Sheesh. For you people, I had to rewrite this entire chapter to try to get everyone in character. It wasn't easy and it took about an hour, but I think I got them pretty close (key words there being "I think"). My thanks to those of you who have reviewed. If you have any questions or comments, then ask/state them in your review.

Here is chapter three. . .

As soon as they reached the ship, they went into one of the spare rooms and Zolo placed her on the bed. With the light in the room, they could see that she had been shot in her right shoulder. It was bleeding heavily.

"There's a bullet wound on the other side," Nami pointed out, "so the bullet isn't in her."

"That's good," Zolo said. "But she's losing more blood this way." Nami wrapped up her shoulder tightly to slow the bleeding.

"She should be fine, though," she said. She eyed her mask curiously. "I wonder what's under her mask." She moved to take it off, but Zolo stopped her.

"Leave it on," he said. "If she wanted us to see her face, she would have taken it off earlier." Nami withdrew her hand, looking disappointed.

"I'll stay and watch over her!" Sanji volunteered.

"You'd probably violate her," Zolo said. Sanji glared at him.

"What do you think I am; some kind of pervert!" he shouted at Zolo.

"Well, if-" Zolo started, but Nami cut him off.

"Cut it out!" she yelled. "I'll watch over her if you two have to fight about it!"

"Whatever my Nami-san wishes," Sanji said before leaving the room. Zolo, Usopp, and Luffy followed him.

"What hot heads," Nami said, thinking aloud. She looked down at Erika. "Now that they aren't around…" She went to remove the mask, but Erika's hand shot up and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't touch my mask," she hissed, her voice full of venom. She released Nami's wrist and her arm fell back to the bed. She appeared to be unconscious again, but Nami didn't try to remove the mask again. Instead, she sat herself down on a chair and stared at the ceiling, unable to wait until morning.

Erika opened her eyes to see Nami fast asleep on the chair. Good riddens, she thought. After checking to make sure her mask was on, she sat up, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. The bed creaked, waking Nami from her sleep.

"Oh, good," she said, yawning loudly. "You're awake." She stood up and walked over to the door. "I guess I don't need to be watching over you, then." She left the room, and Sanji came in.

"Oh! Beautiful Erika-san!" Sanji exclaimed. "Why do you hide your beauty with that white mask?"

"You really want to know?" she asked, toying with him.

"Yes!" he responded, leaning closer to her.


"Truly!" His face was a few inches from her masked one when she slapped him.

"Don't ever mention my mask!" she barked. "Got it, pretty boy!" Sanji gazed deep into her amber eyes, looking hurt.

"But why?" he asked. Erika climbed out of the bed, seized him by the back of his shirt, and threw him out of the room. She locked the door behind her and sat back down on the bed, her left hand pressed against her shoulder. There was a knock on the door. She sighed heavily and unlocked it. Zolo entered the room.

"Nice going," he commented. "That should deflate his ego quite a bit."

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I want to know why those men were after you."

"They work for Marquis," she explained simply. "I'm not exactly on his good list."

"Why would that be?"

"Why are you so interested?" she asked, looking at him quizzically.

"No reason. I'm just curious."

"I'm the leader of a resistance group against him," Erika stated. "We cause quite a bit of trouble for him."

"What resistance group?"

"We call ourselves 'The Golden Eye.' You can probably guess why that is. We have meetings and try to screw up all of Marquis's plans."

"Why do you do this?"

"He's an ass hole. Much like your blonde friend." Zolo grinned.

"Sanji's just being himself. He always has girls on the brain."

"He made a huge mistake when he decided to hit on me."

"I noticed," he said with a small laugh.

"Breakfast is ready!" Sanji's voice called from the kitchen. Zolo walked toward the door.

"You coming?" he asked. Erika shrugged, but instantly regretted it as her shoulder flared with pain. She didn't show it, though, and stood up to follow Zolo out of the room.

That was chapter three. I hope you liked it better than some of the other chapters. I really tried hard to get the characters to be more in character. I'll get better at it as I go along, I hope.

By the way, I have a little comment for you: I know that Zolo made that little pledge never to lose again, but there are better swordmen out there than him, meaning that it is very possible for him to lose again. I'm still making certain decisions about what is to come later in this story, but I need to hear what you guys think on that one. Please review and tell me your opinion on this.