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Something Worth Dying For	By : slj812000 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 10730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Nine: Nami
It was hard for Nami to reconcile herself to the fact that she had been the cause of someone’s death. Three people’s, actually. Three people were dead that wouldn’t have been if she had just kept to herself and not allowed them to be her friends.
Throughout the limo ride back to Arlong Park, the two-level stronghold Arlong kept in the office building downtown, Nami could not stop blaming herself and barely managed to keep herself from bawling. Arlong had been saying things to her, something along the lines of explaining the rules she thought, but Nami could barely pay enough attention to him to even respond with a nod of understanding. She kept going over the things in her mind that she could have done to save her friends.
If she’d never given that file on the Don Krieg mafia to Arlong. If she’d never allowed the boys to follow her to work. If she’d never insisted they visit the Baratie for dinner.
If she’d never become friends with them at all, they might still be alive.
But ultimately, she could do nothing from them, and certainly not now. Even if by some miracle they were somehow still clinging to life, despite being given a death warrant by assassin Dracule Mihawk, Nami would never see them again. She was now a Mermaid, and Mermaids came with certain rules, as Arlong was explaining.
From two in the afternoon until four in the morning, she was for sale and available for any customer. She was not allowed to say no to any request that would not endanger her life, and even those that would were subject to be approved by Arlong himself. She was only allowed out of her room for one hour a day to take care of hygiene, aside from bathroom breaks every four hours. Her meals were served promptly at one p.m., seven p.m., and four a.m., and if she missed them, she was out of luck.
Nami nodded again, hearing the words but unable to process them yet. She’d do that later, when she was alone in her room, and after she’d had a good cry. Because that’s what she needed. Nami needed to let loose the overwhelming emotions she was trying to hide in front of the others or she’d crack and do something stupid, like shove the pen that was in the front breast pocket of Arlong’s suit into Chew’s eye in order to get that idiot to stop whistling so jovially on such a tragic day.
“Pay attention!” Arlong snapped at her. Nami’s eyes snapped up from focusing on the pen in his pocket to his face. He looked annoyed. “I asked you a question.”
Nami could not recall what he’d asked.
“Sorry, I was thinking about the rules,” she lied unimaginatively. “What did you ask me?”
“I said, you don’t happen to still have your virginity, do you?” he repeated. Somehow, Nami managed to remain passive as she answered him, despite her revulsion.
“No, I don’t,” she replied.
Arlong made a face of disappointment, but did not look surprised. “I wagered you didn’t. Kids these days have sex younger and younger. If I’d wanted to sell your virginity, I probably should have promoted you two or three years ago.”
That was a bit harder to swallow with solemnity. The idea of being a whore at thirteen years old. It was sick. Nami was incredibly glad she’d had the foresight to get rid of her virginity before Arlong did it for her. He was going to make enough money off of her without getting more for selling something of hers that he’d had no part in keeping secure.
There was some more gangster small talk (about what area had been unruly today and who had been killed as a result and the like) as they made their way to Arlong Park. Nami fought to remain emotionless, but her hands shook in her lap. When the limo entered the underground garage, though, and she took what she supposed was probably her last look of the outside world for a very long time, her composure wavered.
Tears filled her eyes. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes as limousine came to a stop. She willed herself not to cry as the door was opened and the men in the limo with her got out. She went last, surreptitiously wiped the remainder of moisture from her eyes and rubbed it on the seat as she got out.
They got on the private elevator and headed up to the sixteenth floor to deposit the Trio, and then just the two of them went up one floor to the whore house. She had only been to this floor once before, when she was just a little girl of ten getting her tour of Arlong Park. She had been a spectacle to be stared at then; it was no different now.
Unoccupied Mermaids came to their open doors and gawked at her as Arlong led her past them to an empty room near the end of the long hallway. He opened the door and stepped aside, letting her get a glimpse of her new home. It was maybe a dozen square feet and adorned only with a bed and single dresser. The only decorations were a small trash can and a clock on the dresser.
It was, she realized, little more than a jail cell.
“The condoms and lube are in the top drawer,” Arlong informed her, his big hand pushing her into the tiny room. “Make sure to take care of the customers, but not too well, my dear, as to make sure they are left wanting more.”
Nami tasted bile at the term of endearment. She supposed she didn’t have long until her first ‘customer’ showed, so she did her best to calm herself down. She really didn’t need to break down crying in front of the first man who came up to fuck her. She doubted Arlong would be very pleased about that.
This would only be the second time she’d had sex. Last time, with Sabo, she’d been treated gently and with care. She knew she’d receive no more such treatment from here on out. For one irrational moment, Nami hoped against all odds that it would be Sabo who would walk into her room. She wanted that blonde to fulfill his oath and take her away from this awful place.
No. That was hope, and hope was useless. She reminded herself that she was, in the end, a hopeless case and she needed to face reality. She had just taken a final deep cleansing breath when she heard the footsteps approach her room.
“We meet again, Nami-chan.”
All the composure Nami had built up within herself fled. She turned around to see it, but she already knew who would be there. It was Crocodile.
“I have to admit,” he said, strolling a few steps into the room and causing her to back into the dresser in attempt to stay away from him, “I didn’t think you’d become a Mermaid quite this soon. I thought that your boss would at least let you finish out your assignment at my school before condemning you to this.”
He gestured inauspiciously about the room.
“Maybe you’re not as important as you think you are,” Nami replied. How she had the balls to say anything at that moment, she didn’t know. Crocodile smirked.
“Or maybe, you aren’t,” he countered, reaching out to pull on the tie of her uniform. It unfurled into his grasp and his hands toyed with it aimlessly. “I offered to save you from this, if you recall.”
Nami did, a little bit. She hadn’t realized that had been a serious offer then. In retrospect, maybe she should have taken him up on it. But her own words came back to her and reminded her of why she’d dismissed it so easily.
Why would I trade the devil I know for one that I don’t?
Nami suspected this man to actually be more cruel than Arlong himself. Putting her life, and the lives of her mother and sister, in the hands of this man seemed a very bad idea. Granted, she may not be used for a tool for sex in his organization, but his were a band of assassins. Nami did not think she could murder without suffering from a guilty conscience.
Technically, she had probably condemned Kuro and his subordinates to death, but she wasn’t the one dealing out the bullets. And she felt bad enough being involved in involuntary manslaughter of her friends. No, she wouldn’t make it in his organization.
“I am not an assassin,” she replied to his open statement. He cocked his head to the side and nodded, conceding the point.
“No, but you could be trained to be,” he countered. “In as little as six months. And you wouldn’t have to leave anything behind, except this shitty organization that calls itself a yakuza.”
Damn it, why did he have to paint such a pretty picture for her? The thought of leaving this room and going home to her mother and sister; it was very tempting. To be able to go back to school—
No. School was bad. Very bad. She would have to sit in a room missing her three friends and have that as a constant daily reminder of how dangerous it was to be around her. Yes, she could be trained to be an assassin, and probably could manage it without much difficulty, aside from the guilty conscience but alcohol could probably help with that. But she also didn’t put it past Crocodile to give her some sort of final test to admit her into Baroque Works and telling her that she had to kill her own mother and sister to prove her loyalty.
Yeah, he seemed like that sort of mind-fucking bastard.
“Such a disappointment,” Crocodile sighed, apparently reading her decision on her face. He shrugged indifferently and dropped the tie to the floor before shucking his coat. Nami watched him toss it towards the edge of the bed and felt her stomach roll.
Fuck. That’s right. He was here to screw her. Nerves froze up her body as she stared at him, untucking his shirt. What should she do? How do you be a whore? The first (and most obvious) answer she came up with was that she had to be naked. So she reached down and grabbed the hem of her blouse, lifting it up.
“Leave it on,” Crocodile stipulated, unbuckling his pants. She looked up at him in confusion. He grinned lecherously at her. “I want to fuck you in the uniform. I have since I first saw you in it.”
Nami’s stomach rolled again. Yes, he was a sick, mind-fucking bastard alright. She let go of the hem of her shirt and waited for him to finish undressing. He didn’t undress. He simply unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his pants, letting them slouch a little on his hips. When he stood before her and crossed his arms expectantly, Nami realized what was expected of her.
Son of a bitch. She’d never given a man fellatio before. She thought back to her time with Sabo and suddenly regretted not ‘returning the favor.’ At least if she had, she might have an inkling of what she was supposed to do.
Well, she kind of knew what to do. A little. The boys, when she’d had lunch with them, would never fail to look up porn on their phones when they were done eating and waiting for the afternoon sessions of class to begin. She’d seen the act done before, thanks to that. But seeing and doing were two very different things.
Since he was going to apparently just stand there, Nami went down to her knees. It was the only way she’d be able to do it. Did she draw his pants down for him or simply reach into them and free his penis from his boxers? Damn it, why did it have to be Crocodile that she was learning how to do this with?
“What’s the matter, Nami-chan?” he asked, sensing her hesitation probably. She looked up to see that irritating smirk still on his face.
“Never been a whore before,” she replied. “Not sure if the pants come all the way off or if I leave them where they are.”
He chuckled darkly. “You’re such a good student; no doubt you will figure it out along the way.”
Fuck! She just wanted to punch him straight in the dick. The bastard! She hated him! Absolutely hated him!
Angered to the point of not caring anymore, she grasped the waistband of his pants as well as his boxers and pulled them down roughly to his knees. Crocodile chuckled again.
“So feisty,” he commented. Nami ignored his commentary and gave herself a little mental pep-talk while staring at his half-flaccid cock. It was gross and disgusting and she really didn’t want to do it, but she was going to have to put it in her mouth.
Trying not to seem tentative, she reached out and gripped him in one hand, but almost immediately let go, startled. That hadn’t felt like she thought it would. It was very hot, no doubt from blood rushing there, but it was also firmer than she expected. She had always imagined boys’ penises to be kind of like squeezing a stress ball. Easy to give way when a little pressure was applied.
To cover her startle, she reached up and gripped him with the other hand, trying to make it seem like she’d meant to hold him with the other hand instead. Whether or not he believed the act, she didn’t know, but at least he didn’t comment on it. Finally, she had no choice and reluctantly opened her mouth.
There wasn’t anything to taste but the saltiness of his skin, thankfully, because she was seriously grossed out by thoughts of what it might have tasted like. She leaned forwards and took more of him into her mouth until she felt him hit close to the back of her throat. She didn’t want to go any farther than that because she had a gag reflex and she wasn’t interested in testing it out tonight.
Much to her dismay, Crocodile was. One hand fisted in the hair at the back of her head and pulled her face towards his groin with unstoppable strength. The feeling was unimaginable. She wanted to gag but couldn’t; his cock was shoved so far back in her throat that though her throat retracted, she could do nothing but spit up drool.
When he finally let go, she pulled back immediately and dropped him from her mouth, coughing and yes, gagging to the side. Between her gags, she heard him chuckle.
“Your oral skills leave something to be desired,” he commented, as if he were giving her a quarterly student review. “Arlong said you weren’t a virgin, but I’d bet you’ve never sucked a dick in your life.”
She didn’t bother to confirm or deny it. She didn’t want to listen to his commentary on the subject at all. She knew she should go back to it, but she wasn’t sure she could handle his brutality again. He knew she was new at this, and by the look on his face, he was planning on making it hard for her.
When she thought she had the gagging under control, she took hold of him and brought him to her mouth again. She deliberately kept her hand on his cock, so that when she bobbed her head up and down on him, he couldn’t force her to deepthroat him again. It wasn’t long before the salty taste of him turned bitter.
What was the bitterness? She had no idea. In school, they covered anatomy and sexual reproduction, but they sure as hell didn’t cover the mechanics of sex. That should have been a school course. How to give a blow job (or how to eat a girl out if that particular situation applied) should be a required class so a person didn’t look stupid the first time they had sex. Because she was pretty sure she looked like a fucking idiot right now.
“You’re really terrible at this,” Crocodile sighed, pushing his hand through her hair again and grabbing hold at the back of her head. He pulled her face off of him and held her neck arched back. He then removed her hand from his dick and began to stroke it himself, fast and firmly. After a half a minute, he ejaculated onto her face.
It wasn’t until he’d completely stopped ejaculating that he let go of her hair. Nami had closed her eyes, not wishing to get a dose of semen in them. When he let go of her hair, she blindly reached out to the bed, pulling on the sheet until it relented into her hand and wiping the stuff off of her face. She realized that the bitter taste from before was the semen, because despite wiping it away, she still managed to get some in her mouth.
When she was sure there wasn’t any semen near her eyes anymore, she opened them to see Crocodile had reached over her to the dresser drawers and pulled open the top one. He produced a condom from it, putting it between his teeth and ripping the seal. The small latex condom fell into his hand and he pinched the end of it before sliding it over his half-erect self.
So it was onto fucking now. Great.
“You. Bend over the bed. Face the wall,” he instructed. Apprehensively, she did as instructed, going to the bed and leaning over it. She heard him come up behind her and felt one hand reach out and caress the side of her leg for a moment before dragging his hand up and shifting her skirt up to her waist.
With a sharp yank, her panties were dragged down to her knees. A few seconds later, she felt the tip of him pressing against her labia. He held one hand firmly against her back, preventing her from moving as he began to push in.
It hurt! She thought that it wasn’t supposed to hurt. She’d already lost her virginity. Come to think of it, that hadn’t hurt very much at all. And when Sabo had pushed in, it had just felt very uncomfortable. But this was much different. She felt like he was shoving and stretching her to the point that her insides would tear.
She didn’t like it. It didn’t feel good at all. She buried her face in the bed sheets, wincing as he began pumping in and out of her. Why hadn’t it hurt like this with Sabo? Crocodile wasn’t any bigger in terms of cock size when compared to the blonde, so what was the difference?
The only difference she could determine as that before she’d had sex with Sabo, he’d given her oral. She recalled being embarrassed by the state of affairs between her legs after. She’d been ‘slimy.’ Was that it? Had the sliminess acted as a lubricant?
It must have been.
Nami grimaced through the pounding and sound of smacking flesh. Damn it, how long would this take? She didn’t want to do this anymore. Not without the lube that was in the top drawer. She peeked at the clock on top of the dresser. He’d gotten there at ten o’clock; it was ten twenty-five now. She’d spent probably five minutes talking to him, another ten at that terrible blow job. So he’d been fucking her for ten minutes? How long did it generally take a guy to cum?
The answer, for Crocodile at least, was twenty-three minutes. When he finally had thrust himself out, she couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped her as he pulled out of her. Was it finally over?
“Get up,” Crocodile commanded, smacking her butt. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but striking was supposed to be against the rules. She pushed herself up off the bed, giving him a look of ill intent. He was pulling off the condom and tossing it into the trash.
“I’ve got another twenty minutes,” he told her, eyeing the clock. “Why don’t you try doing a better job of giving a blow job?”
Like hell she wanted to! But she also couldn’t say no. So she got back onto her knees and faced him again. His flesh was slightly damp, probably from semen, and she tried not to make a face at having to taste that again.
Ignoring her reluctance, she reached out and gripped him again and then took him into her mouth. It tasted bitter and sour. She wanted to gag, even before he pushed himself into the back of her throat. Immediately, his hands grasped the back of her head and she knew she was in trouble.
“Now, my little Nami-chan,” he smirked, “let me show you how a man wants this done.”
Nami knew she was in for another gagging. And she wasn’t wrong.
.o0o.
The first three days were the worst. But in an odd way, they were also good for her. Arlong had not lied; when she’d been brought to Arlong Park there had been a steady stream of men waiting for her, but after Crocodile, she felt like she was immune. At the very least, she could deepthroat someone now without gagging anymore.
The waiting customers had finally tapered down to a trickle after three days, allowing Nami time to herself. She was amazed that she no longer felt the urge to cry. Her tears had dried up after three days and she didn’t cry herself to sleep anymore.
She realized she was finally numb. There was nothing left, no feeling of remorse or loss. She was simply numb. Any man could walk through her door and have his way, and she would feel nothing. It was good. Better. She’d been more prepared than she’d thought for this.
Her room didn’t even have a window. She only knew by the clock small clock on her dresser what time it was, and sometimes, when she woke up early, she couldn’t quite remember if it was supposed to be day or night. She supposed ultimately, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like she was going anywhere.
Except today.
Nami had been confused when Chew had come to her room; the Fish made no secret that he loathed her existence. So why would he come to her room? The only people who did were her customers.
“Come on,” Chew snapped at her. “Get up and dressed. Hurry. Arlong wants you downstairs in ten minutes.”
Groggily, since it was about nine in the morning and she’d only gone to sleep less than four hours prior, Nami had changed into the only clothes she had: the ones she’d been taken in. It was odd being in her school uniform again, and also gross since the only underwear she had were the ones she’d had on the Monday she’d been taken, and they had not been washed. When she was dealing with customers, she simply wore a satin robe she’d found in the dresser when she’d stashed her uniform, since she never ended up wearing anything for very long.
Running a hand through her slightly sleep-tangled hair as she descended the steps to the loft floor that Arlong owned, Nami couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. As far as she knew, Mermaids never left their rooms. Unless…
The numbness receded from her to make way for fear. The only time she’d ever heard of a Mermaid leaving her room was if she were permanently sold off. That was a terrifying prospect. Here, in Arlong Park, Nami knew what to expect. There were rules. In the hands of a man who had decided to permanently buy her, there were no rules.
“Ah, there is my jewel!” Arlong’s voice called out the moment she entered the room. Her eyes spotted him immediately, sitting at the large desk that he usually occupied. He looked the same from when she had last seen him a few days ago.
“Is the limo ready?” Arlong asked Kuroobi, who was at his side. Kuroobi nodded and Arlong rose from his chair. He came to stand next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders to guide her to the elevator. With the numbness still temporarily lifted, Nami felt the arm on her shoulders and had to fight the impulse to shrug it off.
The four of them, Nami, Arlong, Kuroobi and Chew, all descended to the sub-basement where the cars parked. Upon seeing the limo, Nami saw that Hachi was also present. Nami got a sickening wave of déjà vu as they all got into the limo and set off. Her sight of the outside world again had come sooner than she’d thought, but that thought was second note to her ponderings on just where they were headed.
The curiosity and fear became too much for Nami. She had to know. Had to ask.
“Where are we going?” she asked, looking out the tinted windows as the town went by.
“Shopping, my dear,” Arlong told her. “You need something more fitting of a Mermaid of your class than those rags you wear now.”
Fear eased, but confusion soared. What did he mean, a Mermaid of her class?
“One with your exotic beauty is a rarity,” Arlong went on, sating her curiosity as he ran a hand through her orange hair. “It does no good to keep you locked up all the time. So when I host esteemed guests, you will be in attendance. And you must be properly attired.”
Essentially, he would be showing her off in order for her to generate more money for him. Actually, that made perfect sense, for him. Nami felt as the numbness began to fall back into place. At least she wasn’t being sold off.
They came to a stop in front of a small shop bordering the edge of East Blue. Really, it must have been as close to the border as they could get. When they got out of the limo, Nami could see the towering sky scrapers of All Blue, the metropolis that East Blue, and all the other Blue cities were suburbs of.
Inside of the shop, Nami was taken by several women and stuffed into kimonos and dresses of all sorts and forced to parade in front of Arlong and the Trio, his bodyguards for the day. Arlong gave his approval on certain ones and Nami hoped her torture would be done soon. It was hard to keep a neutral expression.
Unfortunately, she was subject to lingerie next. It was completely mortifying to parade around in clothes that left her pretty much naked. Why was lingerie even considered clothes when ninety-eight percent of the time it was see through? Nami was shaking in disgust by the time her torture was over. Arlong led her back outside to the limo as the Trio followed diligently. The clothes were to be delivered to Arlong Park the next day. In the meantime, Nami was once again on her way back to her Mermaid life.
The trip to the clothing store had taken up the afternoon portion of her shift, so when she returned she was allowed to have lunch. Good. She was starved. She’d been deprived of breakfast in lieu of shopping this morning. Lunch was a simple miso soup and as Nami ate it, she reminisced back to the delicacies that Sanji had served her. She wished she could eat his cuisine again, but the boy was dead and it was pointless for her to wish for things like that.
With her lunch eaten and therefore nothing left for her to do, Nami simply sat on the bed provided for her and waited for her first customer. A glance at the clock showed that it was nearly eight o’clock. Typically, her busiest time of the day was between nine and one, so she knew she wouldn’t be waiting long. The time ranges that men could purchase were anywhere from fifteen minutes to the entire night.
The latter was the most expensive by far. Whereas just about any punk could scrounge up five thousand berries for a quick fifteen minute blow-and-go, the entire night usually cost around two hundred thousand berries. She had yet to attract that sort of customer, and she was glad. The idea of having to put up with some sycophant for more than an hour or two she knew was out of her skill range, even if she was numb.
At eight-seventeen, her door opened. Nami had been counting the ceiling tiles for the third time (there were forty-eight) and glanced to the door. She froze.
Had she fallen asleep? Last she remembered, she had been sitting on her bed staring at the ceiling, so maybe it was possible. She bit down hard on her tongue and a sharp pain accosted her. Nope, not dreaming. So then, how was this possible?
Nami stared blankly at Luffy as he stared just as blankly at her for a long moment. Then his hand reached behind his head to scratch as a wide grin broke out on his face.
“Ah, Nami.”
Dazed, Nami didn’t answer at first. Too many things were going through her mind. How was he alive? How was he looking perfectly fine, aside from a cut on his cheek? How the hell did he find her? Just how had he gotten up here and into her room as if he were her next customer?
“Ara?” Luffy’s smile drooped and his head cocked to the side in confusion as the door closed behind him. He waved his hand in front of her face, as if trying to recall her from spacing out. “Nami, are you okay?”
She jolted as if struck by his words and blinked back from her stupor. “I—I’m fine.”
It was a lie, but an automatic one so she knew it would at least sound convincing. Anyway, it had Luffy fooled. His grin reappeared and he stepped farther into the room, crowding her space as was his usual unconscious habit.
“You’re not at school,” he told her, as if she didn’t know. “Where have you been?”
The school term was over for the moment, she knew, but he was right; she had missed the last two days of exams.
“Working,” she floundered to answer. No other explanation would do. How was she supposed to explain any of this to him? Did he already know what she was? Hell, he had found her when no one else had. But then again, he also didn’t seem surprised at her explanation, as poor as it was.
“You work a lot,” Luffy observed, pouting and crossing his arms. “Makes it hard to hang out.”
“Sorry,” she apologized. Because she truly was sorry that she wasn’t able to spend time with him anymore. That thought brought her back to herself. “What are you doing here, Luffy?”
“Hanging out!” he laughed. “I told the ugly that I wanted to hang out with you and he said I could if I paid, so I did.”
Nami felt nauseous. Luffy…had been in the same room as Arlong…and had bought her?
“How long do we get to—to hang out?” she asked, dreading the answer. Fifteen minutes was probably not going to be a long enough time for her to be able figure out how to explain her situation to Luffy in a way that he would not be suspicious yet also somehow stress that he could tell absolutely no one where she was.
“The ugly said if I paid two hundred thousand, I could hang out all night,” Luffy shrugged. Nami felt dizzy.
“You paid for the whole night?” she reiterated. Luffy nodded vigorously. “Where did you get the money?”
Luffy grinned again. “I didn’t have any at first, so I went home and got it. Had to borrow a little from my brother though.”
He grimaced.
“You didn’t tell him what it was for, did you?” Nami worried. Nami had known Luffy had a brother; he mentioned him on occasion, but she had never met him. Still, she needed to make sure a grandson of Garp didn’t know that Luffy was essentially paying for a whore.
“I told him so I could hang out with my friend,” Luffy shrugged. “He got real excited though when I said you were a girl. He got that look on his face that he gets when he’s looking up dirty videos on the internet.”
Nami felt a little relief at that. So his brother suspected that Nami was some sort of girlfriend. Well, that wasn’t so bad. Unless he asked to meet said girlfriend.
“So what do you wanna do?” Luffy asked, a hint of excitement in his voice. He looked ready to bounce off the proverbial walls, tottering from side to side.
What did she want to do? What she wanted most at that moment was to know exactly how the fuck he was still alive. He should have been six feet under by now, yet here he stood, as if the altercation at the Baratie had not taken place just three days ago and Dracule Mihawk had not been ordered to dispose of him.
“Tell me what’s been going on,” she requested. “I haven’t seen you since the restaurant. I got shoved outside and couldn’t get back in. What happened? How did you find me?”
Oddly, a smile crossed Luffy’s face. “I got a new nakama.”
A/N: Next chapter will be the long awaited switch of perspectives to Luffy's.
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