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Shivering, you reached a frozen hand out and grabbed the rung at shoulder height of the ladder on the Going Merry’s main mast. Looking up, you gulped at how high up the crows nest was. Clenching your muscles to stop shivering, you placed your foot on the bottom rung and began to awkwardly climb up, keeping an eye on the two mugs of steaming coffee in your right hand. You sighed when you finally arrived at the top, placing the mugs as far away from the opening as possible and throwing your right leg over the edge to pull nyourself up onto the ledge with your foot and left arm. Once you were straddling it, you threw your left leg over and

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________   There was no mistaking that Sanji was probably the best cook in the world, anything he made, no one could NOT love. You've always been a chubby girl, you didn't really mind it, even when you joined the Strawhat Crew, and you were in heaven with the delicious food that was made everyday for you. In most cases, you felt a lot like Luffy, somewhat of a bottomless pit, yet the chub stuck to you; unlike the rest of the crew members. No matter how much exercise you did, the dreaded fat stayed. It wasn't until recently that you bec

          As the bottle of champagne opened with a pop, your “crew” of friends cheered. Alcohol sprayed the room filled with cheers and laughs. A certain blond chef poured the wine for you and the rest of the ladies. As everyone else filled their glasses, you caught Sanji’s wink as he raised his. Several “Kanpai!”s were heard as well as the distinctive clink of each glass against each other.  After each one of you had drained your glasses, your host stood up.         “Looks like the idiot’s got something to say.” Zoro mumbled, crossing his arms with a smirk on his face. When you looked over to

“You’re such an idiot” You scowled, laying tangled with a certain someone. The certain someone who cooks the food for the Straw Hats, and the fire in your heart. It was a cool night, and you laid on the soft grass of the Sunny’s deck. All the other crew members were sleeping, probably curled nice and warm in their beds, except for you and a certain someone. “An idiot for you~” His voice quietly cooed, sending a shiver down your spine. Strong arms wrapped around your blanket covered body. His facial haired chin resting on the top of your head. The small lit candle silently flickered across from you, as the