One Piece: Pirate Cat.

Two days had passed since the merchant ship set sail from the island, which, over the years, would be known as the island of the cat god. In the years to come, rock carvings would be discovered on the island, depicting a cat fighting against tigers, bears, and many other animals, along with other engravings showing the cat leading hundreds of creatures. In addition to the engravings, many statues would also be found, depicting the cat with the head of a cat and the body of a wolf, or the body of an eagle. But what remains truly strange is the fact that the island has never been inhabited by humans, only by animals. Therefore, the mystery of who created the statues and engravings remains unsolved.

Meanwhile, on the merchant ship, a small cat with blue fur can be seen, peacefully sleeping on the ship's figurehead, while the crew keeps a safe distance from it, almost as if it were a monster disguised as an innocent cat.

Moments later, the animal wakes up with a start when it senses someone approaching. However, when it sees who it is, it gets up, yawns, and walks towards them.

"Mark, do you have something to tell me?" asks the cat to its host.

"Sire... We're almost at the last of the restaurants where we need to refuel. Once we're done, we'll head home," Mark responds respectfully, with a hint of fear in his voice. He can't help but feel scared every time he tries to speak to the cat, always having the feeling that he could die at any moment.

After ten agonizing seconds for Mark, the cat finally decides to respond: "Well, I warned you when we would arrive."

"It will be done," Mark immediately replies, walking away and releasing a sigh of relief.

A couple of hours later, Captain Mark, with his usual tense face, returns to the figurehead, waking the cat again, as promised.

"Sire, we've arrived," he says, pointing to the right.

The cat turns to see what Mark is indicating as a restaurant, but instead of a restaurant, what it sees looks more like a boat with an outdoor platform.

Seeing the frown on the cat's face, Mark decides to speak up: "This is Baratie, the restaurant by the sea, and we are the only suppliers crazy enough to come here."

Before the cat can respond, two figures appear in the distance, approaching the merchant ship. As they get closer, it turns out to be two chefs: one young, with blonde hair and a cigarette in his mouth, and the other an old man with a wooden leg and a chef's hat three meters tall.

"Mark, you're late," says the old cook with little patience.

"Yeah, the old man was about to come and get you himself," adds the young cook.

Mark, nervously, turns to the two and responds, "We had some issues with pirates, but in the end, we made it out."

"Well, bring the supplies ashore," says the old cook, turning and heading back to his restaurant, but not before casting a curious glance at the ship's figurehead.

The young cook, however, looks toward Mark and asks, "You brought a cat, and for the restaurant?"

"No! That... is... uh, a... friend!?" Mark responds awkwardly.

"Ok, ok, we don't cook cats, don't worry," the young cook says, walking away.

After seeing the two cooks leave the ship, Captain Mark turns back to the cat, hoping not to find it angry. Fortunately, the cat's expression hasn't changed in the slightest since before the two cooks arrived.

With a relieved smile, Mark starts speaking again: "What do you think of a meal? The food here is..."

But before he can continue, he is interrupted by a loud noise and a cannonball hitting the restaurant.

"What is happening?!"

POV Mc

Was that a cannonball?

Well, I don't care, I just want to eat something now, and since this is a restaurant... "Mark, let's go eat, you offer."

"Yes, sire," says Mark.

I don't like being called that, but I don't have a name yet, so I don't know what I should be called. Maybe it's really time to find a name for myself.

"Let's go," I say to Mark, jumping off the ship and heading with him and his crew toward the restaurant's entrance.

Once inside, I see many tables, most of which are already occupied, with only a few remaining. It seems the food here can't be that bad, and it's been a long time since I've had something well-cooked. I really can't wait.

So, I head to a table and jump on it because I can't eat from the chair.

Meanwhile, one of the cooks approaches, offering us some dishes, but I let Mark decide for me, as at the moment, I don't want anyone to know there's a talking cat around, even though from what Mark told me, there are many inexplicable things in these seas, like fruits that give power to those who eat them, as happened to me.

After about a quarter of an hour, the ordered dishes finally arrive, but the waiter who brought them continues to steal food from our plates. When I see him put his hand on mine, I bite it