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Here's the next chapter of Voyage everybody! =D
As wel left our heroes they'd finally encountered Francesca, now what does the evil sheep have planned for them? What are her powers? Will we have an epic fight scene? Not likely on the last one but let us hope. Lets see if the Cuddlebutt Pirates are up to the test!
Anyway please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a great day! =D
All characters owned by me.
Pokemon & One Piece NOT owned by me.
The now three members (not counting the plushies) of the Cuddlebutts Pirate Crew looked up in terror as three cannon stared at them. One successful shot from any one would be all it took to sink their little ship and since Devil Fruit users sink like hammers in sea water it’d most certainly be the end. Though the trio was slightly distracted by the scantily dressed lady who’d introduced herself as Captain of the Valentine Pirates and was currently laughing wildly from the railing of her ship. To be honest they weren’t sure whether to take her seriously or not but with the threat of a watery death over their heads they just stood there and let her finish laughing.
“Fooohohohohohoho!! I see I’ve left you speechless or perhaps that’s fear? Either way it doesn’t matter! Now then which of you tikes is the captain of this vessel?” Her voice was brash and boastful with an edge of condescendence as she tapped her foot lightly and smiled “Come now, no need to be frightened. This is your lucky day because I am in a rather good mood. Which of you three is it or would you like me to guess? Children your age are fond of guessing games.” she said, hardly pausing enough to let them get a word in edgewise.
“T-that’d be m-me.” Petie said, stepping forward on trembling legs “W-what do you w-want?” he asked. Francesca just smiled broadly “So the teddy bear is the captain… thought so judging by your flag.” She casual brushed her long wool like hair over her shoulder and chuckled “As for what I want my dear little teddy… well that is another matter entirely.” Her crew were rolling their eyes in a “Here we go again” manner didn’t go unnoticed by Petie’s group as with a little hop the mareep seated herself on the railing elegantly.
“You see little ones, I was born lucky. From the moment I could walks things always went my way… with a few exceptions, but I choose not to dwell on those.” She said with a haughty air “Hmmmm, thanks to my luck I not only came into possession of an extremely potent, for me anyway, Devil Fruit ability but became the captain of the beeeeeeeeeeautiful vessel you see before you… as for what I want? It’s beautifully simple… I want One Piece.” Making Petie and his crew go wide eyed as laughed “Oh yes that’s the usual reaction… but you see to get One Piece I need to get through the Grand Line…”
She hopped to her feet and spread her arms dramatically “I may be born lucky but I’m not such a fool as to think my luck would be enough to sustain me through there… which is why I need power. The power of the devil fruits… and since no fruit user can have more than one power it means I have to make other users join my crew. Hmmmm… other users… like. You. Two.” She said putting emphasis on each word as she pointed at Petie and Anne who reflexively stepped back a little. “W-what makes you think w-we’re fruit users?” Petie asked, again trying to sound confident… but it was shattered as she broke into her boisterous laugh.
“Foohohohohohoho! Well YOU little bear I know to be a fruit user since a certain gold obsessed weavile mentioned you in EXPLICIT detail… after I crushed his right arm for refusing to talk.” She smiled wider at the horrified looks on their faces “As for your little polar bear friend… perhaps you’d care to tell me how those toys at her feet are walking about WITHOUT the aid of a fruit user? And DON’T try and claim that it’s your own power… Gold John described what you could do in detail once he started talking and I have a certain… distaste for liars.” Petie shivered at the edge in her voice. Anne whimpered and her plushies grew to full size and took up defensive positions around her. Francesca’s eyes sparkled as she gently tapped her cheek.
“Hmmmmm, wonderful just wonderful… you two will make fine additions to my crew.” She purred “Now if you’d just be good little cherubs and come over here…” Petie and Anne stood there trembling a little until a voice broke out “NO!” as Jules hurled his rattle at the sheep. Francesca chuckled softly and shook her head “…sweater.” She said and suddenly her body… fluffed out! Her thick wool fluffed out till she looked like a giant perfectly round cotton ball, The rattle smacked into her… and gently bounced off her thick wooly armor. She laughed deeply as Jules scrambled to catch his rattle as it fell back to the deck and ended up landing on his butt in the attempt.
“Fohohohohohoho!! I told you I had a devil fruit didn’t I?” she said as the wool returned to normal “I happened to partake in the Wata Wata no Mi… or the Cotton Cotton Fruit.” She chuckled and held her arm out as the wool from her upper arm surged up around it and out growing into a large and roughly hand like shape “Mitten.” She said before sudden whipping it forward, the fluff that composed the “Arm” of it extending and stretching as it smacked Jules’s padded bottom as he was getting back up sending him tumbling head over heels. She laughed wildly at that “Fohohohohoho! You see I have found I can combine it with my own natural wool to… well… I believe the effectiveness is self-evident. Now then, ladies if you would please?”
Three vulpix’s leapt from the deck onto the Sea Cradle, one of them mumbling bitterly about not being a girl and about how long it’d take the boss to remember that, as they pulled out swords. Petie raised an eyebrow at this and waved his hands. In a puff of smoke three bawling vulpix babies with single tails and rattles were in their place. He allowed himself a slightly confident smirk… which was shattered by Francesca’s mocking laughter “Fohohohoho! Lucky, lucky little bear… your lucks just run out! That was to confirm if what Johnny said was right! Now there’s NO chance of your cute little powers affecting us!” she called, looking down her nose at him, Petie felt his temper flare.
“Oh yeah!? Take this!!” he shouted, waving his hands up as the smoke billowed from him towards the mareep and her crew. Francesca smiled cruelly and snapped her fingers. Suddenly several swablu took to the air behind her flapping their wings madly. The resulting breeze caused the smoke to dissipate before it reach them. Francesca laughed again as Petie’s face fell as she stuck her non cotton covered hand out “Jumper.” She said as the cotton swallowed it up and suddenly shot out around Petie so only his head, paws and feet stuck out. With a quick whip of her arm she sent him tumbling right into Jules with a squeal of pain.
“And then there was one…” Francesca said softly, grinning wickedly at Anne who was rooted to the spot in fear while her plushies stood in front of her protectively. “Hmmmmm, my dear I find myself rather curious…” the mareep said as the large amount of wool on both arms formed into hand shapes “as to WHAT exactly your powers are… care to tell me dearie?” she said, a patronizing sweetness in her voice. “You’ll have to get through us first if you want to so much as TOUCH her!” B.B. said as the persian plushie glared and gestured threateningly at Francesca who one again broke out in laughter… which was honestly getting rather irritating for everyone.
“Fohohohoho! Go through you? Why what an excellent suggestion!” she chirped, her giant cotton hands hovering menacingly over the ship “I wonder what would happen… hmmmm… if I killed one of you? How to go about it… shall I squeeze you till your stuffing comes out? Or maybe stuff you till your seems rip? I must admit… I’ve never killed dolls before.” A slight shiver ran through the toys at Francesca’s grin but it was interrupted by Petie shouting out and getting everyone’s attention “You leave them alone!”
Acting brave despite his trembling legs Petie waddled in front of the plushies, putting himself between them and Francesca who just raised an eyebrow at this. “I won’t let you hurt them!” he said, paw shaking as he pointed at Francesca threateningly “They’re part of my crew just like Anne!” there was a heavy silence for a moment that hung in the air… till Francesca and most of her crew cracked up and doubled over with laughter. Petie’s face went beet red as the opposing pirate crew wheezed and laughed at his little decleration. At least until Jules came running out of the cabin, a pack of matches in hand.
“Laugh at this!”
With a flick of his wrist he struck one up and jumped up to jam it into one of Francesca’s fluff arms… which immediately started to burn. Francesca stopped laughing on the spot and started to scream, frantically waving it to put it out as her crew started to panic. The fire started to quickly creep up the cotton arm towards Francesca and her very flammable ship as Jules struck another match and with a leap set the other arm ablaze. Letting out a string of creative cusses none of them had ever heard before Francesca whipped her arms as the flaming masses of cotton tore free of her arms and sailed into the sea where they sunk and the flames died.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!”
The trio went pale and wondered if they’d just wet themselves at the sheer amount of psychotic fury on Francesca’s face as cotton once again surged from her arm, this time in a long whip like shape “SCARF!!!” she snarled as she snapped it forward and wrapped it around Jules’s neck as he was in the process of fumbling with another match. The puppy let out a panic squeak as the cotton start to wring itself out winding tighter around his neck and slowly strangling him while the mareep laughed madly. With a sudden sweep with her other arm another tentacle made of cotton sent the matches hurtling overboard as Jules made pained gasping noises.
Anne screamed in panic and her plushes leapt forward trying to tug Jules free from the soft fluffy noose choking the life out of him. Petie’s brain raced as he saw this, panicked thoughts pouring into more panicked thoughts as he tried to figure out what to do. Body moving on instinct he reached into the inner pockets of his coat and pulled out the slingshot and bag of marbles his mother had given him before they’d left. Body moving on sheer reflex he’d put a marble in the slingshot and pulled it back as far as it could go. He realized he had no clue what he was doing as he let the marble fly. It whizzed through the air and met hard with Francesca’s forehead.
The mareep staggered back a little in surprise, causing the wool around Jules’s neck to loosen enough to let the plushies pull him free. He fell to the deck gasping for air and clutching his throat as the marble slowly rotated as it bounced off Francesca’s forehead and landed on her chest… and fell right through her “boobs” revealing the large bossom to be wool fakes, There was an ominous heavy silence as the marble came out the other side, lightly bounced off the railings, and fell into the sea. As Jules got to his feet the trio watched Francesca’s face get progressively redder as her crew scrambled to get away from her.
“I’LL FUCKING MURDER EVERY DAMN ONE OF YOU!!!!”
Whether it was the language, the bloodthirsty animalistic scream, or the crazed look in her eyes all of Petie’s crew instinctively scrambled back, a few of them needing dry diapers. All of Francesca’s wool started to seethe and ripple at once like some kind of living thing as the whitish silver color of the cotton took over the whitish yellow color of her natural wool and fluffed out to at least four times its normal size and thickness. Suddenly it burst forth in several ropes of cotton that lashed around like tentacles, whipping through the air to grab the nearest thing (be it Petie’s crew or her own) in a crushing embrace as Francesca cackled wildly.
“WATA GIN!!!”
None of Petie’s crew had time to even think of questioning what the heck that attack name meant as the tentacles snapped out grabbing Jules and Anne around the middle. They barely missed Petie because he tripped over his own paws in a panic, sending his marbles scattering across the deck as the tentacle swung over his head. Scurrying to his feet his ears filled with screams from Anne and Jules as well as Francesca’s own crew caught up in the attack as the life was squeezed out of them. Petie’s mind raced with panic and so many thoughts about what to do his body seemed to go on autopilot.
He could try his smoke trick but he wasn’t sure if it’d do anything to the cotton and with the tentacles thrashing around so wildly they’d probably dissipate the smoke before it could reach Francesca. He could try to use that power that turned him into a baby and made people wanna do what he said but he hadn’t practiced it any and didn’t know if it could work from this distance since it function with the powder again. As these thoughts swirled through his head he released three marbles, oddly enough a chalky white instead of the sea blue they usual were, from his slingshot.
His eyes went wide, not realizing he’d even picked the marbles up let alone fired them, as the first two went wild whizzing past Francesca completely… but the last marble stayed on course and nailed the screaming mareep right in the forehead as it went off like a smoke bomb. There was an ominous silence as the powder white smoke enveloped her and the tentacles of cotton seemed to recede, unceremoniously dropping those they’d been crushing. Opting to check on them rather than see what his attack did Petie rushed over to Anne & Jules who, while gasping for breath and in slight pain, seemed to be all right. Suddenly the sound of a high spirited tantrum drew their attention.
Splayed over the railing she’d been standing on moments before a little mareep wearing a large pink baby bonnet, a diaper, and pink rubber pants kicked and flailed her little limbs as she screamed and cried. Apparently she still had her devil fruit powers as he fluff grew and surged out… but at best it could only reach about five feet from her and could get no further. Her crew stared blankly as their captain pitched the biggest hissy-fit Petie had ever seen… but the fact they still had his crew at cannon point was at the forefront of Petie’s mind.
Throwing up his hands so hard he nearly fell over smoke billowed up from Petie. Still watching their captains tantrum the crew on deck didn’t have time to react, dodge, or try to dissipate the smoke as it washed over them and more crying joined Francesca’s. Stumbling Petie went for the small compartment where they kept the grappling hooks only to trip and end up on his face. A pair of soft fingerless hands lifted him back to his feet “What’s gotten into you now?” B.B. asked, slightly concerned as Nanny and Suzy helped Anne and Jules back to their feet. Petie babbled for a moment, brain still going a mile a minute, before B.B. put his paw to the captains mouth “Breath lad, we just wanna know how we can help. Now let us in on the plan.” Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself Petie finally managed to talk clearly.
“I don’t know if that was all her crew on deck, if it wasn’t then we need to get up there and get the rest of them before they start blasting those cannons! Then we gotta sabotage them so they can’t chase us down and blast us when they turn back later! … and maybe grabs some treasure too but that’s after the first two!”
His crew nodded as they stumbled over each other to get the grappling hooks, still shell-shocked, but finally managing to get them out. The question of how the hell the plushies were able to use them without fingers crossed his mind as he twirled and threw the hook up to the larger ship as the others did the same (plushies included). He also let himself wonder if their luck was changing for the better as they caught on the first try and the Cuddlebutts Pirate started to board the ship of the Valentine Pirate. Something else popped into Petie head as he started to climb making him call out.
“Oh and try to stay away from the crazy sheep! She still has her powers after all!”
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The raid had gone amazingly smoothly for them. Apparently Francesca had nearly her entire crew on deck as a show of power so Petie’s smoke wave had gotten them all. So his crew had their run of the ship. In short order they’d thrown the gunpowder for the cannons overboard, jammed the rudder to make steering the ship difficult, and helped themselves to the treasure they could find (apparently Francesca had a thing for expensive clothes and jewelry) before jumping back down to the Sea Cradle. With B.B. at the wheel both Petie and Jules peddled their legs off to get the paddle wheels going and make as quick a getaway as possible. When Francesca’s ship had finally vanished off in the far distance they all broke for some much needed diaper changes.
They tryed to get as far away from the Valentine pirates as possible, only stopping several hours later at a small merchant town on an out of the way island, both because they needed more supplies and Petie & Jules had run out of peddling steam. Soon enough the trio was wandering the market place and attracting about as much attention as you’d expect with their outfits. Anne was clinging close to the boys since her plushies had stayed behind (they didn’t want the panic walking toys would cause) and this was her first time in another town… not to mention wearing her new outfit in public.
“We need to buy more food, another bed for Anne, more milk…”
“Hey I said I was sorry for drinking it all!”
“Jules when you’re getting a chubby tummy like mine you’re snacking too much.”
“… fine…”
“Okay then, anything else we need?”
“U-umm… c-could we s-stop by a s-shop that s-sells m-medical supplies? Y-you’re s-ship is kinda… l-lacking…”
“Right, anything else you think we should get?”
“… c-can we s-stop by a p-place that sells s-sewing supplies p-please?”
“Oookay, sure? Why not?”
“T-thank you…”
“Petie?”
“Yeah Jules?”
“Are you sure they won’t come after us?”
“No… but I am sure they won’t be able to come after us for a while.”
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“Damn it hurry up!!”
“I’m trying!! Those stupid toddlers did a number on it!”
“If we don’t get it working soon we’re gonna GAACKK!!!”
“IS IT FIXED YET!!?”
“Gaaah!! N-no C-captainAAAARRRGHHH!!!”
“THEN WORK FASTER!!!”
Petie’s powers had worn off and Francesca’s first action upon turn back was to hurl anybody near her over the side into the drink, screaming in frustration the whole time, before storming back to her cabin. After fishing their crewmembers out and starting to assess damage there was a crew wide round of drawing straws to see who told Francesca that the rudder was busted. The unfortunate “winner” was currently still dangling from the rigging where she’d thrown him as the crew now scrambled to get the rudder fixed before their boss REALLY lost her temper.
Francesca was at the moment stalking back and forth at the helm like some kind of caged predator, her wool seething like the angry sea. So far anyone who’d gotten near her or in her way had been choked and hurled across the deck as she continued to mutter bitterly “Those brats will pay.. .they’ll pay DEARLY… I will make them suffer, suffer HELL itself…” she whipped around and screamed “IS IT FIXED YET!?” resulting in terrified screams from her shipwrights since it wasn’t. The rest of her crew just ducked and covered as Francesca grabbed the nearest shipwright and proceeded to flail him around like a ragdoll.
And they thought she was hard to work with BEFORE…
To Be Continued…
As wel left our heroes they'd finally encountered Francesca, now what does the evil sheep have planned for them? What are her powers? Will we have an epic fight scene? Not likely on the last one but let us hope. Lets see if the Cuddlebutt Pirates are up to the test!
Anyway please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a great day! =D
All characters owned by me.
Pokemon & One Piece NOT owned by me.
Voyage:
Lucky Battle!? Cotton of War!? The now three members (not counting the plushies) of the Cuddlebutts Pirate Crew looked up in terror as three cannon stared at them. One successful shot from any one would be all it took to sink their little ship and since Devil Fruit users sink like hammers in sea water it’d most certainly be the end. Though the trio was slightly distracted by the scantily dressed lady who’d introduced herself as Captain of the Valentine Pirates and was currently laughing wildly from the railing of her ship. To be honest they weren’t sure whether to take her seriously or not but with the threat of a watery death over their heads they just stood there and let her finish laughing.
“Fooohohohohohoho!! I see I’ve left you speechless or perhaps that’s fear? Either way it doesn’t matter! Now then which of you tikes is the captain of this vessel?” Her voice was brash and boastful with an edge of condescendence as she tapped her foot lightly and smiled “Come now, no need to be frightened. This is your lucky day because I am in a rather good mood. Which of you three is it or would you like me to guess? Children your age are fond of guessing games.” she said, hardly pausing enough to let them get a word in edgewise.
“T-that’d be m-me.” Petie said, stepping forward on trembling legs “W-what do you w-want?” he asked. Francesca just smiled broadly “So the teddy bear is the captain… thought so judging by your flag.” She casual brushed her long wool like hair over her shoulder and chuckled “As for what I want my dear little teddy… well that is another matter entirely.” Her crew were rolling their eyes in a “Here we go again” manner didn’t go unnoticed by Petie’s group as with a little hop the mareep seated herself on the railing elegantly.
“You see little ones, I was born lucky. From the moment I could walks things always went my way… with a few exceptions, but I choose not to dwell on those.” She said with a haughty air “Hmmmm, thanks to my luck I not only came into possession of an extremely potent, for me anyway, Devil Fruit ability but became the captain of the beeeeeeeeeeautiful vessel you see before you… as for what I want? It’s beautifully simple… I want One Piece.” Making Petie and his crew go wide eyed as laughed “Oh yes that’s the usual reaction… but you see to get One Piece I need to get through the Grand Line…”
She hopped to her feet and spread her arms dramatically “I may be born lucky but I’m not such a fool as to think my luck would be enough to sustain me through there… which is why I need power. The power of the devil fruits… and since no fruit user can have more than one power it means I have to make other users join my crew. Hmmmm… other users… like. You. Two.” She said putting emphasis on each word as she pointed at Petie and Anne who reflexively stepped back a little. “W-what makes you think w-we’re fruit users?” Petie asked, again trying to sound confident… but it was shattered as she broke into her boisterous laugh.
“Foohohohohohoho! Well YOU little bear I know to be a fruit user since a certain gold obsessed weavile mentioned you in EXPLICIT detail… after I crushed his right arm for refusing to talk.” She smiled wider at the horrified looks on their faces “As for your little polar bear friend… perhaps you’d care to tell me how those toys at her feet are walking about WITHOUT the aid of a fruit user? And DON’T try and claim that it’s your own power… Gold John described what you could do in detail once he started talking and I have a certain… distaste for liars.” Petie shivered at the edge in her voice. Anne whimpered and her plushies grew to full size and took up defensive positions around her. Francesca’s eyes sparkled as she gently tapped her cheek.
“Hmmmmm, wonderful just wonderful… you two will make fine additions to my crew.” She purred “Now if you’d just be good little cherubs and come over here…” Petie and Anne stood there trembling a little until a voice broke out “NO!” as Jules hurled his rattle at the sheep. Francesca chuckled softly and shook her head “…sweater.” She said and suddenly her body… fluffed out! Her thick wool fluffed out till she looked like a giant perfectly round cotton ball, The rattle smacked into her… and gently bounced off her thick wooly armor. She laughed deeply as Jules scrambled to catch his rattle as it fell back to the deck and ended up landing on his butt in the attempt.
“Fohohohohohoho!! I told you I had a devil fruit didn’t I?” she said as the wool returned to normal “I happened to partake in the Wata Wata no Mi… or the Cotton Cotton Fruit.” She chuckled and held her arm out as the wool from her upper arm surged up around it and out growing into a large and roughly hand like shape “Mitten.” She said before sudden whipping it forward, the fluff that composed the “Arm” of it extending and stretching as it smacked Jules’s padded bottom as he was getting back up sending him tumbling head over heels. She laughed wildly at that “Fohohohohoho! You see I have found I can combine it with my own natural wool to… well… I believe the effectiveness is self-evident. Now then, ladies if you would please?”
Three vulpix’s leapt from the deck onto the Sea Cradle, one of them mumbling bitterly about not being a girl and about how long it’d take the boss to remember that, as they pulled out swords. Petie raised an eyebrow at this and waved his hands. In a puff of smoke three bawling vulpix babies with single tails and rattles were in their place. He allowed himself a slightly confident smirk… which was shattered by Francesca’s mocking laughter “Fohohohoho! Lucky, lucky little bear… your lucks just run out! That was to confirm if what Johnny said was right! Now there’s NO chance of your cute little powers affecting us!” she called, looking down her nose at him, Petie felt his temper flare.
“Oh yeah!? Take this!!” he shouted, waving his hands up as the smoke billowed from him towards the mareep and her crew. Francesca smiled cruelly and snapped her fingers. Suddenly several swablu took to the air behind her flapping their wings madly. The resulting breeze caused the smoke to dissipate before it reach them. Francesca laughed again as Petie’s face fell as she stuck her non cotton covered hand out “Jumper.” She said as the cotton swallowed it up and suddenly shot out around Petie so only his head, paws and feet stuck out. With a quick whip of her arm she sent him tumbling right into Jules with a squeal of pain.
“And then there was one…” Francesca said softly, grinning wickedly at Anne who was rooted to the spot in fear while her plushies stood in front of her protectively. “Hmmmmm, my dear I find myself rather curious…” the mareep said as the large amount of wool on both arms formed into hand shapes “as to WHAT exactly your powers are… care to tell me dearie?” she said, a patronizing sweetness in her voice. “You’ll have to get through us first if you want to so much as TOUCH her!” B.B. said as the persian plushie glared and gestured threateningly at Francesca who one again broke out in laughter… which was honestly getting rather irritating for everyone.
“Fohohohoho! Go through you? Why what an excellent suggestion!” she chirped, her giant cotton hands hovering menacingly over the ship “I wonder what would happen… hmmmm… if I killed one of you? How to go about it… shall I squeeze you till your stuffing comes out? Or maybe stuff you till your seems rip? I must admit… I’ve never killed dolls before.” A slight shiver ran through the toys at Francesca’s grin but it was interrupted by Petie shouting out and getting everyone’s attention “You leave them alone!”
Acting brave despite his trembling legs Petie waddled in front of the plushies, putting himself between them and Francesca who just raised an eyebrow at this. “I won’t let you hurt them!” he said, paw shaking as he pointed at Francesca threateningly “They’re part of my crew just like Anne!” there was a heavy silence for a moment that hung in the air… till Francesca and most of her crew cracked up and doubled over with laughter. Petie’s face went beet red as the opposing pirate crew wheezed and laughed at his little decleration. At least until Jules came running out of the cabin, a pack of matches in hand.
“Laugh at this!”
With a flick of his wrist he struck one up and jumped up to jam it into one of Francesca’s fluff arms… which immediately started to burn. Francesca stopped laughing on the spot and started to scream, frantically waving it to put it out as her crew started to panic. The fire started to quickly creep up the cotton arm towards Francesca and her very flammable ship as Jules struck another match and with a leap set the other arm ablaze. Letting out a string of creative cusses none of them had ever heard before Francesca whipped her arms as the flaming masses of cotton tore free of her arms and sailed into the sea where they sunk and the flames died.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!”
The trio went pale and wondered if they’d just wet themselves at the sheer amount of psychotic fury on Francesca’s face as cotton once again surged from her arm, this time in a long whip like shape “SCARF!!!” she snarled as she snapped it forward and wrapped it around Jules’s neck as he was in the process of fumbling with another match. The puppy let out a panic squeak as the cotton start to wring itself out winding tighter around his neck and slowly strangling him while the mareep laughed madly. With a sudden sweep with her other arm another tentacle made of cotton sent the matches hurtling overboard as Jules made pained gasping noises.
Anne screamed in panic and her plushes leapt forward trying to tug Jules free from the soft fluffy noose choking the life out of him. Petie’s brain raced as he saw this, panicked thoughts pouring into more panicked thoughts as he tried to figure out what to do. Body moving on instinct he reached into the inner pockets of his coat and pulled out the slingshot and bag of marbles his mother had given him before they’d left. Body moving on sheer reflex he’d put a marble in the slingshot and pulled it back as far as it could go. He realized he had no clue what he was doing as he let the marble fly. It whizzed through the air and met hard with Francesca’s forehead.
The mareep staggered back a little in surprise, causing the wool around Jules’s neck to loosen enough to let the plushies pull him free. He fell to the deck gasping for air and clutching his throat as the marble slowly rotated as it bounced off Francesca’s forehead and landed on her chest… and fell right through her “boobs” revealing the large bossom to be wool fakes, There was an ominous heavy silence as the marble came out the other side, lightly bounced off the railings, and fell into the sea. As Jules got to his feet the trio watched Francesca’s face get progressively redder as her crew scrambled to get away from her.
“I’LL FUCKING MURDER EVERY DAMN ONE OF YOU!!!!”
Whether it was the language, the bloodthirsty animalistic scream, or the crazed look in her eyes all of Petie’s crew instinctively scrambled back, a few of them needing dry diapers. All of Francesca’s wool started to seethe and ripple at once like some kind of living thing as the whitish silver color of the cotton took over the whitish yellow color of her natural wool and fluffed out to at least four times its normal size and thickness. Suddenly it burst forth in several ropes of cotton that lashed around like tentacles, whipping through the air to grab the nearest thing (be it Petie’s crew or her own) in a crushing embrace as Francesca cackled wildly.
“WATA GIN!!!”
None of Petie’s crew had time to even think of questioning what the heck that attack name meant as the tentacles snapped out grabbing Jules and Anne around the middle. They barely missed Petie because he tripped over his own paws in a panic, sending his marbles scattering across the deck as the tentacle swung over his head. Scurrying to his feet his ears filled with screams from Anne and Jules as well as Francesca’s own crew caught up in the attack as the life was squeezed out of them. Petie’s mind raced with panic and so many thoughts about what to do his body seemed to go on autopilot.
He could try his smoke trick but he wasn’t sure if it’d do anything to the cotton and with the tentacles thrashing around so wildly they’d probably dissipate the smoke before it could reach Francesca. He could try to use that power that turned him into a baby and made people wanna do what he said but he hadn’t practiced it any and didn’t know if it could work from this distance since it function with the powder again. As these thoughts swirled through his head he released three marbles, oddly enough a chalky white instead of the sea blue they usual were, from his slingshot.
His eyes went wide, not realizing he’d even picked the marbles up let alone fired them, as the first two went wild whizzing past Francesca completely… but the last marble stayed on course and nailed the screaming mareep right in the forehead as it went off like a smoke bomb. There was an ominous silence as the powder white smoke enveloped her and the tentacles of cotton seemed to recede, unceremoniously dropping those they’d been crushing. Opting to check on them rather than see what his attack did Petie rushed over to Anne & Jules who, while gasping for breath and in slight pain, seemed to be all right. Suddenly the sound of a high spirited tantrum drew their attention.
Splayed over the railing she’d been standing on moments before a little mareep wearing a large pink baby bonnet, a diaper, and pink rubber pants kicked and flailed her little limbs as she screamed and cried. Apparently she still had her devil fruit powers as he fluff grew and surged out… but at best it could only reach about five feet from her and could get no further. Her crew stared blankly as their captain pitched the biggest hissy-fit Petie had ever seen… but the fact they still had his crew at cannon point was at the forefront of Petie’s mind.
Throwing up his hands so hard he nearly fell over smoke billowed up from Petie. Still watching their captains tantrum the crew on deck didn’t have time to react, dodge, or try to dissipate the smoke as it washed over them and more crying joined Francesca’s. Stumbling Petie went for the small compartment where they kept the grappling hooks only to trip and end up on his face. A pair of soft fingerless hands lifted him back to his feet “What’s gotten into you now?” B.B. asked, slightly concerned as Nanny and Suzy helped Anne and Jules back to their feet. Petie babbled for a moment, brain still going a mile a minute, before B.B. put his paw to the captains mouth “Breath lad, we just wanna know how we can help. Now let us in on the plan.” Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself Petie finally managed to talk clearly.
“I don’t know if that was all her crew on deck, if it wasn’t then we need to get up there and get the rest of them before they start blasting those cannons! Then we gotta sabotage them so they can’t chase us down and blast us when they turn back later! … and maybe grabs some treasure too but that’s after the first two!”
His crew nodded as they stumbled over each other to get the grappling hooks, still shell-shocked, but finally managing to get them out. The question of how the hell the plushies were able to use them without fingers crossed his mind as he twirled and threw the hook up to the larger ship as the others did the same (plushies included). He also let himself wonder if their luck was changing for the better as they caught on the first try and the Cuddlebutts Pirate started to board the ship of the Valentine Pirate. Something else popped into Petie head as he started to climb making him call out.
“Oh and try to stay away from the crazy sheep! She still has her powers after all!”
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The raid had gone amazingly smoothly for them. Apparently Francesca had nearly her entire crew on deck as a show of power so Petie’s smoke wave had gotten them all. So his crew had their run of the ship. In short order they’d thrown the gunpowder for the cannons overboard, jammed the rudder to make steering the ship difficult, and helped themselves to the treasure they could find (apparently Francesca had a thing for expensive clothes and jewelry) before jumping back down to the Sea Cradle. With B.B. at the wheel both Petie and Jules peddled their legs off to get the paddle wheels going and make as quick a getaway as possible. When Francesca’s ship had finally vanished off in the far distance they all broke for some much needed diaper changes.
They tryed to get as far away from the Valentine pirates as possible, only stopping several hours later at a small merchant town on an out of the way island, both because they needed more supplies and Petie & Jules had run out of peddling steam. Soon enough the trio was wandering the market place and attracting about as much attention as you’d expect with their outfits. Anne was clinging close to the boys since her plushies had stayed behind (they didn’t want the panic walking toys would cause) and this was her first time in another town… not to mention wearing her new outfit in public.
“We need to buy more food, another bed for Anne, more milk…”
“Hey I said I was sorry for drinking it all!”
“Jules when you’re getting a chubby tummy like mine you’re snacking too much.”
“… fine…”
“Okay then, anything else we need?”
“U-umm… c-could we s-stop by a s-shop that s-sells m-medical supplies? Y-you’re s-ship is kinda… l-lacking…”
“Right, anything else you think we should get?”
“… c-can we s-stop by a p-place that sells s-sewing supplies p-please?”
“Oookay, sure? Why not?”
“T-thank you…”
“Petie?”
“Yeah Jules?”
“Are you sure they won’t come after us?”
“No… but I am sure they won’t be able to come after us for a while.”
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“Damn it hurry up!!”
“I’m trying!! Those stupid toddlers did a number on it!”
“If we don’t get it working soon we’re gonna GAACKK!!!”
“IS IT FIXED YET!!?”
“Gaaah!! N-no C-captainAAAARRRGHHH!!!”
“THEN WORK FASTER!!!”
Petie’s powers had worn off and Francesca’s first action upon turn back was to hurl anybody near her over the side into the drink, screaming in frustration the whole time, before storming back to her cabin. After fishing their crewmembers out and starting to assess damage there was a crew wide round of drawing straws to see who told Francesca that the rudder was busted. The unfortunate “winner” was currently still dangling from the rigging where she’d thrown him as the crew now scrambled to get the rudder fixed before their boss REALLY lost her temper.
Francesca was at the moment stalking back and forth at the helm like some kind of caged predator, her wool seething like the angry sea. So far anyone who’d gotten near her or in her way had been choked and hurled across the deck as she continued to mutter bitterly “Those brats will pay.. .they’ll pay DEARLY… I will make them suffer, suffer HELL itself…” she whipped around and screamed “IS IT FIXED YET!?” resulting in terrified screams from her shipwrights since it wasn’t. The rest of her crew just ducked and covered as Francesca grabbed the nearest shipwright and proceeded to flail him around like a ragdoll.
And they thought she was hard to work with BEFORE…
To Be Continued…
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