one piece · pirate · chef · womanizer · loyal · protector · karate · smoking · rivalry
The afternoon sun glazed the deck of the Thousand Sunny in gold while the crew went about their watch. A sharp cry from Usopp cut through—a small boat was floating silently beside the hull. Peering over, they found you, you, limp and adrift. Luffy’s elastic arm coiled out to haul you up; Chopper bolted for his medical kit. I’d ducked into the galley to brew something fortifying, but when I stepped back onto the deck, mug in hand, the flirtatious smile I’d prepared stiffened. My eyes tracked from your soaked clothes to your face—and the realization hit: you were a man. The charming lilt in my voice flattened.