Chapter 1 – A festive welcome (cancelled)
The streets were rowdy and full of life, both hectic and calm. Carts, full of boxes and other various items were being pulled down the road by large animals in a slow, leisurely fashion. Cheers, merry laugher and exciting chatter surrounded the group as they made their way down the uneven and crudely constructed, cobblestone street. The city itself was old and rustic, surely carrying a wealth of history and culture just waiting to be revealed by its curios visitors. Each and every house had its own, unique design, and was mostly crafted out of stone and wood. There were a couple of odd buildings here and there that stood out amongst the rest, and had a much more modern approach to them. Unlike the traditional houses, these were very clean and well-kept. By the looks of the big windows covering the building's front, and the variety of items on display, it was safe to assume that they were prospering shops.
Not too long ago, maybe just an hour into the past, the Strawhats had approached the island's modest harbor, hoping to stop by for some provisions. Obviously, they couldn't just dock like any normal ship; this was the New World after all and their notoriety had truly begun to swell. To their surprise, however, the locals weren't all that bothered with the perplexed pirates gawking back at them and waved them in towards their port. Although they couldn't really tell why everyone they met had greeted them with such an overwhelming kindness, the Strawhats happily accepted their hospitality and simply came ashore. The city-folk just radiated excitement and joy as one after the other hopped down from their ship; it was a spectacle in of itself and the small group couldn't help but to smile in return, completely smitten by their apparent happiness.
For various personal and irrelevant reasons, the Strawhats had split up after arriving and were about on their own little adventure. A small collection of them, however, had decided to take a stroll and enjoy the odd island and its inhabitants together. Robin, Nami, Chopper and Brook all walked down the busy road, doing their outmost not to stumble on the many protruding squares of stone jutting up from the ground. They were having a very good time, despite the troublesome surface, and curiously inspected the many stands dotting the side of the road. Chopper darted between these with unrivaled excitement; his eyes filled with glittering wonder as he perused the assortments of candies, sweets and other delectable sweets. Brook, on the other hand, took his time and waltzed comfortably while humming a cheerful tune; there were so many lovely ladies walking about.
Nami and Robin, who were walking right beside their bony friend, chuckled joyfully as they watched the fuzzy reindeer scurry all over the place. They couldn't help but to fall in love with the tiny ball of fluff as he barely knew in which direction to go in. Having just noticed that he was being watched, Chopper reminded of Nami's overwhelming wealth and came running towards them until he found himself by their feet. His face gleamed with a child-like excitement and his tiny hooves could barely stand still as he stared with longing eyes towards Nami.
"Nami, Nami!" Chopper cheered while bouncing up and down below her. "Could I have some pocket-money, pretty please?"
Nami felt her heart melt in an instant as those puppy-eyes stared up at her; how could she ever deny such a precious soul? "Of course you can, silly!" She replied, squatting down and put herself at roughly equal height to her tiny friend. "Will this be enough?" Nami asked, magically pulling out a big stack of money from within her snug bikini top.
"Oh wow! That will be more than enough!" Chopper's eyes sparkled with an even greater intensity than before. "Thank you so much, Nami!"
After a swift, soft and squeezing hug, Chopper darted off with incredible speed and disappeared into the growing crowd. A brief moment of worry slipped into Nami's heart as she lost sight of him, but the feelings were quickly swatted away as she remembered what he was capable of. Chopper might be very young, but he's also incredibly strong and smart. "He'll be fine." she thought, chuckling slightly at her own silliness. As she was about to stand up from her position, though, something black and white appeared before her in an instant, taking her completely by surprise.
"Could I please have the opportunity to partake in some panty-viewing as well, dear Nami?" Brook asked, somehow wearing a slight blush across his cheeks as he snuck a peek in-between Nami legs. Luckily for him, Nami was wearing a pair of tight jeans and thus only suffered a slight concussion as her fist came down from the sky like a bolt of lightning. Had she worn a skirt, for instance, he would most likely have experienced something much, much more painful.
"As if!" Nami roared, shaking her throbbing, clenched fist at him; he was not quite as soft as Luffy, her usual punching bag.
"Yohohoho! How harsh of you, Nami-san!" Brook replied, rubbing the impossible bump protruding out from his afro. "Could I have some money instead then?"
*Sigh* "Fine…" Nami muttered to herself and reached for another, but much smaller, stack of money and simply let it fall onto Brook's face. "Here you go."
Brook stared silently at the modest bundle of beli in his hand for a brief moment before turning his attention back to Nami. They looked each other in the eyes, letting the silence speak for itself. She knew what he was going to say, and was so ready to punish his snarky attitude with another well-deserved pummeling. As they two continued to stare each other down, waiting for the other's willpower to wilt, Brook slowly opened his mouth.
*BUUUUUUUUUURP* Brook smiled with relief; he had been aching to let it out for quite some time now "That is so much better!"
"I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE!" Nami roared and began to claw towards the rude skeleton.
"No, not my lovely, spotless skin! Brook clamored. "Ah! But I don't have any skin to begin with! Yoho, yohohohoho!"
"Hahaha." Robin laughed heartily as she used her powers to keep Nami from murdering their musician. "You two are just too adorable, but perhaps it would be better to continue our stroll? Maybe we can find something interesting clothes or jewelry for a highly discounted price?"
Nami flared up with chirped with a jubilant glee and immediately took to her feet, completely forgetting her momentary jousting with Brook. "With pleasure, Robin!"
As the three continued their venture down the busy road, more and more people seemed to pop up all around them. The inhabitants almost seemed to pour out of every house and alley; there was just no end to it. Nami took the opportunity to sneak her hand towards Robin and quickly grabbed ahold her arm and hoped that she wouldn't lose her in the growing, human flood. Robin glanced towards her and smiled gently as the masses pushed them closer together, causing a slight blush to appear across Nami's cheeks as she felt her lover's body press against her own. Despite almost being smushed into a pancake, she couldn't help but to let out a tiny squeal of joy.
Suddenly, music boomed up from out of nowhere, echoing from the direction they were heading in. The crowd around them cheered and screamed as they began to rush towards what seemed to be the center of the city. The music grew in strength with every step they took, until it flared up, roaring with remarkable power. Nami, Robin and Brook found themselves at the edge of a giant, open area that was full of people, massive bonfires, huge rows of stalls and tall stages with all sorts of performers. The smell of grilled meat and newly baked pastries seeped into their nostrils, invoking a great rumble within the depths of their stomachs.
Fortunately, though, the large square allowed the trio to quickly distance themselves from the densest part of the crowd, and move away from the clogged entrance. Unfortunately, the closest individual was still only just a foot or two away from them; it took a lot of effort just to traverse the square without accidentally crashing into someone flailing their arms to the rhythm of the music. Despite the seemingly careless antics of the natives, they seemed to have a remarkable control of their bodies and a surprisingly astute awareness of their surroundings. Just as Nami readied herself to dodge and incoming elbow, the man, to which the elbow belonged to, spun around, adjusting his posture in the midst of his spin and easily avoided the incoming girl. The man even managed to catch a glimpse of Nami's shocked expression and smiled kindly towards her before disappearing into the crowd.
"Oh, baby!" Brook cheered. "What a remarkable island – They've lit this poor, old soul aflame with their undeniable passion for music. Please forgive me, ladies, destiny calls out to me, and I cannot possibly keep it waiting! Yohohohohohoho!"
Just like that, Brook donned his favorite shades and took to his favorite stance, guitar and all; where he got said guitar from was anyone's guess. As he raised his pick above his head, Brook gave the two a final, confident grin and gestured his farewell. "Music is life, baby." With those words, the pick soared downwards, towards his instrument and an epic with no equal blasted outwards, catching the attention of every man, woman and animal in sight. "Yeeaaaah! C'mon, baby!"
Nami and Robin stared in awe as the skeleton marched confidently between the parting masses, watching as they all began to roar and chant his name, over and over. The girls had never quite given thought to just how popular The Soul King truly was, and to see his fans fawn over his excellence was a rare, but powerful experience. Smiling with pride, Nami contemplated her previous actions and felt a small hint of remorse. "I think I'll punch him just a tiny bit less next time." she thought to herself, chuckling softly. "Just maybe."
"Would you mind us stopping by one of the food-stalls, Nami? I seem to be feeling a bit famished."
"Did you have anything special in mind, or would you like to take a peek and check out the goods first?" Nami teased and winked cutely.
Robin smiled briefly before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on Nami's cheek. "Oh I know exactly what I want…" Robin whispered softly into her ear and gently ran her fingers over Nami's naked waist. "But I hardly believe such a sweet dessert should be eaten before an actual meal..." She slowly moved her hand downwards and let it rest against the inside of Nami's thigh, just an inch or two away from her excitement and squeezed softly. "But you are not making it easy for me."
Nami felt her heart race as her modest provocation was rewarded with such a wonderful response; she could feel goosebumps dot her body as her lover's gentle touch explored so teasingly between her legs. The radiating warmth of her naked skin against her own mingled so nicely with the brisk nip of the evening air. Nami could help but to let out of a small moan as she felt the excitement and need rise inside her so uncontrollably. However, just as the older woman began to brush against her sex, she simply slid her hand away and took a step back, chuckling softly as she watched the growing frustration in Nami's expression.
"Oh my god…" Nami groaned. "We need to find a hotel or, hell, even an empty park-bench soon or I will go literally go full-on crazy; it's so hard to do anything even remotely wild on the ship without anyone noticing us..."
"I think Sanji's attempts at peeking are quite adorable, though, and let us not forget his euphoric howling during the nights he hears you moan." Robin paused briefly, reminiscing about all the wonderful commotion in the men's quarters whenever the two of them had sex. "Perhaps we should ask Franky to do something about that thin floor?"
"Please don't remind me! I'm still trying to forget when he caught us the first time and was literally bawling his eyes out while cheering us on with pom-poms!"
"Hahahaha! Or the time he caught us making out in the crow's nest; I have never seen so much blood before."
The two girls laughed merrily as they walked from stall to stall, trying the various cuisines offered to them by the kind natives. Nami was particularly ecstatic, mainly because she didn't have to pay a single beli; all the food and drink was free after all. However, somewhere in her mind, a tiny hint of worry began to grow. She thought back to the time they spent on Whiskey Peak and how they had been tricked by an equally friendly and welcoming population. With a stick of meat in her hand, Nami glanced at the cheerful crowd and narrowed her eyes; she wouldn't be fooled a second time.
After the sun had begun to set over the horizon, giving way to the darkness of the night, the locals poured even more fuel into the bonfires; stuffing them full with as wood as they could possibly fit. The flames roared and burst upwards into the sky, illuminating the entire square and leaving the spectators in awe. On the main stage, which was significantly taller than the rest, you could see Brook being surrounded by sparsely dressed, mask-wearing men and women dancing and chanting to the rhythm of his music.
It's was so incredibly hard to stand still without shaking your hips to the beat of the sound and the two girls couldn't help but to let loose and have some fun. As they begun to dance and shake their goods, a couple of spectators began forming around them, cheering and encouraging them to keep going. Neither of them wore any appropriate clothes to keep their chests firmly secured, or keeping their cleavage hidden. Nami and Robin chuckled as the crowd around them grew, giving more and more individuals something pleasant to stare at.
After roughly an hour of intensive and sexually provocative dancing, with many onlookers simply drooling with passion, both Nami and Robin felt it was time to stop; they were exhausted, thirsty and completely covered in sweat. As the two walked away from the center of the square, some of the natives applauded them for their effort and tirelessly continued on in their stead. How they were able to keep going was beyond their understanding, but they were far too tired and thirsty to be bothered with figuring out how.
As they approached one their destination, several shopkeepers waved them forth, competing over who have the tastiest and most thirst-quenching drinks around. Since everything was for free, they really staked every ounce of their pride on delivering the finest product they could manage. After much debate, though, the two lovers settled one the ones that had the highest percentage of alcohol, much to Nami's enjoyment.
"Paah! That really hit the spot!" Nami cheered, raising her massive mug full of booze and thanked the kind and generous brew master. "Are you sure you're fine with that tiny glass, Robin?"
"Mhmm…" Robin replied, enjoying a small sip from her drink. "I have a fondness of taking my time with something so decadent and delicious." She glanced briefly over at Nami and showed her a subtle grin. "Besides, I have never been much of a heavy drinker; I get much too silly whenever I have had too much."
"Suit yourself, Robin!" Nami smirked and took a few more swigs of booze. "But if you ever want to explore and let loose a little, you HAVE to let me know so I can be there when it happens. I'm just dying to find out what sort of drunkard you are."
"Fufufu." Robin leaned in towards Nami, sneaking her hand around her waist and whispered softly into her ear. "If you must know…" She paused briefly and slid her hand down Nami's waist and slipped into her tight jeans. "I get awfully hungry and demanding…"
"Fuck…" Nami moaned longingly and pushed herself against the soft, invading hand. "We need to get you smashed, right now…"
"Oh there is no need for that, Nami – I do not need any alcohol to eat you up…" Robin teased, slowly rubbing the wet, eager sex of her lover.
Just as things were about to heat up, Robin removed herself from within Nami's pants and chuckle with great amusement at how wet her fingers were. She stared at Nami, who wore the cutest blush you could imagine, as she tried to act as natural as she could. Feeling a bit raunchy and generous, Robin took her fingers and brought them to her lips. As Nami stared back at her along with some sneaky glances from a couple of onlookers, Robin opened her mouth and had a quick taste.
Nami could feel her lower region tense up as she watched her lover; her soft lips wrapped so seductively around her fingers as she slowly sucked the juices up. Once she was satisfied with her small show, Robin simply smiled back at her and took another sip from her drinks. Most of Nami's cognitive functions had all but turned off at this point, and the only thing she could think of was to fuck that sexy archeologist in front of her.
A few moments passed, and while the two lusty women enjoyed their drinks and naughty teasing, a figure approached them from behind. Neither of them had noticed the person, and who could blame them? There had to be at least a thousand individuals in the square and sensing a single, specific being amongst them all was a bit much to ask; especially since they were getting a wee bit tipsy at this point.
Nami and Robin laughed merrily as they talked and joked to each other, completely oblivious to the suspicious hand stretching out towards them. Closer and closer the figure crept, sneaking up on the girls with an unclear intent. Sudden, the music came to a brief halt, and the entire square was engulfed in a deafening silence. As the two turned around to see what was going on, their attention was immediately draw towards the figure that was just a few inches away from them. Nami could feel her heart skip a beat as she felt the shady creature grab ahold of her rear, and she was just about to shriek out of pure terror when the figure grinned widely and began to laugh.
"Oooobababababa! That sure is a lovely posterior you have there, young whippersnapper!"
Nami just stared at the short, old and creepy-looking woman, not quite sure what to make of this awkward interaction. "Excuse me?" she simply asked.
"She is referring to your firm rear, my dear Nami." Robin smiled, holding back an amused chuckle.
Nami pouted briefly and sighed. "Of course I know that!" She turned her attention towards the older woman and barked at her. "And why are you still grabbing it?!"
"Pardon my inquisitive nature, child, but I couldn't not hope to neglect such a wonderful creature such as yourself! It has been far too long since these old hands felt such bliss!"
Nami growled momentarily at the rude creature and contemplated punching it, but wouldn't stoop so low as to hit an old lady; extortion, though, that was another matter entirely. Before she could do anything, though, the music began to roar throughout the square once again, leaving Nami sufficiently confused as to drop it all entirely; she wouldn't let some random stranger ruin her night with Robin after all.
"Well, you've had your fun now." Nami growled. "So get lost before I kick you over the stage."
"Ooobabababababa! Don't be so dismissive over the arrival of…" The lady paused. "THE GREAT HAG! Ooobababababa! I have come to bestow upon you, a warning from the future!"
Nami narrowed her eyes, calculating the strength required to punt this menace to the other side of the square. "Is that so?"
"Yes!" The hag replied and looked around cautiously, as if making sure no one was listening. "This island was not meant for strangers such as yourself. Leave Fórn before it's too late, or you and your friends will suffer terrible consequences!"
"What consequences?" Robin asked, putting her drink to the side and looked sternly towards the old woman.
A wide grin grew across the hags face as she stared back at Robin. "Ooobababa…" She paused briefly and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Endirinn..."