It's been nearly a day since Nami and Nick escaped the Marines in Shells Town, and he remembers it like it was yesterday. After leaving the tunnels, they hijacked their dinghy, and Nick was made to row them around the island. If it wasn't what amounted to slave labor, it could have been romantic.

But it wasn't, and it didn't lessen his debt one itty bitty iota. Oh well, at least he wasn't trapped in a cell with an imaginary friend named Carl. Left that asshole where he found him. In a cell.

More importantly, they made it to where her slightly larger dinghy was moored and said their final goodbyes to this good for nothing town. Nami made him take a bath first though. No bathtubs, just a big ass ocean and a bar of soap. Where she got the soap from he doesn't know, but he now smelled like lavender so he didn't really care.

Nick did kinda want to see Luffy and Zoro, but oh well. He'll run into them in the next arc. It felt weird saying that, like fourth wall breaking weird, but it was the truth, and he once cosplayed as Deadpool so it should be fine.

So they set sail into the great unknown. Nami, a beautiful navigator with slightly klepto tendencies, and Nick, a dude cast off into another world and shamed beyond his greatest imagining. The story may have had a strange and slightly sad beginning, but their legend would shake the world from its very foundations.

If only it wasn't so damn awkward. They've been sailing for a while now, which was good as it kept him from the panic attack that was sure to spring up the moment his hands weren't idle, but the two of them were practically strangers. The silence was getting louder and louder, and no matter how awkward things were right now, they would be ten times worse if he put his foot in his mouth.

Which was seemingly more and more likely. Nami didn't need his help to sail the small boat they were on, so Nick didn't have much to do. She did bark some orders from time to time, but other than that, nothing. Maybe he should start up a conversation? Get the ball rolling as it were.

Foot, prepare to meet mouth.

"So, uh, where are we going exactly? You never did tell me," he questioned. So far so good. A normal question given in the normal decibel range. Brain don't fail me now!

Nami turned from whatever she was doing to properly get them through the ocean, "I guess I should tell you. We're going to Orange Town. I heard that's where the Buggy Pirates are. It was just a rumor, but that's all I got right now."

Nick nodded, "Sure, sure, makes sense. But uh, why are we looking for pirates exactly? He owe you money or something?" Of course he knew why they were looking for Buggy, but Nami didn't know that he knew that, so he had to ask so he would have a reason to know what he knew.

Make sense?

"He owes me a map. That stupid clown got to it before I did, but I'll have the last laugh. Nobody steals from Nami."

Nick wasn't sure that was how that worked but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her that. He remembered how violent she could get from the show, and how beat the shit Luffy would get after incurring her wrath. The dude made of rubber, beaten bloody. No thank you.

"I see."

With that she continued to watch our course, and Nick continued to watch her in a totally normal, non-creepy way. Alright so it was a little creepy, but come on! If you saw Nami in all her glorious flesh, you would stare too.

Picture it now, Nami standing on a slightly swaying ship, her hair gently blowing in the breeze, and her breasts mimicking the motions of the ship. Swaying this way and that way, jiggling in a never-ending cascade of motion. You would stare too, don't even try to deny it.

But all good things must come to an end. In this case, Nami decided to take a nap. Why she thought trusting Nick with their lives was anyone's guess. The lack of sleep must have robbed her of good judgment.

After confirming that he could, in fact, read a compass, she laid her fine ass down and closed her eyes. Northwest, that was their direction. All he had to do was follow basic directions and they would be fine.

Fifty-fifty percent chance then.

Could be worse he supposed. Now he just needed to not fuck up and he would earn sweet, sweet brownie points with the big tittied goddess. It was all coming together.

Unfortunately, he was now free and clear to have his existential crisis. There were no more boobalahs to keep him distracted/entertained. Actually, that wasn't entirely true, as they did seem to rise and fall hypnotically with her every breath. Seriously, the jiggle physics of this world were top notch.

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So he was in One Piece, isekai'd in a drunken stupor with nary a truck-kun to be found. No gamer powers that he could tell, and you can be assured he tried. Made him look constipated.

But it could be worse, there were plenty of brutal worlds he could have been sent to where the chance of survival was best friends with the number zero. The problem wasn't the world per se. The problem was that he didn't remember enough about it.

Nick was the kind of guy who preferred watching Dub whenever he could. He didn't want to read and watch at the same time. The last time he watched One Piece, it ended after Luffy beat up some god.

He had seen some clips from later in the anime, so he had an idea of some of the events, but the picture wasn't clear. He knew what the puzzle was, he just couldn't put it together. That was his biggest source of stress right now. If he knew what was going to happen, he could plan. But since he didn't, he couldn't.

Oh well, nothing to do but grit his teeth and soldier on. Orange Town and Buggy the Bitch Clown was next, he remembered that much. That's where they would meet Luffy and Zoro for the first time.

Probably. Who knew what kind of fuckery his inclusion did to the story.

Buggy only had two members worth a damn in his crew, the acrobat and the furry. Personally, Nick didn't want to fight either of them, especially the furry. Gods be willing this wasn't some kind of au. His knowledge was spotty at best, no need to poke more holes in it.

Hang on, didn't his presence alone make it into some kind of au. Sure it might not effect anything yet, but the more he was involved with events the more derailed the story would become.

Did he just trigger a red flag? It felt like he just triggered a red flag. Oh well, that's just a bridge he'll have to cross when he gets to it. Or burn it down, he was fine either way.

For now he would concentrate on the present. He was about to have a rendezvous at the circus after all, it would behoove him to be prepared. Wouldn't want Nami to think him a lousy date after all.

The question is, would he be strong enough? Back at Shells Town when he fought those grunts in the prison, he sent one flying. Literally. Something that wouldn't be possible in his old world. Is this one making him stronger? Making his power equivalent to what it would be if he were a native?

No real way to find out. Speculation wouldn't do him much good besides increasing his anxiety. Best to just punch things and hope for the best.

What about Devil Fruits? Would he be able to eat one and not explode? Because he really didn't want to explode unless it was inside Nami. Or all over her. Damnit, now he was worried and horny. Well, if he gets the chance to, he'll do all of the above. Safety in numbers after all.

Wasn't there some other kind of power as well? He vaguely recalled some clips of the later anime where Luffy turned his arms black and smacked a bitch. Fuck, what was it called? Hamu? Hame? Hatchi? Haki! That's it, it was called Haki.

Some kind of magic power that fucked Devil Fruit users. It was based on willpower or something, Nick couldn't remember, he just knew he would need it. Fights in anime only ever escalate in power creep, and One Piece was no different, now he just needed to figure out how to use it.

Learning that power might be more beneficial in the long run than eating a Devil Fruit anyway. In a world that was 90% water, in a show that was all about sailing all over that world, not being able to swim seems like a death sentence.

Maybe he just needed to meditate, but he doubted his spoiled, attention deficient brain could handle it. Not any time soon anyway. He was too used to the instant gratification of a modern society. Patience was not a virtue he could claim.

But without t.v, the internet, or video games, he didn't have much else to do. Staring at Nami's breasticles may have been a good way to pass the time, but it wouldn't keep him alive in the long run. And One Piece was a marathon.

Though, it may actually be a good way to meditate. Pretty sure he lost a good thirty minutes earlier from his "not at all creepy" staring. He was focused on nothing else but boobs. All other thoughts fled from his mind. That sure sounded like meditation to him. Just as long as Nami never found out.

And speaking of Nami, Nick turned to the peacefully sleeping she-demon. She looked content. How she could sleep so soundly next to a person she barely knew was a mystery. Not that Nick would ever do anything. He was a creep, not a predator.

Speaking of being a creep, Nick became distracted by the movement of her chest. Up jiggle, down jiggle, up jiggle, down jiggle. He became more and more entranced with every breath she took. And so his thoughts drifted off into space, becoming nothing more than ether.

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"How did you take us so far off course!?" Nami yelled. She had just awoken from a fairly good nap, it was hard to get quality beauty sleep on a tiny boat after all, only to find her companion looking at the compass she gave him in confusion and horror.

They had drifted too far to the west and would need to course correct. It wasn't a massive problem, but it would add more than a few hours to their travel time. Nami didn't want to be stuck on this cramped vessel any longer than she needed to be. That's what she gets for trusting someone.

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"One direction, you had to go in one direction. So how!?" she continued to berate. Nick mumbled something under his breath that Nami didn't quite catch.

"What was that? Speak up!"

Nick sighed. God she had a pair of lungs on her. Great for in the bedroom, but terrible when he screwed up. And screw up he did. So distracted by her heavenly tatas he allowed them to drift off course. Nothing that a few hours wouldn't fix, but still.

"I got distracted. I offer my sincere apologies and beg for your forgiveness," he apologized. When a man makes a mistake he must own up to it. That was what his father taught him.

Nami sighed, hand rubbing her temple in frustration, "Whatever, it's fine. A few more hours won't kill me. But I'm increasing your debt by another 10,000 for the extra work you're making me do. You're supposed to make my life easier, not harder."

Nick's eye twitched but he remained silent. She was mad enough and it was his fault. No choice but to suck it up and pay the piper. Literally in this case.

Nami quickly went to work getting them back on course. Putting her body aside, watching her work was something. She clearly knew what she was doing. There wasn't even a smidgen of hesitation as she got them going in the right direction.

With nothing to do, Nick laid back, stretching. Now that Nami was wide eyed and bushy tailed, it was time to relax.

Or maybe not.

Gazing out into the endless blue, Nick noticed a dark speck that clearly didn't belong. Groaning, he reached over and grabbed Nami's telescope to get a better look. And wouldn't you know it, they had company.

"Hey Nami, you might wanna take a look at this," he said, holding out the spyglass. Eyebrow raised, she did as he asked, as he pointed out where to look, "Right over there."

Through the telescope she could clearly see another boat heading in their direction. It was a bit bigger than theirs, with an actual cabin. She could see three dirty looking people milling about. What was most concerning was the flag they were flying, a grinning skull with a big red nose.

They were members of the Buggy Pirates.

"What are they doing out here? They're supposed to be in Orange Town," she panicked. She turned to her completely calm companion, "This is all your fault!"

Nick appeared confused, pointing to himself in disbelief, "Who me?"

"Yes you. If you hadn't gotten us off course we wouldn't be in this mess," she growled. While a fair point, it really didn't seem like a big deal. There were only 3 of them after all, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem to take them out if they get problematic.

"Ok, well, you may have a point there, but I like to see this as an opportunity," Nick said with a smile.

"Opportunity?" Nami asked with suspicion. "What kind of opportunity?"

"Let's call it an upgrade. After all, it would be a shame to leave such a nice boat in such dirty hands," Nick gave a vicious grin. Nami quirked an eyebrow before an equal grin split her face. It was both hot and terrifying at the same time.

They quickly made a plan to liquidate the pirates of their physical assets by distracting them using Nami's physical assets. If they were stupid, and there was a good chance they were, it should be a simple enough operation.

As they approached Nami and Nick put their plan into action. Nick jumped into the ocean with a bag full of their supplies, and used the boat to hide from sight. Nami, meanwhile, put her considerable acting skills to good use, pretending to be a damsel in distress. She draped herself over the side and started breathing heavily.

It was a good thing Nick was already in some cool water to distract his imagination from those hot, breathy moans she was making. He couldn't be fighting pirates with raging hard-on after all. Think of the reputation he would get!

Using anime physics, the pirate vessel slowly came to a stop beside their own ship till they were practically touching. How else could a boat propelled by wind come to a perfect stop exactly where they wanted it to? Or maybe Nick should never be put in charge of the helm.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? You need some help sweetheart?" said pirate NPC #1. And with that pathetic attempt at smooth talking, Nick went for a dive. Swimming under the boats, he made his way to the other side, completely unnoticed.

Nami lifted her head to look at the pirates and had to fight her initial reaction of utter disgust. They were even uglier up close, and now she could smell them. They didn't smell as bad as Nick when she first met him, but they clearly had a personal grudge against hygiene.

"Oh thank goodness. I'm not dreaming am I? Such handsome men coming to my rescue. I almost can't believe it's real," Nami practically purred at them, silently laughing as they puffed their chests out. Men were so easy, just pay them a little compliment, stroke their ego a bit, and they were almost eager to be manipulated.

"Oh it's real babe. So tell me, what can us fine, upstanding gentlemen do for you this evening?" he questioned with a leer, gaze firmly on her heaving chest. Nami could practically feel the lust wafting off him, sickening her to her core.

"Oh, well, if you could spare a bit of water, I would forever be in your debt. Please, I'll give you anything. All my valuables are in that chest, it's everything I own. You can have it if I can just have some water," Nami moaned out.

The three of them gave her a greedy grin, "We'd be happy to help out such a beautiful dame such as yourself, but first, we need to check just what's in that chest of yours. You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all, but please hurry. I don't know how much longer I can last," she begged, bowing her head in "exhaustion". The three of them jumped onto her boat, eyes alight with desire.

"No problem at all, this should only take a minute."

Alarm bells started ringing in her head, but they were too late. One of the men grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet, twisting her arm behind her. She gave a yelp of pain and surprise at the act, her previous facade broked.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Nami yelled, fear creeping in at the perverse smiles on their faces. This wasn't at all how this was supposed to go. She tried to struggle free, but he was too strong.

"What do you mean beautiful? We're just checking out your chest like we said we would. That is what we agreed on right?" he smirked at her, eyes traveling to said chest. His hands slowly moving toward their prize.

Nami growled at him,"Like hell it is!" and proceeded to kick him in the testicles. He squealed loudly and effeminately, grabbing his now bruised balls in pain, falling to the floor and shaking the boat.

The one holding her grabbed her even tighter, making her cry out. His ball busted friend slowly got back to his feet on trembling legs. "You'll pay for that you little bitch."

As he once again reached for her chest, Nami closed her eyes in fear, "Nick, help me!" she desperately thought. Her prayer would soon be answered.

Before the creep could defile Nami with his disgusting hands, a cold voice rang out, "And just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Everyone turned to look at the new voice. Three of them in confusion and anger, and one in joy and hope. Standing there in all his Marine-esque glory, was Nick. Gun in hand, dripping wet, and pissed off beyond reason.

Nami never thought she would be so happy to see him. The sun was behind him and his confiscated Marine coat was blowing in the wind. He was usually such a pain in her perfect ass, but right now, he looked every bit like her hero.

"Huh, a Marine? Where the hell did you come from?" one of them asked. Nick turned his glare on him, making him gulp. But he was a proud member of the Buggy Pirates, and he would not be intimidated by a lone Marine.

The one trying to molest his friend glared right back at him, "Listen pal, mind your own damn business. Unless you wanna get hurt that i-" his threat was cut short by the barrel of a rifle entering his mouth.

"I asked you a question. What the hell do you think you're doing to Nami?"

All of them, besides Nami, started to sweat. Especially the one with a gun in his mouth. This wasn't how they thought this day would play out. All they wanted to do was rob a few people, drink a few pints, and get laid. Sure the last part wasn't consensual, but it wasn't enough to kill them over.

Right?

"I'm waiting."

The one who wasn't holding a hostage or choking on something big and hard in his mouth, tried to placate the violent stranger, "Come on, it was just a joke. We were just playin' around. Right guys?"

The other two desperately nodded along, hoping this guy would believe them.

"Oh, it was just a joke huh? I'm sorry. Well in that case, let me try one out. Knock, knock."

"Uh, who-who's there?"

"Nick."

"Nick who?"

"Nick who's giving you three seconds to let her go before your friend here becomes chum. One."

They started panicking again. Even Nami's eyes widened at that. Her companion didn't seem the merciless type, but then again, she barely knew him. Or it could be one great big bluff.

"Two," Nick cocked the hammer on the rifle, staring dead in the eyes of the man about to die, who started crying.

"Last chance," Nick told them.

"Alright, alright! Let her go Benny."

Nami was finally released, and immediately ran to Nick, relief and gratitude dancing in her eyes in equal measure, "Thanks Nick."

Nick gave her a small smile, "Anytime." Turning back to the Buggy Pirates, his glare returned full force. Now that Nami was safe, it was time to hit the old dusty trail.

"Alright assholes, this is what we're gonna do. My friend and I like your ship. Much roomier. So we're going to take it. If you have any concerns about this transaction, please call our customer service hotline. Someone will be more than happy to answer any questions you might have. Thank you, and have a nice day."

With that, Nick removed his gun from the guy's mouth, much to his relief, and turned to his friend, "Alright, let's get out of here."

Nami nodded her head, and made ready to leave, doing whatever it is you need to do to get a ship moving. Seriously, they were completely still and nobody dropped anchor. Nick couldn't for the life of him, figure out how these boats worked.

Oh well, that's what Nami's are for.

"You think you can just leave? Do you have any idea who you're messin' with?"

Nami and Nick turned to the voice. It was Mr. Grabby trying to save face. Emphasis on trying, because he really wasn't that intimidating, what with the smeared clown makeup running down his face from when he was crying like a bitch not even two minutes ago.

"In order. Yes and a gay clown," Nick responde with a smirk, infuriating them. Shaking with rage, they charged, only to be stopped short by a gun they seemed to have forgotten about. These guys had the memory and intelligence of a goldfish.

Once again facing down the barrel of a gun, only this time it was right between his eyes, Pirate Thug #1 could only stare cross eyes at it.

"Wrong choice," Nick said before pulling the trigger. Thug #1 one screamed, but nothing happened. No loud bang, no caved skull, only a dull click sound.

"Huh, guess the powder got wet," Nick mused. The pirate who almost died eyes rolled into the back of his head, pissed himself, and thankfully fainted. Poor guy would never live this down. It really wasn't his day.

Before the other two could react, Nick thrust the gun into the throat of the one on the left, making it so he couldn't breathe. That should take him out of the fight long enough for Nick to take out the other guy.

And it did. Flipping the gun over so he was holding the barrel, Nick spun and swung the gun, hitting the last pirate in the temple with the butt of the gun. He went down hard and fast into the sweet embrace of lala land. Now all he had to do was bash the other guy over the head and Bob's your uncle. Luckily he still couldn't breath, so it was a simple matter to finish the job.

Nami sighed in relief now that the threat was taken care of. Looking at the three unconscious bodies, she was actually glad she sprung that lunatic from prison. As long as he never sang again, she was happy enough to have him along for the ride.

"I guess that's that. Let's get out of here before they wake up," she said. Nick nodded, agreeing, and they quickly departed what looked like a crime scene. Don't need those pesky Marines bitching at them.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" she said, turning to Nick. He shrugged his shoulders, "Sure, what's up?"

Nami chewed on her bottom lip, which caught his attention. He hadn't paid much attention to her lips before, seeing as how distracting the rest of her body was, but now they were all he could think about.

Were they soft? Were they firm? What did they taste like? So lost in his daydream, he almost missed her question. He really needed to be more careful about that.

"Would you really have shot that guy?" she finally asked. Nick had a feeling it was something like that. He imagined channeling his inner Batman could be quite scary, and he was glad he was able to pull it off. Intimidation worked a lot better if you were intimidating.

"Honestly, I don't know. I stopped them before they could really do anything, but if I had been too late, if they had done what they wanted to do, then probably. I doubt I'd have much in the way of mercy after that," he responded as seriously as he could.

Nami seemed to think over his words, "I see. Makes sense I guess. Well either way, I really do appreciate it. So thanks again." She gave him a big, grateful smile that he was happy to return.

"But since it was your fault this happened in the first place, I won't be lowering your debt. Not one, single Beri," she said with a mischievous grin.

Of course not, why would she? Nick grumbled to himself, ignoring her and her stupid smiling face, heading to the front of the boat to look at… Fucking water and shit. Goddamn it was boring on a boat. Nothing to see for miles and miles and even more miles.

Nami giggled as she went to inspect the inside of their little floating vessel. It would be Nick's turn to laugh when he heard her squeal happily about treasure. Guess it might've been worth the hassle after all