Ok, so at first I was going to do a chapter that included everyone joining the crew, but that got way to long and complicated. So, this is just the first part of that original planned chapter. Also, don't worry, anything else I'm working on is still in the works. I just get really easily distracted, so sometimes it's hard to write a story I'm already working on when I get a brilliant idea for a new one. So, I generally will rotate which story I update next.

Have fun!

:I am not the owner of One Piece or anything to do with the Flash. MLA Citations on the last chapter.

Captain, Treasurer, Cook

Len(and it was just Len now) was fairly content with his new life. Being reborn was unpleasant, especially the first several years, but he had his sister with him now and child laws were much more lax here. Ranging wild without adult supervision and being the main caretaker of Lisa(who's too young to do it herself) would be difficult otherwise.

He was both independent and suspicious, especially of authority. The police, the government, his own sperm donor(and yes, he was bitter about that, but Len had a right to be) had all taught him in that other world that respect should be earned and anyone who tried to hold authority over you without earning it was just going to mess you over. It didn't seem like that was changing in this universe.

His new parents weren't much better than Lewis, the Marines seemed to have a higher percentage of scum in them than the cops of his old world, and the World Government seemed far worse than almost anything his old world had come up with.

It was fine, he could have dealt with it by himself, but then Lisa had been born. And she didn't deserve to go through that a second time, not if he could stop it.

So Len, who had once been a World Class Thief, a supervillain with the moniker of Captain Cold that led a group named the Rogues, decided that he'd go searching for his team prematurely. Luck had never given him an age limit on finding his crew, that was just self imposed because it was harder to travel as a child.

When he had taken the two year old Lisa away from their 'family' no one had said anything even though he was just barely five. Not even when he'd negotiated passage to a new island with stolen money.

The people who had given birth to them were superstitious, uneducated country people, and had thought that Len and Lisa were demons when they were shown as smarter than the average child. At least this time Len could get away before anything really bad could happen. To them, anyway. His new… guardians… got exactly what they deserved before he left.

And stole a ridiculous amount of valuables from the island, but what they didn't know would help him getaway.

Neither Mick nor any of the others were on the island anyway. Lisa, who didn't really remember any meeting with primordial beings, had laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she found out how they got there, after hitting him with her toddler sized fists.

Another thing, besides the world being made up primarily of oceans, was the excessive presence of pirates and a worldwide government that Len couldn't quite wrap his head around. The sheer logistics of trying to control as much territory as the WG had claimed without some of the tech in his old world to help sounded like a nightmare.

Of course, this sea, the West Blue, also seemed to have some Mafia type groups, but most of them seemed really lame(or not good at stealing. Like, they looted, but outright theft was something most of them didn't have anywhere near the subtlety required).

Because of that, it would be so easy to start an operation beyond anything this world had ever seen. With the technique of his old world and the strength of the new, stealing would be so easy. Maybe that's why, when Lisa had gotten it into her head that she was going to be a pirate he hadn't immediately said no. Thieves were no good in this world without transport.

Lisa had seemed entirely too happy with the thought of being Pirates with all of their friends, but first Len needed to find the rest of them… and grow up.

When another random island in the West Blue the now three and six year olds visited had a Mick setting fire to the town hall and Marine Headquarters on it, Len knew he was one step closer. Needless to say, they got out of there in a hurry though, supported by Mick's ally the local bartender.

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Mick Rory was kind of pissed off. He made a sacrifice and didn't abandon his friend, and then ended up as an orphaned kid, friendless, in a random island on the West Blue. There weren't even proper ninjas here to make up for it, just some lame pirates(ok, they were actually pretty cool, but ninja's would always be number one in Mick's mind).

To top it all, this entire town seemed to be run by some corrupt government backed up by a corrupt marine force. Since he was currently just a little kid, and neither intimidating nor very strong, there was nothing he could do to help anyone.

Oh, and he was also an orphan that lived in the bad part of town.

The worst thing though, was how difficult it was to start fires. People, even in the bad parts of town, tended to not give four year olds stuff that can start fires, so Mick was having a hard time getting a hold of it.

Not to mention the reason that he was an orphan. One of his parents had apparently been an officer in the Marines. From what Mick had been able to figure out(because people talked around stupid looking toddlers like you wouldn't believe, even when they really shouldn't) his parents had died under… mysterious circumstances, leading to the current guy in charge, Foddner, gaining his position, and leading to the general oppression of the surrounding people.

So, now he was basically a pariah in town because people were afraid that Foddner would decide to 'finish' the job. The only person that wasn't terrified of the guy was the granny who ran the bar/inn in the bad part of town. She gave him a place to stay and some food, and when he was old enough he took over the kitchen for her.

Mick knew everything there was to know about the science of heat and fire, including how to cook very well.

However things just kept getting worse and worse until Mick was six years old and the entire thing came to a crux. Foddner had decided, in face of the recent unrest and the Marine audit coming his way to get rid of the evidence.

He was going to send his men out to kill anyone who resisted or who he felt was against him, and threaten everyone else into keeping their mouth shut.

Mick decided to do something, even if he'd have to get out of dodge as quickly as possible, because children and old grannies didn't deserve to die for what a corrupt idiot thought they stood for.

Of course he set everything remotely connected to the government and the Marines on fire to distract them, he was an arsonist after all.

It was so beautiful(he hadn't seen fire very much after he died and he hadn't realized how much he'd missed it), and as he stood there and watched the blaze a pair of hands pulled him back. Mick turned to see who had done it and…

"Len?" he said softly in his new little kid voice that held only the vaguest hint of the rough quality it was known for as an adult, "You're actually here?"

"Sorry it took so long, but I didn't know where anyone else was."

And at that, completely disregarding the toughness that had characterized them as adults(kids were allowed to do different things than adults), Len and Mick hugged each other as tight as they could. Because they were not just, to use this new worlds term, nakama, they were best friends, brothers, partners to each other. They filled in each others weaknesses, and together they were so much better than apart.

"So," Len said as they quickly ran to their new boat that Mick's bartender friend had helped them acquire while carrying Lisa along(Mick had just laughed when he found out that they were brother and sister again), "How do you feel about piracy?"

"You do realize that so long as stealing stuff and setting fire to things are what we're doing, neither of us care about labels, right?" Mick said.

"Though, we'll need a plan," Len narrowed his eyes, "We can't really gain the notice of the World Government until we're older, we still need to pick up the rest of our nakama(Len had started using that word as soon as he had understood what it meant. Lisa thought he was a dork, but the rest of the crew would be so happy they'd adopted the word as well), and we need to research security measures along with the reactions of Marines depending on the Sea and rank of the marine."

"We got time," Mick told his partner, "And this boat is much better for the open sea than that little dingy you had earlier, even has a proper kitchen," a sly look glinted in his eyes before he added a, "Captain."

"If I'm Captain then I suppose that you're my First Mate?"

"And the Cook," Mick said automatically, "I trust none of the rest of our nakama to cook something even a little bit edible."

And so, the Rogue Pirates, who weren't really pirates yet, travelled the West Blue for the next eleven years, picking up the rest of the crew as they went.

Within a month of finding Mick, they gathered both Barry and Cisco from the place they'd been stranded at. Both of them had really started to loosen up about the stealing thing, which was good.

Also pretty awesome, because super speed and tech genius were both advantages in the world of theft.

So, the three 'gun' users are on the crew, and others not far behind! Also, Len and Mick are roughly the same age as Portgas D Ace if that helps you form a rough timeline.

Current Ages:

Len-6

Mick-6

Lisa-3