Okay, so I'm sure most of you will find this story from my other one, "Through a Canine's Eyes". I only started this story a few months ago because I was bored, and up until now, I had it posted on another account because I wasn't sure how far I'd get with it. I decided to finally post it to my main account. I'm not even sure I'll post more chapters for it, because most of my writing time is taken up by Through a Canine's Eyes. I really only started it to practice and expand my writing to help me with Through a Canine's Eyes, so I decided to share it with you guys.

And don't worry, I won't give up Through a Canine's Eyes for this story. That story will always come first. This is just practice and for fun.

'You need to live. That's my last order to you, for now. Live. Even if you have to struggle and suffer – do everything in your power to stay alive until I find a way to get you back. You've been the most successful experiment so far, and I don't need you falling into the wrong hands. So live and wait. I'll get you again some day,' said the eerily familiar voice in her head. Her consciousness started to surface with those words echoing around. Dreams were one of the only things she couldn't control – a time when old memories like that had a bad habit of surfacing. She hadn't forgotten those orders of course, but the skills and talents that she had been given and trained to posses were not much help in the normal social world. That was one of the main reasons that she was in the position she was in.

She was sitting with her back against a wooden wall, her legs sprawled out in front of her. Her wrists and arms ached dreadfully due to the fact that they were suspended above her head, the chains keeping her from lowering them to relieve some of the discomfort. It wasn't just her arms that ached, her whole body was protesting from sitting idly for so long.

'You've just woken up, so don't forgot to stretch your limbs as much as possible to get the blood running through properly,' the ever-logical part of her mind prodded her. Without question she started to clench her fingers and toes, and slowly worked her way along all of her limbs, clenching the muscles, relaxing them and repeating it as pins and needles started to develop.

How long had she been here now? At first she had tried to keep track of the time, but when one couldn't keep track of the rising and the falling of the sun, time was hard to tell. Never the less, it had been too long. She couldn't keep living like this. Her body wouldn't support it. The meager meals they supplied her with were not enough to support her body. Her captors were obviously clueless to the nutrition that a body need. It could be supported off of small meals, but only if all the right proteins, fiber, fats and carbohydrates were included in that diet. An irregular scrap of bread was nowhere near enough. And the constant draining feeling from the seastone in the cuffs didn't help in the least.

She heard footsteps trailing across the deck above her head, not an unusual sound considering the crew manned the ship almost 24/7. At the moment though, as far as she could tell from the lack of swaying and rocking from the boat, they must have been docked. Most likely this would be at an island. She'd probably slept through the arrival. Not that being awake would have benefited her at all.

"Quick!" a voice that she recognized as the captain's roared out on the above deck. He sounded flustered. "Waste no time! Get ready to sail! If you, we, want this plan to work, we need to start moving now!"

"Ay, Cap'n!" a few voices responded, and she couldn't miss the tremor of anxiety and excitement in their voices. Something must be happening.

More feet scrambled all over the deck, an all too familiar rhythm. Normally she would have ignored it, but for the first time since she'd been on this ship, something big was happening. And she didn't know what it was.

The door to the lower room smashed open so suddenly, and with so much force, that she jumped. She was down a sense thanks to the seastone cuffs, leaving her more on edge than normal. She only had her senses of sound, touch, taste and smell to rely on, meaning that in this situation she was already at the disadvantage. Not to mention the fact that she was restrained, her movements limited.

There was a lot of grunting coming from two men as they hauled something down the stairs and into the same room as her. She kept silent, and listened cautiously, trying to analyze the situation. When the men reached the bottom of the stairs, they dropped something on the wooden floor boards not too far from her feet, she drew them back towards herself, pulling her knees up to chest.

"What the hell does that guy eat?" one of the two panted.

"Doesn't concern us. So long as this plan works, our captain's name will be spoken around the whole world! He may even become a yonko. We'll be feared and recognized across all four seas!" the other laughed. "Should we chain him up to the wall like that bitch?"

"Nah, it'd take too much time. He's out of it for now, and he's wrapped in chains. I can't see him escaping anytime soon," the other answered.

Her mind was spinning, trying to piece together everything so that she could understand the situation. They'd just brought in another captive, most likely obtained from the island they'd docked at. They were in a rush to leave, and they were discussing about their captain becoming a yonko. The only way to become a yonko was to beat one of the current ones. None of the current yonko were anything to dismiss easily either, so if they were about to take on a yonko, she was about to be placed in a very dangerous position.

"Oi," one of the voices snapped as they walked the short few steps across the room, looming over her. A grubby hand reached down, grabbing either side of her face, gripping it roughly and forcing her face up towards his own. Her long, shaggy, black hair slipped away from her face, but her eyes didn't meet his thanks to the bandages wrapped around them – bandages that very rarely came off. "You might finally be of some use. All that effort we put into catching you might pay off."

"…Will I be expected to fight?" she croaked, her throat dry from dehydration. She swallowed, trying, in vain, to moisten her throat. The main purpose of the question was to get more information from the goons so that she could make a plan. She needed to live, and fighting a yonko didn't seem like the safest activity to undertake.

He snorted and replied, "Of course you will. We didn't go to all that trouble to get you for nothing. You've been trained as a weapon, have you not? You're just what we need when in case we run into trouble with out plan."

Run into trouble? So the plan was avoid conflict, but still achieve the status of yonko? A trap? Maybe the new captive was bait, and that's why they had to leave so urgently. She was pleased to finally be collecting some information.

"In my current physical condition, I shall not be much use in a fight. My body is struggling to support itself on the diet that I've been supplied and my muscles are weak from not being used." The hand released her face. "If you expected me to fight, then shouldn't you have bee –" A flat palm connected with the side of her face, snapping her head to the side as the sound rung throughout her ears.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, you scum! You should be thankful that we're even feeding you!" the man snapped, a particle of spit landing on her cheek from the force of the yelling.

She couldn't understand why she'd been hit for saying that. She had not made a direct offensive remark at him, or his family, and yet he'd taken offence to it and slapped her. It was not a logical reaction in the slightest. People like him and his crewmates are why she found it to so hard to survive on her own. They didn't react like they should when she thought logically about it. They always seemed unpredictable. She didn't like it because she didn't understand it.

"Ungrateful little wench," the other man grumbled. "This is why I hate women."

"Sygnot, you're too ugly to ever get a woman. That's why you hate them," the other laughed.

"Shut up!" he snarled and stormed up the stairs and out of the room.

The remaining man chuckled to himself as he stepped away from her and walked towards the stairs. He paused right before he stepped onto the staircase, saying, "Girl, just remember that you are ours now. You'll do what we want if you value your life." He then walked up the stairs, slamming the door closed.

'If I want to live, huh?' she thought to herself, letting her head drop back against the wood. The ship started to rock more violently, meaning that they'd left the island. 'Living sounds simple when you say the word, but why is it so difficult?'

"Urgh, what the hell was in the drink?" a voice slurred, his words slow and groggy.

"I'd imagine that it was some sort of fast acting sedative," she replied dryly. "Are you feeling dizzy?"

"Well, the ground feels like it is moving under me. Does that count?"

"No, I feel that too. It's just the waves rocking the boat."

"Oh."

She released a deep breath, sighing as she counted to three in her head. People like him were so predictable. '1…2…3…'

"Wait! Ship!" he cried and she listened as he tried to jump up, only to trip and slam back down onto the wooden decking. The sound of flesh hitting wood and a muted cry of pain resounded around the room. "Ow… My head."

"You may be conscious right now, but the sedative probably hasn't worn off fully yet. Moving around is not recommended as you will feel dizzy, and your limbs will be weak," she said, resting her chin on her knees. "You'll only injure yourself more by moving."

"Yep… No… I've got that now," he said and she heard him wriggling slightly – probably shifting into a comfortable position.

"And you are?" he questioned. "Judging by the fact that you're chained to the wall, I'm guessing you aren't part of this crew."

"You're taking this whole situation very calmly," she responded, weary about giving out information on herself before she knew more about him.

"I've been in worse situations," he laughed. "As soon as this sedative has worn off, I'm getting off of this ship. I'm already going to get teased by the other guys because I got captured, no need to make it worse."

"The other guys?"

"My crew mates."

"Pirate?"

"Yep."

"Your captain is a yonko?"

"Yep. The best. Whitebeard."

"Oh." She couldn't figure out if the guy she was talking to was an idiot or just very confident. He was happily giving her as much information as she wanted without demanding anything in return. Was it a trap? Was he planning something? Was he trying to lure her into a false sense of security? Did he only want her to believe that he was an idiot?

"And you?" he asked again.

"I'm… I'm not really sure what I am. I would call myself a captive, but from what I've heard, the captain plans to use me to fight for him. I'm not sure how he plans to do that," she said.

"Want to break out of here with me?" he asked, and she could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

Break out of here? Sure, she had no reason to stay. But would it really be that easy? Maybe it would. She'd heard of Whitebeard's reputation. He wouldn't let anyone hurt his crew. Doubtlessly he was coming to retrieve the man she was sharing a room with. She has a better chance by sticking with him rather than teaming up with the current crew that had her chained and locked up.

"Sure."

"Great! So what's the plan?"

"Wait, you don't have one?"

"No," he laughed.

"…"

"…Wait, you don't have a plan either, do you?"

"Not at the moment. If I did, I would have escaped a long time ago."

"…I see."

She started to put all the pieces together in her mind. A plan. She needed one. There was no way she'd trust the other guy to make one. She needed more information for a full analysis though. "What do you currently have on your person?"

"Other than my charming personality?"

"…"

"My dashing sense of humor?"

"…"

"…Right about now is where you are meant to start laughing."

"Oh. That was a… joke?" she questioned, finally starting to understand. She was under the impression that he was being serious. Normally people wouldn't be joking in the situation that they were in.

"Yep," he replied, sounding confused by her reaction.

"I have an inability to understand jokes. My apologies."

"An inability to understand jokes? You're a weird one, aren't you?" he replied.

"If by weird, you mean that I'm odd or unusual, then you'd be correct," she replied in a serious tone.

"…Right. I'll make a note of that," he said. "Well, I had my two swords on me, but it seems that they've taken that off of me."

"I would assume so."

"Which leaves me with… pretty much nothing," he laughed, not seeming all that bothered by it.

"If these cuffs were removed from my wrist, I'd be able to get us out of here," she pointed out. "But they're made of seastone, and impossible to break. There is one pair of keys, but from what I've learnt, the captain has the only set."

"Seastone? You're a Devil Fruit user?" he sounded rather interested by the possibility.

"I am," she replied cautiously, refusing to say more than that. Silence echoed for a few seconds.

"You're the secretive type, huh? That's okay. I understand," he replied in an honest manner.

"Give me some time and I shall run through a few simulations using what information I have so far," she replied, curling her toes absentmindedly. There were so many things that could change the outcome of any possible scenario at the moment. Too many variables that she didn't have enough information to be able decrease.

"Okay," he replied, staying quiet for a few seconds. "…Need any help with that?"

"Silence would be lovely."

"Oh."

"Someone's coming," she said, breaking the silence in the room.

"Really? How do you know?" he asked.

"I can hear them," she replied, lifting her head off of her knees. "Remember what I said before. The plan."

"I don't hear anything. You must have really good hearing." She listened as he shuffled around on the floor.

"I do," she confirmed as the door to the room clicked open. The sound of footsteps tapped against the wood as someone made their way down into the room with them. The two captives were silent.

"Good to see you're both still alive," a voice said, and she knew straight away it was the captain. She'd assumed that he'd come to visit sooner or later. One factor in her plan was already being set up. It was time to set the board. "Been getting acquainted, have we?"

"We were just discussing how stupid what you're doing is," she responded, hoping to hit a nerve in one go. Let him think he has the upper hand and he'll get cocky. She was baiting him. She just had to see if he took the bait.

"What?" he snarled, turning on her and striding her way. She heard him as he made his way across the room and she didn't move an inch.

"Your plan. Are you sure you've considered your plan of action enough? I can spot a few potential problems already," she responded.

"And what the hell would someone like you know?" he snapped, reaching forward and grabbing a handful of her hair. He forced her head back so that her face was looking at him. She was aware that men seemed to get a sense of power from forcing people to look at them, but while she had her bandage on, her eyes couldn't meet his anyway. It made no difference to her. It only made them feel more secure and powerful. It was just an ego boost. This could, and would, work to her advantage. So long as the other guy kept silent like she'd requested him to when she'd told him her plan.

"You plan to win a place as a yonko by challenging Whitebeard," she pointed out, and she heard her fellow captive tensed, the chains around his stomach rattling. She'd forgotten to mention that, but she thought he'd been able to figure that much out for himself… "The man that you've brought here, you're trying to lure Whitebeard and his crew into trap, aren't you? You plan to defeat him that way."

The captain's teeth ground together, and she knew that she'd hit the nail right on the head. She didn't like to make assumptions, but they seemed to be correct this time.

"I was told you were a tricky one, but I didn't imagine this. Do you know what happens to nosey people on a pirate ship?" he taunted.

"I'm not aware, no," she replied calmly.

"Are you trying to be funny?"

"I don't understand humor."

"Tch. Listen, girl. You work for me now. As soon as you prove yourself loyal, I'll let you out of here. Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, bracing one hand on the wall as he loomed over her.

"That question… Is it in relation to the topic of conversation right before the question was asked, or is it just a simple question, with no prior involvement to anything else?" she replied, trying to buy as much time as she could. The plan was working so far.

"…What?" both men in the room asked at the same time.

"Is that questi–" she started to repeat herself.

"Forget the damn question!" he yelled, losing his temper. His grip on her hair tightened and pulled her head back even further. She could smell his breath as he leaned even closer to her face. "Listen to me. I'm not an idiot. Right about now Whitebeard will be getting word that I have one of his commanders. He will also be told where we'll be. He'll come after us, and we'll have a trap waiting for him. We're heading to an island that has high cliffs all around the outside – cliffs that no human will be able scale. Not even Whitebeard. There is only one way in and out of this island, and there are only a select few that know it. I'm one. Once Whitebeard arrives at the island, he will be met by a barrage of attacks coming from the top of the cliffs, and he won't be able to do a thing about it!"

"Do you think I'll really let that happen!" the man in chains yelled and started struggling against them. She heard the chains clanking and the captain let go of the hair, his footsteps making their way over to the member of Whitebeard's crew.

'Well, he managed to hold his tongue for long enough at least,' she thought to herself.

"Just try and stop me!" She heard something connect with flesh, a grunt coming from the other captive as he was thrown back against the ground. The girl guessed that it was probably a foot.

"Both of you are my captives right, understand? Your lives are mine, and I could kill you any second. You should be begging for your lives right now!" He stomped up the stairs and threw the door closed behind him, leaving them in silence.

"That bastard," the man grumbled under his breath. "Did you plan work?"

"Yep," she replied, lifting up her foot and showing off the pair of keys that was hanging off her toes. "He never even noticed."

"…Perfect."