Takes 1 & 2

Pg. 1

Robin wants a crew history and asked everyone to keep a log what happens. Nami said something about a penalty fee for those who don’t so here we are.

Today in port, I took a nap against a tree.

I woke up when a guy in a stupid looking feather coat walked by with an obnoxious laugh and a dangerous sort of aura. He had three girls with him that looked wide eyed and a little panicked, despite being draped across the man lovingly. I was considering getting up and interfering but I knew a much more suited idiot for the task.

Sure enough the cook appeared around the corner chasing after the group, obviously to straighten out whatever problem the feathery man had caused to those women or maybe wanting to know where the man shopped. God knows they both seemed to be idiots for fashion and women.

Seriously though, Sanji can take care of it…so I closed my eyes. A few minutes later I hear running and look up to see the three girls fearfully running in the other direction. Looks like the idiot succeeded in pretty good time.

An hour later and I heard that tell tale shuffle walk back towards me. I crack an eye and see that his looks remarkably clean. His pants are covered in dust and grit but there is no blood or evidence really of a fight. The feather guy must have been weak and the cook had let out some aggression on him to take so long. Whatever. I wouldn’t care…but apparently the fight left the blond feeling frisky.

He straddled my legs and sat on my lap in one smooth motion…his hands were reaching into my pants before I could even ask what the fuck he was doing. Not that I would have have stopped him.

This kind of thing never happens. When we get down to business, the damn chef has a conniption before hand and needs to make sure no one could possibly see, hear, or discover us. Damn frustrating candy ass idiot…

Anyway, since he is so cautious normally this is…exciting. We are right off the main road and people are walking by but he only licks his lips and aggressively pulls me out of my pants.

I start returning the groping and he gasps as I grab him a little roughly….as his mouth closes I hear a whisper of breath.

“Wake up asshole, this isn’t me…a little help…”

But then his mouth was all over my neck and his hand was stroking me in a technique he had never used before and it was hard to remember what I might have heard. Help I remembered since it’s something of a prickly word for us and I moved a hand across him. That he wasn’t hard yet but was acting with a kind of lust I hadn’t seen before was strange and reason enough for me to lend my help.

I took him behind the tree, so at least we wouldn’t scare children who might walk by or worse have a member of the crew come up to us during the act.

He was strangely quiet, and there was none of the normal pretense, normal fight for the right to top first. In fact he was eager to have me lead. Heh..it was pretty good…fucking great actually.

About halfway through…when we were close, his attitude changed and he was suddenly angry for no apparent reason and clawed at my back and pulled at my hair and basically saying what an idiot I was. Nothing lasts forever I guess. Bastard. Even cursing my name as he came. Heh…I don’t really mind that though…just a revisiting of classic asshole cook. It’s because he is so fucking annoying that getting that reaction feels so good though.

Turns out the cook was being controlled by some devil fruit user…or at least that’s what he says to me afterward. He could just be fucking embarrassed he couldn’t control himself…he is the ero cook after all. Don’t know, Don’t care…well maybe a little. I want the cook to come to me because he wants to…and no other reason.

Still, if we do see that guy in the feathery jacket again I’m torn between thanking him and killing him, I mean yeah he made the cook give me the best and dirtiest sex of my life but there is also the fact the chef hadn’t come back for more than an hour when the women were freed. The crap cook isn’t saying anything but I get the sense the fruit user had Sanji entertain him before he sent the cook my way, probably expecting me to kill him and staying for a thrilling little show when I didn’t.

Ah…I’ll let the cook kill him, it’s the least I can do. I’ll just be there to back him up in case anything funny happens.

Speaking of funny…I bet the cook if going to hate this journal thing when he realizes I’m not going to lie about that thing between us he wants hidden so badly…his hang up not mine. I can’t wait to see how his precious Nami-swan reacts to all the dirty little details of what Sanjis’ real skills are and what he really likes…

Pg 1.
Robin wants a crew history and asked everyone to keep a log what happens. Nami said something about a penalty fee for those who don’t so here we are.

Today in port, I took a nap against a tree.

The cook interfered with me writing my journal entry and I had to re-write it. Too much work to rewrite what I wrote and it'd probably be destroyed too.

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Nami sighed and shrugged at Robin as she handed her the swordsmans nearly blank page.

“I knew we wouldn’t get much from Zoro. Let alone anything interesting.”

Robin started rubbing the edge of her pencil across the page, revealing the indentions of the words that had been written on the page above it.

“Sometimes you need to look between the lines for the real story navigator-san.”