knew what had happened. I started sobbing and Dad immediately wrapped his arms around me, his large body dwarfing mine. Aric ran in, not wanting to believe what he already knew was true.

Mom was dead.

Well there it is, chapter numero uno. Hoped you like it. Tell me what you think in the reviews. Do what ya can and what ya want.

Ciao-Smith