Morning light stabbed through the portholes like knives, finding four exhausted bodies tangled in the captain's bunk. Luffy sprawled in the center—snoring, drooling, one arm flung over Nami's tits, the other hooked around Nojiko's waist. Nami woke first—groaning as every muscle screamed. Her thighs ached, pussy swollen and sticky from the marathon, collar still warm around her throat. Nojiko stirred next—wincing as she shifted, ass red from slaps, cunt leaking dried cum. Tashigi—still naked, wrists bound to the headboard—was curled in the corner of the bunk, glasses crooked, face flushed even in sleep.
They'd gotten carried away. Again.
Nami sat up slowly—wincing—collar gem catching the light.
"Fuck... everything hurts. No more fucking today. I'm declaring it a 'no-fucking' day."
Nojiko laughed hoarsely—voice wrecked from screaming.
"Speak for yourself, sis. I could go again... but yeah, I need to walk first."
Luffy cracked one eye open—grinning despite the soreness in his hips.
"Shishishi... no fucking? It would be boring."
Nami kicked his shin weakly. "Shut up. Breakfast first. Then maybe later."
Tashigi stirred—eyes fluttering open—then froze when she realized she was still tied, still naked, still collared. A soft whimper escaped her.
Nojiko stood—legs wobbly—grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around herself like a toga.
"I'll make breakfast. You three... behave."
She left the cabin—door clicking shut.
Usopp was already on deck—eyes sunken, dark circles like bruises, ass still throbbing from the stitched wound. He hadn't slept properly; every time he tried to lie down the pain flared. He mopped mechanically—nose twitching—muttering to himself about "brave warriors don't cry over butt wounds."
Nojiko emerged with trays—piles of pancakes drizzled in honey, bacon crispy and thick, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and coffee strong enough to wake the dead.
"Chow down. You idiots burned a lot of energy last night."
They ate like starved animals—Luffy face-first into pancakes, syrup dripping down his chin; Nami and Nojiko more delicately but no less hungrily; Zoro tearing bacon strips like paper. Tashigi— tied in the new prison sector below deck—was left a tray through the bars. Aesthetic purpose, Luffy had said. She ate silently—collar glinting, eyes dull.
Usopp got leftovers—thrown at his feet like scraps for a dog. He ate standing—ass too sore to sit—nose twitching every time someone laughed.
The sky had been clear when they started eating.
By the time plates were cleared, it wasn't.
Dark clouds rolled in fast—unnatural, boiling black. Wind howled—sudden, aggressive—snapping sails and rattling the rigging. Waves rose—sharp, violent—slamming the hull.
It wasn't gradual—no warning thunder, no distant lightning flickers. One second the morning was bright and clear; the next, the horizon swallowed the sun whole. Thick, boiling clouds rolled in like an avalanche of ink, blotting out the blue so completely it felt like night had fallen at 9 a.m.
Then the wind hit.
A wall of air—cold, wet, screaming—slammed the ship sideways. Sails snapped taut with a sound like cannon fire; ropes shrieked against pulleys; the mast groaned like it was about to snap in half. Waves rose instantly—twenty, thirty feet high—jagged black walls capped with foaming white teeth.
Nami screamed—voice cracking over the roar.
"STORM! HOLD ON—!"
The deck tilted violently—everyone sliding toward the port rail. Usopp—still mopping—lost his grip and went tumbling, mop flying, ass wound ripping open again as he slammed into the railing. He clung to it—screaming bloody murder—nose stretching longer from pure terror.
"WE'RE GONNA DIE—MY ASS—MY BEAUTIFUL ASS—!"
Nojiko—halfway out of the galley with a tray of fifth serving—dropped everything. Pancakes, bacon, coffee—gone overboard in a heartbeat. She grabbed the doorframe—knuckles white—hair whipping like blue fire.
"ZORO—STEER US OUT!"
Zoro—already at the wheel—gritted his teeth, muscles bulging as he fought the rudder. The ship lurched left—then right—then spun like a drunk top. Waves crashed over the deck—freezing, foaming—dragging at legs, threatening to sweep them overboard.
Nami clung to the mainmast—log pose clutched in one fist—crying openly now.
"IT'S TOO STRONG—WE CAN'T—!"
Lightning cracked—blinding white—striking the water so close the thunder felt like a punch to the chest. The ship rode up one monstrous wave—forty feet now—bow pointed straight at the sky—then plummeted down the other side like a stone. Wood creaked; everyone screamed as the deck dropped out from under them.
Usopp lost his grip—slid across the slick planks—screaming until his voice broke.
"HELP—MOMMY—SOMEONE—!"
Nojiko—thrown against the galley wall—grabbed a rope with both hands, legs dangling over the edge as another wave tried to suck her overboard.
"LUFFY—DO SOMETHING!"
Luffy—still perched on the figurehead like it was a playground ride—laughed through the chaos, hair whipping, eyes wild.
"FUN!"
DING!
[System Suggestion: Use Coup de Burst to escape]
[Caution: Instruct all crew to hold the ship tightly. High-speed launch imminent. Failure to secure may result in crew loss overboard.]
Luffy's grin turned manic.
"EVERYONE—HOLD ON SUPER TIGHT!"
He stretched both arms—rubber snapping like steel cables—wrapping around the mast, rails, Nami, Nojiko, Zoro, even Usopp (who screamed louder when rubber coiled around his waist). Tashigi—in the prison held to the bar tightly.
"COUP DE BURST!"
The stern rockets ignited—blue-white flames roaring like twin dragons.
The ship launched—rocketing straight upward—bow piercing the storm clouds like a spear through black flesh.
Wind howled past—rain turning to stinging mist—G-forces crushing everyone against the deck, rails, each other. Nami's scream turned into a wild, terrified laugh—tits bouncing painfully under soaked clothes.
"WE'RE FLYING—WE'RE FUCKING FLYING—!"
Usopp—rubber arms squeezing his guts—screamed until his voice gave out, nose stretching so long it wrapped around his own face.
Zoro—gripping the wheel for dear life—grunted through clenched teeth.
"Hold... steady..."
Nojiko—hair whipping like a blue storm—laughed hysterically.
"THIS IS INSANE—!"
Tashigi—inside the hold—bounced against the bars—collared throat bobbing—muffled shrieks lost in the roar.
The ship punched through the storm ceiling—sunlight exploding across the deck—then arced downward in a perfect, terrifying curve.
They hit calmer water with a colossal splash—ship rocking violently—but intact. The storm raged behind them—black clouds shrinking fast—left in the dust by the rocket-boosted escape.
Luffy released his arms—fell onto his back—laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
"Shishishi! Best ride EVER!"
Nami—drenched, shaking, alive—crawled to the rail and puked over the side.
"Never... again..."
Zoro—still gripping the wheel—looked at the log pose (now spinning wildly).
"...Guess we're lost again."
Usopp—curled in a fetal ball—sobbed.
"My ass... my everything..."
Nojiko—hair plastered to her face—laughed weakly.
"Breakfast is ruined. But we're alive."
Tashigi—still tied below—whimpered softly.
The Going Meat sailed on—storm behind, Grand Line ahead.
And the crew—sore, soaked, terrified, exhilarated—knew one thing for sure:
This ocean was going to try to kill them.
And they were going to fuck it right back.
"Shishishi! That was awesome! The sea tried to eat us and we ate it right back!"
Nami whipped around—eyes blazing.
"YOU CALL THAT AWESOME?! We almost died! Zoro—your navigation is a fucking disaster! We are now lost in the middle of nowhere."
Zoro crosspants cans arms—still dripping—face flat.
"I steered. We got here. Shut up."
Nami exploded.
"Shut up?! You don't even look at the compass! You just spin the wheel like a drunk toddler! We could've ended up in the Calm Belt—or worse!"
Zoro growled. "You wanna steer next time, witch? Be my guest."
Nojiko—wringing out her apron—tried to mediate.
"Guys, calm down. We're alive. That's what matters."
Usopp—still curled up—whimpered.
"My ass... my everything... I hate this ship..."
Luffy—oblivious—pointed ahead.
"Look! Big island! Looks yummy! Let's go!"
Sure enough—a massive landmass rose on the horizon. Not just an island—a whole country. Rolling green hills, patchwork fields, distant rooftops of a large town. Rich soil smell drifted on the breeze—even from this distance.
Luffy bounced on his toes.
"Land ho! Full speed! I get the feeling that there are lots of food there!"
Nami sighed—still fuming—but couldn't argue with the promise of solid ground.
"Fine. But Zoro—you're off navigation duty until you learn how to read a damn map."
Zoro grunted. "Whatever."
They docked at a quiet cove—away from the main port. Luffy hopped off first—sandals slapping dirt—then turned back.
"Store Ship!"
The Going Meat Jr. shimmered and vanished—leaving Tashigi still bound and gagged in the prison hold stored safely in inventory. Aesthetic prisoner, after all.
Nami and Nojiko stepped onto land—collars gleaming around their throats, permanent now, red gems catching the sun. Every time the light hit them they felt a little pulse—reminder of ownership, reminder of how much stronger they were getting with every load.
Luffy immediately started goofing around the fields—arms stretching to pluck vegetables when he thought no one was looking. Tomatoes, carrots, fat cucumbers—he stuffed them in his mouth raw, chewing with exaggerated moans.
"Mmm! So fresh! Mild sex with dirt!"
Nojiko laughed—already eyeing the soil for future cooking inspiration.
"These are perfect for stew..."
Nami—still grumpy from the storm—scanned the empty fields.
"Strange. No farmers. No one working the crops. It's too quiet."
Usopp—finally allowed off the ship—hobbled behind them, ass still bandaged, carrying empty loot bags just in case.
"Maybe... they're all hiding from pirates? Like us?"
Luffy—mouth full of stolen carrot—froze mid-bite.
A tiny voice piped up from behind a row of cabbages.
"Stop eating my crops, you thief!"
A little girl stepped out—no older than ten—wearing nothing but an oversized, faded t-shirt that hung to her mid-thighs. Bare feet in the dirt. Brown hair in messy pigtails. Big, angry eyes glaring up at Luffy like he'd personally insulted her family honor.
Luffy blinked—then activated X-ray Vision on pure instinct.
Through the thin shirt: smooth, hairless little pussy, tiny nipples poking the fabric, flat tummy, skinny legs. Completely naked underneath.
He grinned—wide and shameless.
"Hey! You're butt naked under the shirt!"
The girl's face detonated crimson—red from ears to neck. She squeaked—hands flying down to tug the hem lower which only flashed more thigh.
"S-Shut up! That's none of your business, vegetable thief!"
Luffy laughed—loud and bright—carrot still dangling from his mouth.
"Shishishi! You're funny! And naked! Wanna join my crew? We've got lots of meat!"
Nami—finally catching up—facepalmed so hard it echoed.
"Luffy... she's a child. Stop."
Nojiko—smirking—leaned down to the girl's level.
"What's your name, kiddo? And where is everyone? These fields look abandoned."
The girl puffed her cheeks—still red—arms crossed under her tiny chest.
"I'm Banchina!"
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