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The first days at sea make Zoro does something he should never do too much of--think.
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On day two, with the meager supplies Luffy had messily thrown into his “boat” already depleted, they'd spied a small island in the distance. Or more accurately, (y/n) —who'd taken to using a roll of paper like a telescope—spotted a bit of green on the horizon and Zoro and Luffy rowed so fast they'd gotten to it before the end of the day, even though they were moving against the wind.
Zoro was determined to get real supplies, but they found no people on that small outcrop of rock covered in greenery.
But what they did find was fruit.
And though Luffy complained loudly about having no meat to add to the supply, they loaded their ship with as much fruit as it could carry. Though quickly after disembarking they discovered that the boat was not buoyant enough for their entire harvest. This was much to the distress of the two possessed eaters of the cursed fruits, who both flew into each other's arms in panic as the ocean began to slosh up the sides of the boat.
They'd had to throw near half their supply off before their dingy stopped sinking and spent another few hours pailing water out. It made Zoro wonder how Luffy made it to the first island at all, if getting possessed by a devil fruit made you sink like a hammer. They were so weakened they hardly had the strength to lift their hands.
While y/n sunbathed to dry since she insisted that her papers were soggy, Zoro asked just that question. Luffy just shrugged and said it was where the wind took him, like that wasn't the most obtuse way to travel the ocean.
And that was how their adventure, just the three of them, started.
To call the first week of their journey 'long' would have been to underestimate the difficulty by miles. What he took responsibility for first, as the only capable alpha on the crew, was protecting the omega. That much he could tell himself was fine—only because it was his duty. That was enough to quiet the voice of his hind, which since seeing her hadn't allowed him any rest until he'd come to this compromise.
It was just the right thing to do. Nothing more.
Though they all set out as inexperienced sailors, she was obviously ill suited for life at sea. At the very least he could make sure she didn't sink into it, since Luffy was fool enough to let her along. Honestly, he'd expected her to be little more than dead weight. Nice smelling dead weight which made being adrift at sea with Luffy less unbearable of an absurdity, but nonetheless mostly useless.
Firstly, she was an omega. She wasn't strong in any sense of the word. She couldn't lift much, admitted she couldn't protect herself, and could hardly tug the rope hard enough to turn the sail.
Omegas in general were probably better suited for land than sea. One, as far as Zoro knew, they were healthiest living in a stable territory and not running all over the world. Two, they were emotional and he didn’t want to deal with someone who couldn’t keep up with the stress of seafaring. Three, they had their heats. And while an alpha could work through a rut, heat made an omega practically useless and would distract anyone else with a nose all the while which would only be dangerous for them, along with everyone else on the ship.
Those three reasons were good enough to leave her on land, Zoro thought. And within a few days, Zoro found out she fit all those categories. She seemed uneasy on the dingy—though they were all uneasy on the dingy, since it was so small. And her scent was already a distraction to him heat or not, which he grumbled to himself about.
Not to mention that when she was overwhelmed by any strong emotion, she also had a tendency of fainting. And since she ate the paper-paper fruit, fainting included her entire body collapsing into a single sheet of paper which would drift to the deck with a comedic swaying. But however funny that was, laughter stopped when the wind threatened to take her into the air like a kite and drop her into the ocean.
Having to snap her body out of the air and gingerly hold her down until her mass bounced back only highlighted her frailty. He’d expected her to begin begging to be let off at the next island and he’d never have to see her again.
Yet, in the face of hunger she was the last to complain and the first to cut her rations smaller to share with him and Luffy. That kind of self-sacrifice (especially when she did it for him) made the hind in him preen. Though Luffy more often than not snapped up Zoro's portion before he could eat it. It didn't matter that he'd snap and call Luffy a hundred names, because Luffy would just smile his signature shit-eating grin. And that would just leave Zoro grumbling alongside his empty stomach.
Yet, he didn’t forget.
He couldn’t not notice that she was watchful too, and always on alert. Even when she wasn't on watch, she was still on look out, and every day she earned her totem a little more. And when she first turned her head all the way around to survey the ocean, he'd nearly fallen out of the dinky in shock. By now he'd gotten used to it—and he would never never admit he’d done that.
While they were lost, she looked for land. And somehow remained as optimistic as Luffy when days passed with no sign of life as far as the eye could see.
Though Zoro couldn't help but point out the ridiculousness of their situation, loudly and snappishly as the hunger set in and their fruit supply evaporated. Had he not been so fresh off the high of feeling full and free after being rescued from the pike, he would have cared more about where they were going, with who, and how. But by the time it all became an obvious problem; it was too late to do anything more than complain.
And as much as he wanted to complain about her too, the words would stick on his dry throat.
He’d cough. He’d splutter. Something in him choked it down, so he was stuck with these feelings. He noticed things (he couldn’t miss them if he tried!) but tried not to look often. Though after they were settled into their dingy, there was nothing to do most of the time except stare out at the open ocean and watch seagulls dive in the water. So, he watched her form the corner of his eyes, and pretended like he didn’t.
Zoro'd always admired birds. Their entire bodies were like a weapon, and they lived free as the wind they sailed on. Every bird had three potentials for attack, beaks for striking and their talons for slashing, so of course he appreciated their ferocity. Even the smallest bird had the potential in it to utilize the ultimate three-prong fighting style.
The more he grew to know his new crew mate, the more the description owlish seemed to fit. She had big saucer eyes that he'd noticed the first time he'd seen her. But what he came to learn was that when she surveyed a room, she did so with a slow, measured movement. Gliding her head back and forth like he'd watched owls do when he was child, training too early in the morning out in the forest behind the dojo.
Or when she tilted her head to the side to focus all her attention, it was in a funny owl-like way. And when she blinked it was always slowly, with a shuttering kind of motion that stopped with a click before they went wide again. She kept watch the best of any of them too, because he had the habit of falling asleep on his shift and Luffy was too distractible to stay still for any length of time.
That's why he'd taken to calling her Owleyes.
Maybe when he first uttered that nickname, he should have realized there was something special brewing between them. He could have picked any name to call her. Even if this one suited her, it was still a sign.
Not only had he admired birds all his life, the last three years on the sea he'd spent chasing after the ghost of the Hawkeyed Man, who was the current uncontested best swordsman in the world. Of course, he was only uncontested because no one had bothered to duel him in the last decade. Nonetheless his skills were renowned. Zoro was intent on crossing blades with the man and proving himself to be the best swordsman alive.
How had he not noticed that in a single afternoon a new bird had perched itself up on the throne which was his highest aspiration? The first was huge and terrifying. A hawk of legends with piercing eyes that could slice a mountain in half with a sharp glare.
And now another, comparatively miniscule in size, hopped out from its shadow. A tiny fluffy thing really, with big curious eyes watching him oh-so carefully and he had a burning need to not flinch from its attention lest it fly away as quickly as it appeared.
Yes, he was smitten right when he saw her.
If he'd admitted that to himself then he might have been saved a good deal of trouble. But Roronoa Zoro was not a well-known swordsman because he avoided trouble, or even tried to prevent it. He was renowned because he often crossed paths with trouble, encouraged it even, and then beat it to a bloody pulp.
Troubles of the heart, however, were a completely different set of enemies than the kind he was used to. A type he had no idea how to approach. He felt tempted in the worst way, like she was born to destroy his discipline and he refused to lose it. And as he considered his predicament under the unrelenting gaze of sun, he remembered an adage he'd overheard in a bar a few years back.
It was a story about the making of man from an old islander legend. The body was made of mud, given life by the sea, and given spirit by the sun. But as the sun rises and sets, man's nature was also given two sides, likened by the old drunken men who'd relayed this story, to wolves.
One was the obedient, learned wolf of the day, which could be taught many tricks and behaved to the expectations of others. The second wolf was wild, the embodiment of the animal nature and all its savagery which hides until nighttime. It was the soul of man, with these two wolves always by his side, that decided which aspect of his nature to feed.
The obedient wolf, or the wild one.
As much as he tried to starve it, a desire was growing in him. And when he dreamed of the relief her loving touch might offer him, the wild wolf feasted.
This was not to be misunderstood, however.
The obedient wolf was no less enraptured by the honey of what could be, even if it didn't want to utterly devour her piece by piece in an ugly, selfish way. He was not a man easily tamed and even the so-called domesticated side of his nature was stubborn and mulish. But for her, he would turn belly up and eager for whatever of her attention he could steal for himself, though he'd die before admitting it.
And honestly, if they didn't find food soon, maybe they would die and he'd never have to acknowledge it. That might just be for the better anyway…
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There are three young men sitting at a seat of honor in a rundown sort of tavern on an island somewhere in the heart of the East Blue. This battered port has seen better days, the whole town has, but today—just after the noon bells have chimed when usually it's hottest and the mood of the folk living there the most sour—cheers compel a cooling breeze into the air and a joyous atmosphere.
In the distance the hailing sounds of the dock workers are unchanged. And at the marketplace the haggling continues. An old woman still complains about the heat while children run in the ocean mist to cool off. But around the old port-side tavern, filled to the brim with those who know the good news?
It might as well be a holiday.
Sitting at a worn-down booth, the wooden seat may-laid by men soaked in salt water and years of wear with a sticky table top which never once has been completely clean, are the town heroes. Though a person would earn a brisk but full-bellied laugh if they bothered to call these three boys that.
These men are not do-gooders by trade. They are pirates; free spirits who wander the sea and live more off the romance of adventure than plunder, though they'll never turn their nose away from gold. And what they do now is enjoy the treasure they earned after a hearty battle. In this case the plunder happens to be free food, of which they take more than their fair share of.
The first man ravenously eating is of no fame yet, and goes by the name Luffy D. Monkey.
Luffy is an energetic sort of alpha, not at all serious in nature. And though he's a bit short and his arms seem to move with an unnatural gangeliness, he has a smile which radiates a peculiar but distinctly genuine aura which is undeniable to everyone who meets him—whether they like him or not. Elsewise he's an unremarkable looking young man, with shaggy black hair and a scrawny build.
His most notable feature a crescent scar under his right eye with obvious stitch marks that never properly healed, but the marring of his cheek tuns his boyish charm more rugged.
This strapping young man just turned nineteen, and all those who surround him, are destined for greatness. As of now though, he has not a single thing to his name besides the red linen vest he wears, a cut off pair of straw colored shorts, and a straw hat belted with a red silk—which he's never seen without.
The second sitting by the window is a small lad, a beta and for now remarkable only in how weak and feeble he is. Though also a full nineteen years old, he appears to be like a rounded child. His face is fat and his cheeks low hanging, and his person seems to be as small as his self-esteem, which had been hiding somewhere near the bottom of the sea.
He was a pirate until he'd come across the brazen and full-bodied straw hat man he now idolized. But this boy has a pure notion of justice in his heart, pure like the rosy color of his hair and the sparkle in his eye when he speaks of his dream.
This is Koby.
Though Koby will not walk side-by-side with Luffy for much longer, he will find his fate changed just by crossing paths with him for what few hours amounted to a little less than a day. He isn't sure how, but he'll one day stand as a proud, strong member of the Marines. And as that may make him enemies with his idol one day, he would have to prove himself to be a worthy opponent. Truthfully, he wasn't sure if he ever could dare to be.
The third figure is of paramount importance to the coming retelling, but in the grandness of this adventure his perspective is just one of many key to weaving together the whole. Though he hardly realizes it himself, he has already morphed into the shape best suited to being Luffy's right hand.
Independent, strong, and stalwart.
This day he's finally been yanked from his idle wandering and set on the path destiny always meant for him. Monkey D. Luffy, who he's inexplicitly decided to follow to the ends of the known and unknown in exchange for his life, has given him the only thing he's ever lacked—direction.
Roronoa "Pirate Hunter" Zoro was his name. And unlike Luffy's, it came with the weight of a reputation. Over the last three years he'd become renowned as a bounty hunter across all the East Blue Sea. Once he set dark eyes on a target, it was said not a single criminal had ever escaped. Now, Zoro knew one or two of them had run off with their bounties unclaimed, but he wasn't fond of arguing over idiosyncrasies.
What he was absolutely sure of, was one thing. That one thing was the reason at twenty-five he was as feared as he was. Zoro was the best swordsman in the East Blue.
And one day, he would prove himself to be the best swordsman alive—he bet his life on it. He’d swear it to Luffy, and to anyone who asked. It was a promise almost as old as he was, made first between himself and his long dead friend who would never see her own dream to be the strongest come to pass, and so it merged with his.
His most notable feature was his hair—a pale green which he cut himself to keep it trim, and the three golden earing that dangled from his left ear lobe. Almost always he wore a plain white linen shirt and green trousers held up by a wide banded hip-warmer which he never took off. And until it came time to battle, there was a black bandana tied around his left bicep he’d put on to keep the sweat out of his eyes.
He was a strange fellow though, with an air of lazy confidence about him.
His skill with the sword was unparalleled in this part of the world, but not as absurd as his style of using them. Because of this, and the black bandana he wore around his head when he fought, it was not so much him hunted men anxiously hoped to never encounter, but any man with three swords always kept near at hand and a black, hooded gaze.
They learned not to laugh or ask where does he hold that third sword? when so many of their most infamous brothers on sea and land were picked off by his unusual fighting style. That answer was simply, yes, he did hold the third sword in his mouth. And no, it didn't hurt his jaw—at least not anymore.
However, at just that moment his mind wasn't busy thinking about swords, or training, or sword training. Zoro was set in a content lull, his belly full after days of starving on the execution block, waiting for the navy to free him. Koby had just declined Luffy's final offer to join his crew, intent instead on seeking the lawful path of navy service. An answer which Luffy accepted and had anticipated. Now his eyes were considering a woman who was quickly approaching their table with a curious up and down glance.
With Koby’s fate decided, the pair remaining would leave sooner rather than later, as the food on their table dwindled. And, like she'd planned it, the woman in front of them appeared at just that moment of lull when they hadn't quite stood to leave but were no longer eating. Well, Luffy still had meat in his hand, but he was no longer sucking back bowls full of food like some kind of typhoon.
He pauses stuffing his face as the woman, who appears to be shaking, speaks to them.
"If I don't at least ask, I'll regret it for the rest of my life!" She blurts out. "Please consider my request."
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Hope you enjoyed my self indulgent toads. This is a start to a very big adventure! AND I'M SO EXCITED!!
It took me years and years of watching anime to finally give One Piece a real chance, and wow I love it so much! I don't know why I waited so long to watch it, it's amazing. I've been working on writing this for a while now, so I hope you like it. If you did, let me know (if you want to).
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They each mull in the silence for a minute. There's not much they can do about the uncomfortable gurgling besides let it pass. Suddenly Luffy sits up, a hand over his eyes to block out the blinding sun. Looking up too, Zoro squints and sees a black blot up in the sky.
"That's a big bird." He comments.
At the sound of him half-interested even (y/n) looks up to see what's up there. They haven't seen much of anything but ocean and clouds these last few days after all. Though he saw her write each day in a big blue book she called their Log, he had no idea what she could have been writing in there, since nothing had happened to them.
Luffy's mutter is a surprisingly disconcerting sound and Zoro's eyebrows peak upwards, "Alright, but how do we catch it?"
"What would we cook it on?" Owleye's added, though she sounded more on board than Zoro felt.
Luffy just laughed, "No problem, I'll get it! Watch this!!"
Though he was nearly just collapsing he was so hungry, suddenly Luffy jumps up with the energy of a hyper child. His hands fly behind him before he uses his rubber body to sling his arms up towards the mast. He takes a few steps back, seeming to gauge his position and then throws himself forward.
It's actually pretty impressive, Zoro can't help but admit. Luffy flies through the air with the force of a cannon ball and with decent accuracy. As they both watch Luffy approach what could be the main course in the first meal they've had in days, Owleyes watches in awe. But as suddenly as he bolts off, his momentum stops.
At first, it isn't quite clear what happened, did he catch the bird or...?
Luffy was still up there, dangling right from the bird's beak like a caught fish. And the bird looks pretty satisfied too. It begins flying off fast, veering to the right hard when Luffy begins yelling for help.
Her card game abandoned, she stands, rushing to the edge of the boat as she watches Luffy get taken away by a giant bird in the sky. With a gasp she properly turns into a single sheet of vaguely (y/n)-shaped paper, which folds immediately forward, almost keening right over the side of the boat before Zoro grabs her. Laying her paper out in the hull so she's not lost to the ocean, he grabs the boat oars fast as he can.
"God damn, idiot!" He curses to himself. "What is he doing?!"
With his so-called captain having taken flight, and Owleyes passed out, Zoro can’t hesitate a moment. He flies between the oars, left to frantically row before Luffy's gotten too far away to track with no help to keep him on course. The faint yell of their captain, proud alpha, begging for help, actually helps Zoro find him in the sky again. Though the blot of his shadow is quickly growing more distant.
As he rows, he hears the noise of frantic splashing nearby, and he groans out loud in frustration. When trouble hits them, it seems, it's always all at once. Though they haven't seen even the shadow of a boat in days, suddenly there are giant birds in the sky and figures in the water crying and begging for help.
Go figure.
They must be stranded— because of course they are. He could ignore them, but telling a bunch of men drowning in the ocean to fuck off seemed like bad karma.
Zoro grits his teeth. He doesn't take his eyes off the vague black shape in the sky that's the shadow of Luffy soaring further away. If he slows down, he'll lose Luffy, not to mention letting all that water in might hurt the omega still laid out down there, though it might also turn her back... it was too difficult to decide in the moment, he quickly concluded.
Thankfully one part of his dilemma is solved when his biggest question plumps back up again with a gasp. She sits up and grabs her head, shaking off a dizzy spell, "A gigantic seagull carried him away." She says, disbelief in every word, then shakes her head, "No, that has to be a dream. I must be delirious."
"It's real." And that's all Zoro says to get her up to speed, then shouts as loud as he can. "You guys! I don't have time to stop, get yourselves on or get lost!"
He knows they hear because of the disgruntled yells of garbled words he can't understand are shouted back. But he doesn't lie, he's not slowing down. As he approaches, their upset turns into a plead, then into a desperate organizational attempt to get on. Meanwhile, Owleyes stands and looks out at the horizon.
"I see him, Mr. Roronoa, they must be heading towards land."
"Just tell me which way to go." He grunted back.
"Left 30 degrees!" She ordered and he moved.
The entire boat lifted to tilt as he turned and the men trying to get on yelled louder. As they straighten out, the bodies of three rough looking pirates slam inside the dingy, sloshing up with a wave. They splutter, laying practically on top of one another as they clear their throats of sea water and complain. Not a word of thanks between them for their so-happen-to-be-saviors as they come back to life on the opposite side of the dingy.
Zoro laughs through his rows, "You know, your climbing skills aren't bad! How'd you all fall off your boat?"
But the men don't find this situation funny, nor do they answer his question, which makes Zoro frown. These are the kind of guys that find the rocking of a boat more familiar under their feet than dry land and one has already drawn a knife. Looking half dead, it seems like whatever was left of their good sense drowned in the ocean today, because Zoro was not in the mood to be threatened.
"Out of the way, Owleyes." Zoro says once, and it's the only warning the men on the other side of the dingy get too.
Though he's not surprised they don't realize that.
She scrambles away from the center of their ship and he draws just one sword. Quick as he can, the men are subdued with several knocks to the head made with the dull edge of his blade. And though they’re a little worse for wear than they could have been, he makes them take the oars and row, pointing off in the direction the omega told him to row and demanding they do it instead, knowing full well they'd fallen far behind Luffy and the bird by now.
(Though (y/n) might have had to correct the direction twice before she was satisfied, they were going the right way. Zoro was sure they were headed to the island the first time, but he was just too soft to ignore her! At least it seemed like land was getting closer…)
"You three buffoons made me lose track of my friend, so put your back into rowing." Zoro demands in a steely voice. "If we don't find him, you're all in for it. Understand."
"Yes, Mr. Pirate Hunter!" The three agree quickly, his name and their beating having put them on good behavior now. The one in the middle adding, "We'll do our best for ya, won't we boys?"
The two on the outside agree enthusiastically, and begin rowing as vigorously as they seem able too.
While they row, Zoro questions them, learning they belong to a local pirate fleet ruled by a man named Buggy. And that they were out trying to find small ships to pillage for the fleet supplies and that their captain was actually docked at the island they were heading towards. Zoro took the note as more trouble would probably be waiting for them when they got to shore.
They'd have to find Luffy fast.
For the moment though all they can do is wait, so Zoro leans back and stares down his nose at the burly washed-up fools who are now rowing for them. He'd take a nap if he was alone, but he wasn't alone and with every brush of Loo's knee against his thigh he couldn't forget that. Though honestly the pirates seemed completely unaware that she was there, even though she sat right next to him.
When she'd explained this phenomenon to them a week or so ago, it was difficult to believe. But (y/n) was an invisible person. Someone that was looked over, missed, disregarded, or outright imperceivable to most folks. It was a strange thing to consider, but it wasn't that he didn't believe her. As weird as it was, it didn't sound like she was lying about it either. But he just couldn't understand how when he couldn't keep his eyes off her—and he was trying!
Now that he’d dealt with the ruffians, he realized that she was actually very close to him, sitting on her knees and leaned his way. Her nearness and the way she'd covered herself up with her cape were the only outwards signs of anxiety on her he could notice, because she had a very severe set to her jaw.
It was probably good that he couldn’t really scent her right now over the smell of the ocean, or he would have been distracted. She wasn't trying to touch him, so he was forcing himself to not fixate on that brushing pressure of her leg bumping his as the waves rocked the boat and with it their bodies. In those round eyes was a fierceness as she stared down the pirates who were oblivious to her with an analytical but suspicious glare.
"They do appear to be going in the right direction." She eventually said, "Mr. Roronoa, perhaps we should ask them why they were stranded."
"Why?" Because Zoro certainly didn’t care.
The middle pirate who wasn't rowing sent a nervous look Zoro's way when he spoke seemingly to himself on the other side of the boat. But Zoro just smirked at him and a shiver went down the scarred-up man's back. It was a little satisfying when the weary pirate dropped his gaze.
"If they're in more trouble than they're worth, we should throw them off board once we near the island." She said as if it were simple logic, "If they want to live, they'll find a way to swim the rest of the way to shore."
His eyebrows rose. That was... surprisingly cold hearted. And very pragmatic. Very pirate.
(Kinda hot. But he told that voice to be quiet. This wasn't the time.)
His smirk didn't move, but he turned to face the men again and raised his voice. "Hey, you three! Why were you stranded out there anyway?"
A furious look overcame the one in the middle, and the two on the sides automatically rowed faster. As all three of them blurted out a hundred curses, Zoro shared a look with the omega sitting beside him. When she met it, he felt a little flush and looked away quicker than he aught to, which only made him feel more red.
"It was that damn woman!" The left one grunted.
"A dirty filthy trick, she's a red-haired devil!" The right one cursed.
"That's right, she used her f-feminine wiles on us!" The third one began to explain. "Acting innocent to get us to help her!"
And eventually their shouts about the unfairness of their situation actually evolved into a story. They'd come across a girl begging for help on a small life boat and they'd decided to "help" her when they spied a nice-looking box of treasure in her hull.
They thought she was an omega at first, but found out quickly she was beta, who claimed to be a lost passenger from a cruise ship that managed to survive on her own. Though they found omega’s more valuable, this beta was cute and came without the “troubles” of keeping an omega around which could make her extra valuable—or so they said, which left Zoro with a sense of disgust towards these foul nasty smelling alphas he’d just allowed to live.
From there it sounded like they intended to rob her blind then leave her to float aimlessly at sea at best, or at worse take her back to their captain as a "treat" before taking her only the sea could say where. But before they could decide, she'd tricked them into getting into her boat and she'd sailed off with theirs before they could realize it.
As a farewell, she'd warned them of a storm approaching that would destroy the ship, though they'd scoffed at her. And like the skies parted at her words, not a day later the storm rolled in with a crack of lightning, and the waves destroyed the ship, leaving them stranded.
The more they spoke, the more Zoro thought he should have hit them harder. Or maybe let them drown. Slavers were his least favorite kind of criminal.
Retelling their story pisses off the pirates again so they begin to row faster, and an island has come into view over the horizon. They bicker amongst themselves as he and Owleyes watch on. The only interesting bit to their arguing deals with their captain, the name 'Boss Buggy' coming up several more times, and the dire consequences of returning back to the main ship with no boat, and no treasure.
Coming back empty handed from a raid was equivalent to betrayal on their ship, and they were less than empty handed. Apparently, Captain Buggy was a man to be in fear of, as he'd eaten one of the forbidden fruits cursed by the sea—a devil fruit. This Zoro made sure to note, though he didn't ask what kind of fruit. Not when he felt Owleyes lean closer and his eyes ticked over to see her face slowly approaching his and a whiff of her caught him off guard.
God he was dizzy. He tried to brush it off as hunger.
Then she leaned a little closer still, her eyes on the men though, which he wasn't sure if he felt disappointed about or relieved over, and remarks lowly, "It almost sounds like she can predict the weather, doesn't it?"
"Wonder if she'd join us?" He muses back. “That’d be a convenient skill in a navigator.”
"We'd have to find her first, Mr. Roronoa. We should focus on getting the Captain back." Then she looks at him with a little knowing smile. (And though he tries not to show it, his heart beat skips.) "If he's found land, I'm sure he's found trouble. That's how he met you, after all."
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Day XX
It's been two weeks on the open sea.
The rig rocks intensely at every churn of the ocean, but somehow manages to stay afloat. While the sun beats down on us for unbroken days, we float aimlessly forward. Occasionally, this humble log write wonders if instead of a free meal, the captain should have asked the townsfolk for supplies or a map along with a functioning compass...
Thankfully the weather remains clear. For now, the search for land continues.
(y/n) spend a lot of her time writing. Though what she could be documenting out here, the boys had no idea. Hours of nothing stretched on to days.
Luffy, who was never quiet unless he was sleeping, couldn't sleep if he was hungry. And starting just days after they'd found their fruit harvest, Luffy made it very clear that he was almost always hungry.
In practice, this meant the food they gathered quickly dwindled down quickly, even though he swore he was "holding back" and “starving himself”. It was no surprise when in the middle of the night, the rest of their stores disappeared. No one would take credit for eating the last of it, though there wasn't really a question of who had eaten it.
They all knew who'd done it.
It was the guilty look on Luffy's face as Owleyes (he refused to refer to her by first name, it was too intimate on his tongue, he almost gagged) picked up the remainder of an orange peel that gave it away. Though the moment Zoro'd woken up from a rather pleasant dream and noted the missing food, he'd known. Luffy's half muttered apology was met with Owleyes’s suppressed sigh, and too easily offered forgiveness. She’s the only thing close to food to scent on the air, though her aura was also growing thinner and with it Zoro’s patience.
So, it was fine to let Luffy go on and on about whatever it was he was thinking about until he inevitably got distracted and changed the topic. Zoro was hardly listening anyway. But it was a different irritation altogether when he began complaining about being hungry. Four days passed now without food and he wasn't the only one who was hungry. Though at this point, their food stores would have been close to finished anyway.
Now twice within a month, Zoro was starving.
"Aghhhgh!" Luffy blurts out and whines, "I'm sooooooo hungry..."
The omega was the only one who bothered to respond. It just took up too much energy to yell at Luffy anymore than he had, so Zoro didn't bother. She just hmmm'd a light noise of agreement and continued her game of solitaire with a deck of cards she'd made after she'd dried out. A process that took days, he’d learned.
She was actually being a pretty good sport about all this, Zoro thought. Another omega would have had at least a million reasons to complain. And in a situation as low as this one, she'd have every right to.
He's been complaining more than she has. Not so much because he's hungry—though he is—but more because he finds this entire situation unbelievable. Also, because complaining to Luffy about Luffy is one of the only things to do out here to entertain himself.
“How do you expect to get anywhere—let alone the Grand Line—if you can’t even navigate?” He prods Luffy, all stretched out on the deck.
"Why does it matter if I can't navigate?" Luffy continues to insist, "I've always been just wandering around and I always get where I need to go."
"And that's what's wild."
Luffy just shrugged and pointed his hand like a karate chop towards Zoro, "You do the same thing I do. All you do is walk around and fight random pirates for reward, right? How is that different?"
Owleyes giggled a little at that and Zoro tried not to look as flustered as he felt.
"Look here, I'm not a bounty hunter because I want to be. I went to sea looking to look for a specific man, but it's taking longer to find him than I thought it would. I had to start bounty hunting just to get by. It's not like I consider myself a professional or anything..." Zoro explained and leaned back against the rickety ship's side and shrugged, "And I've tried to go home but I just haven't found my way back yet. "
Luffy listened and nodded wisely, "Oh, so you're completely lost."
"You're the one that's lost!" He accused back, sounding defensive despite himself, "And you didn't answer my question. How do you plan to get to the Grand Line, let alone find the One Piece, if you can't even navigate?"
Luffy thought hard, surprisingly taking the question seriously. And after a moment he bumped his fist into his open palm and smiled wide. "I got it, we need a navigator!"
Zoro almost face palmed.
But a mild voice cut into the conversation, adding, "And a cook."
"Yeah, that's a great idea, (y/n)!" Luffy jumps in, "And we definitely need a musician too!"
“And a helms man.”
“That sounds cool, what that?”
“The person who drives the boat.”
“Oh hoho, we’ll have an awesome helms man.”
"How can you two think about that right now?" Zoro demands.
But it takes a lot of energy to be angry, enthusiastic, or even helpful. And at that moment all three of their stomachs growl loudly in unison. Zoro and Luffy flop back on the barely-deck of the boat which makes it shake, Owleyes just sighs. Though they all get there in different ways, they all share the same sentiment.
They were so hungry.
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This wasn't the first thing she'd said, but it was the first thing Zoro’s really heard.
He takes a deep, long drink of the cold beer he's been nursing as their victory feast comes to its end. What Zoro is trying to do, is study her with a bored look from the periphery of his vision. Notably, without looking directly at her. He'd noticed this woman well before she'd gotten the nerve worked up to come closer and it bothers him that he's noticed her at all.
It's her stare. That's what he tells himself at least.
She's got a look about her that he's never seen before, with eyes that go wide like saucers and seem to see past the obvious. They've got a color that's instantly remarkable, and the way she watched them reminded him of an owl, a mixture of slow head movements and crisp turns.
He looked down at his drink and took another draw of beer to try and clear his head, but it didn't help. He'd call his awareness of her staring a warning if he'd sensed any ill intent, but he didn't. No matter how many times he found her again in the crowd, the only thing he felt was in his own stomach. And the only word he could pick to describe that feeling, was a burning sense of curiosity.
How could he not notice someone like that? How could the whole tavern seem to ignore her? How did the men and women in her way not part when she came near, just to watch her go!
He didn't know! But he knew he wanted to, and that didn’t make any sense.
Then again, today might have been the single, strangest day of his life. When he'd decided to become a pirate just hours ago and follow Luffy, he'd thrown all logic away. Sense didn't matter anymore, and that was something that he was still coming to terms with.
Because frankly, this woman appearing wasn’t the first weird thing to happen in this bar. It was strange to him that they were being treated like this by the townsfolk—like he and Luffy really were some kind of heroes.
What they'd done was beat the bloody hell out of a fistful of marines and a headstrong young man claiming to be a commander, when really he was just a spoiled daddy’s boy. But the air in the bar reeked of relief, akin to a feeling of liberation. They were so happy, even though whoever was sent to replace the commander could be even worse. The people didn’t care—at least for now. They were free for the moment, and that seemed to be all that mattered.
Zoro'd never been on the receiving end of gratitude like this.
Being a bounty hunter was a sword with two sharp edges. People were wary of a person with his kind of reputation and capacity for violence. Some people just feared alphas as a whole for what they could do to other people. How they could bend minds to their will, hurt them. It wasn’t an unreasonable fear, but in the quiet country islands of the East Blue, he often felt unwelcomed.
Even when his skills helped them, they could never hold back their leeriness. As long as they still accepted his beris and served him his drink of choice, he didn't even care. He never stayed long anywhere, anyway. In fact, being celebrated might have made him run out of town faster than being sneered at!
What would have bothered him weeks ago, he now accepts without question. After nine days on the punishment block and left there to die, it felt too good just to eat until he was full and drink until he was drunk. Even better since he didn't have to pay for it.
The only thing that bothers him is this woman.
No longer distant, but right in front of him, he notices the sharpness in those red eyes as they focus so intently on Luffy. But now he can see just how soft the rest of her looks. And maybe it's because he's drunk and high on victory, but wants to touch her. To see if she feels as soft as she appears and sounds. He can hear her voice when he thinks about it a little harder, remembering what she was saying before his mind could focus on the words.
That mild pitch trying to push past all uneasiness. She seemed to only just pull together the courage to actually approach them.
I heard you both are pirates, if it's not troublesome may I join your crew?
He can see how just asking that has made her tremor.
Though the light brown cape she wears, which vaguely reminds him of wings folded over her shoulders now that he's compared her to an owl, does not hide her clenched fists completely or how they shake slightly. Trying to convince himself he does so as if to consider what it would be like for her to become a crewmate on a ship, he looks her body up and down.
The cape she wears ends about mid-thigh, and the white dress under it is a little shorter. And though the cape also covers most of her chest he can estimate the curve of her bust—not that it really matters of course. Even if he likes what he sees, even if the half-covering of her clothes feels like a tease made from the ether just to entice him.
He drops his gaze to look at Luffy, finishing his assessment without actually looking at her since he can't seem to keep his mind from wandering.
Overall, she looks like she doesn't do much hard labor or spend extended hours outdoors. She probably wouldn't do very well at sea, he thinks. But god damn, a traitorous voice in his head can't help but add, that's the prettiest woman I've ever seen. It doesn't matter anyway, from the unmoved and unimpressed look on Luffy's face, it looks like he's going to tell her to go away soon.
"I'm a book keep." She tries to sell to Luffy, having not looked at anyone else at the table, "I'm very good with money and keeping stocks. And I can... I can even keep your Ship Log for you. You like to fight and do as you please, yes? I'm sure you don't have any time or mind for writing down everything you've done!"
She says, as convincingly as she can, "Logs are a sailors bible, you'll regret not making one soon."
Luffy looks no more convinced though. Zoro awaits the moment he'll tell her off as he blinks once at her, as if still unsure of why she's appeared. Once she's gone, maybe this strange stirring in his chest will disappear and he can go back to enjoying drinking. But she's more stubborn than she looks. At his disinterest she only grows bolder.
"Please," her voice wavers just a bit on the word, and that ache in Zoro's chest grows tighter.
To urge her to leave, Zoro says in a relaxed but dismissive way, "We're pirates lady, not merchants. If you're just looking to get out of here, find a better job."
But his words trail off a little as her attention turns to him. The slight watery look in her eyes may do nothing to Luffy, but he hates it. In fact, Luffy just frowns more, seeming to only become more unimpressed.
At his words she shakes her head.
"No—that's not it. I don't need a job—I have money. It's all yours now, if you'll have me. But I must sail with you, even if it means becoming a pirate. I don't care."
"Now listen here," Luffy put his arms up and back to shrug loosely, "that isn't something you should say lightly, lady. I don't care if you’re an omega, but pirates risk their lives on the sea."
Zoro shot a look to Luffy. Omega? He hadn’t even thought about that!
"I know." She insists, and he wishes she wouldn't. "And I know what it must look like, but I'm not useless even though I can't fight, I promise my life on it. Please, just let me show you."
She starts by holding out her arm, and Luffy leans forward to look at her offered wrists. Zoro makes himself freeze in his leaned back position, feeling like he's just been offered a well-cooked steak, dangled out on a line in front of him.
She wasn't doing it to show off her scent glands. A moment later, they both watch as her skin begins to peel apart, and like a cover lifted off a book that catches a strong wind, pieces of what should be her flesh turn like pages. More pages appear until her entire arm is like a windmill of paper. And a moment later her skin reforms itself.
Zoro has gone his whole life without ever meeting a single person who'd even met someone who'd eaten a devil fruit, and now he'd encountered two of them in one day. But it wasn't the reveal that shocked him into slack jawed-ness. The turning of pages stirred the air and finally her scent circulated across the table. And when it hit him, he couldn't stop himself from sharply inhaling.
She smelled good. Too good.
So good he dropped his gaze to his glass to hide the predatory flash he felt overcome him. She scented like cake, but just the frosting. Powdered sugar whisked into butter until it was a rich sweet paste. He'd only had once before in his life, during a birthday he could hardly remember, but he'd never forgotten the flavor. But the sweetness was followed by something vaguely ceremonial that reminded him of churches, particularly the incense he later learned was called frankincense.
It was ceremonial and precious, begging him to hold her close. To the instinct inside him in the hind of his mind, his alpha, her role to him was clear, she was meant to be cherished and kept safe. And he was compelled to be the one who did it. An omega. His omega...But he physically shook his head to get rid of that thought.
He sounded crazy, even to himself. No mate, no pack, no family—this was just inanity a part of his oath to be the best. If he was to be the strongest, he couldn’t have weakness like that dragging him down.
Unfortunately, Luffy's disinterest turns quickly as he slyly smiles.
"Oh-ho." A sparkle entered his eyes, "That's kind of cool, lady."
"I'll never run out of paper, and I'm sure I'll find other ways to be of use." She insists. "I'll record everything you do! It'll be the story of the greatest adventure ever, starting right here."
Looking outright flattered now, Luffy sits back and scruffs the back of his head before casually saying, "Well, I am going to be Pirate King." Then his thumb juts out to point in Zoro's direction, "And he's going to be the greatest swordsman ever."
At Luffy's loud declaration the other patrons of the bar, still drunkenly celebrating at mid-day, laugh outright. The rush of whispers is expected, it didn't matter who or in what context the concept of the Pirate King came into conversation, it always created a buzz.
But a few pttz are followed by that stringy black-haired kid as pirate king? filter into tipsy conversations that are held louder than the person making such statement notices.
It's so easy to make fun of that kind of boldness, especially when it was dedicated towards a goal that was deemed utterly absurd. Cheeks as pink as his hair, even round face Koby looks shocked, though he doesn't jeer like the rest of them. But Zoro didn't laugh. Zoro didn't even flinch.
It took a moment to get used to how ruthlessly confident and simultaneously easy-going Luffy was. He had no doubts in his conviction, and that same faith extended to Zoro seemingly automatically. He didn't care about what other people thought of him either—it was like he'd been raised in the wild and now he carried the rules of the wild with him. And more than anything, Zoro wanted to prove to Luffy that he deserved that faith.
His glass is now empty, and he looks from the drips of beer gathering in the corner to regard the woman with an assurance that she'll run off now. And though she's obviously shaking she doesn't look scared. On the other hand, she doesn't smile cockily either. Nor does she exclaim her undying belief in them like a newly turned sycophant. Instead, she only looks more determined.
"Then let me watch." She says very seriously, "It's my dream."
Luffy looks a little startled, his eyes going just a bit wider. But before he can give her answer, the party is interrupted by the sounds of boots stepping in unison.
They come to a stop with a Halt! yelled from a commanding voice outside, and that's the cue the Marines have arrived. Zoro turns over in the booth and looks towards the swinging doors of the tavern as a man in a blue and white sailing uniform enters the building, which is now also surrounded by a platoon of men.
Of course.
Though they might have saved this branch from their ass of a half-wit commander and his son, a pirate is a pirate. And since Luffy may be a bit too honest sometimes, they're well aware that he and Luffy are what they are, and pirates are not allowed to dock at a marine port.
This is exactly what the man says to Luffy. But the man also adds, since Luffy has no bounty as of yet, as long as they comply peacefully, they won't be chased out of town or arrested. That's the only mercy they can grant, giving in thanks for getting rid of Axe Hand Morgan and his faulty justice.
It's troublesome, both he and Luffy probably wouldn't mind eating some more, and neither of them are shy about starting trouble. Zoro turns back towards Luffy, who just shrugs, letting it go. Though it's more to save the marines from the embarrassment of getting beaten again then from any sense of intimidation.
The crowd at the bar boos at the marines when they comply and get up, which makes Zoro snicker. The momentary turn of the people against them made the troops outside visually faulter before their commander steps up to bring the bar-goers back into order. As he and Luffy reach the door, leaving behind Koby and a table full of empty plates and glasses, Luffy turns around and raises an eyebrow at the girl still standing there.
She’s watching them leave, looking horribly rejected with her hands nervously knitting together.
"You coming or what?" Luffy shoots her way.
"Ah-!" She looks up, face going slack with surprise. And then she sees that he really is talking to her and a cute (damn, he really thought that) little smile lifts her cheeks. And then her eyes glitter slightly, that could have been a tearful look turning bright and it makes Zoro's heart stutter in his chest.
(No, it doesn't! He tries and fails to convince himself).
"A-aye aye, Captain!" She peeps out and sends him a salute.
He looks away quickly and tries to compose himself. He just can't believe that Luffy is actually allowing her to come along, but at the same time he can absolutely believe it. Only Luffy would be crazy enough to say yes. He sees only her feet, clad in a pair of yellow canvas shoes, enter his line of sight as he keeps his focus on the ground, and they get moving again with Luffy taking up the rear.
Now they go, their crew of three, and ready themselves to head northward towards the Grand Line. Or—for Zoro realized he wasn't exactly sure which direction North was—whichever direction the Grand Line started at.
Satisfied with their compliance, the Marines let them pass. But then they look past Luffy, towards the table their new crew member had been lingering at. And they see Koby still sitting there, looking antsy.
"Aren't you with their group?" He prods. "Get moving, beta."
Koby freezes, nervous sweat springs up on his forehead, 'I'm-I'm-I'm-" He looks towards Luffy for a moment, then at the Marine. "I'm not with them!"
Looking him once over with a stiff head movement, the marine frowns. And seeing Koby dressed up in what is generally acceptable wear for a pirate, and having obviously just been conversing with pirates, does not believe him. Zoro has no idea what Luffy will say when the Marine stops them from walking away and asks for Koby to be vouched for.
But when Luffy deadpan explains how Koby was until just a few days ago serving under a pirate as a deck hand, Zoro almost burst out laughing. The furious look on Koby's face as he told Luffy to be quiet was particularly funny. It was even funny when he punched Luffy in his blabbering mouth, a SHUT UP! a dull echo after the thud of a fist colliding with Luffy's rubbery skin.
Today was a day of surprises.
First, that little girl he'd saved from that wolf, who'd been visiting him every day to watch him starve, tried to feed him. He honestly hadn't even expected her to remember him, let alone try and help him in whatever way a little girl in this world could. Then, a strange no-name fledgling pirate stepped in and saved him, and even Zoro was surprised to now be a part of his crew.
And surprised a fourth time over by the backbone lumpy Koby showed by fighting Luffy for his honor, desperate to hide his history from the organization he wanted to join.
Luffy does not hold back against the soft-faced kid, and it only takes a few strikes for Koby to waver on his feet and fall to the floor. Looking like he's not going to stop, Zoro steps in, dragging Luffy back by the collar and pulling him out of the tavern with a gruff, that's enough, eh? And Luffy nods along.
The fight seems to convince the Marines that they and Koby aren't officially associated in any way and they send in a nurse to help him, with a warning to not get into any more fights. Luffy just waves back at them and sticks his tongue out, before stretching and walking down the road with his hands up behind his head and at a lazy pace. Zoro can't help but feel smug too, as he walks out a free man from the place that would have had him executed for no good-god-damn reason.
It's too good not to goad some nervous looking marines with a laugh as they leave.
If she's put off by them behaving this way, owl girl doesn't show it. Maybe she even laughed as the Marines skirted away from them as they headed towards the dock, but he was trying very hard not to look at her too much. When they get to the boat, Koby comes to the water to wave goodbye, seeming to have figured out Luffy's ruse to push the Marines to his side, and not long after the Marines strangely gather to salute them too which Zoro can't help but feel weird about, even if they did help them.
He frowns and looks around at the skipper boat that Luffy had the audacity to call a "ship". It's basically just a paddle rig, the small sail and mast in the center of the boat does not look like it will carry them far for long. But he's agreed to serve under "Captain" Luffy, and so he stepped into the vessel after the owl woman and set off into the horizon.
It's when their all set out on the skipper, sitting around the mast and letting the wind take them where it pleased, do they learn her name.
(y/n). Just (y/n). She introduced herself as, politely bowing to both of the them, happy to be of service.
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