The rowboat cut through the calm harbor waters, the jagged silhouette of Jaya growing larger with each stroke. Takuya's arms moved rhythmically, his eyes fixed on the shore. Robin sat in the bow, her dark hair lifting in the sea breeze, her expression thoughtful.
"The currents here are strange," she observed. "The water feels shallow, but the charts suggest deep channels. This island was once whole, a long time ago. Something shattered it."
"Legends say half of it was blasted out of existence centuries ago," Takuya said. "The other half is where we're heading. Mock Town."
They found a suitable docking spot—a weathered pier extending from the edge of the jungle, away from the main harbor. Takuya guided the rowboat alongside and tied it off. Then he pulled out a small Den Den Mushi and signaled the Dune Serpent.
"Nami, bring the ship in. There's a dock on the eastern curve. Send Mira with Vivi when she wakes up. Robin and I will secure the area."
"Aye," Nami's voice crackled back, clipped but cooperative.
The Dune Serpent glided into position, her dark hull blending with the shadows of the overhanging trees. Behind her, the Going Merry followed, its sheep figurehead bobbing.
Before the anchor had even settled, Luffy was already on the railing, arms stretched toward the shore.
"I'M GOING!" he shouted, launching himself through the air.
Zoro caught him by the ankle mid-flight and yanked him back onto the deck. "You'll wait for the rest of us, you idiot."
"But the ship! The sky ship! It's here somewhere!" Luffy squirmed like a fish on a line.
"The ship sank," Usopp said flatly. "We watched it sink. Remember? Water? Big splash? Your brain has holes."
Luffy pouted but stayed on the deck—for now.
On the Dune Serpent, Vivi stirred awake. The cookies and the sleeping medicine had done their work. She sat up slowly, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling, then remembered. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't cry again. She just smoothed her hair, straightened her clothes, and walked out to the deck.
Mira was already there, bouncing on her heels. She had changed into something entirely new—a frilly black and white maid dress, complete with a tiny apron and a headband.
Vivi blinked. "Where are you going dressed like that?"
"We're on a new island!" Mira twirled. "I'm wearing something cute. That's what you do on new islands. Master said I'm the mascot. Mascots wear cute things."
Vivi sighed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You're impossible."
Mira beamed and bounced toward the dock.
The Dune Serpent docked smoothly. Nami secured the lines, checked the log pose one more time—still pointing stubbornly upward—and then turned to the island.
"Alright," she said, her voice businesslike. "Let's see what this place has to offer."
She had changed into a light summer dress, her hair loose, her eyes already calculating. Beside her, Vivi wore a simple blue outfit, more practical than royal, but still elegant.
Mira's headband caught the light. It was a simple black band, but stitched into the fabric was a small, stylized leaf—a symbol none of them recognized.
Mira had found it in one of Takuya's discarded project boxes. He had called it a failed experiment. She called it the coolest thing ever and had claimed it for herself.
Robin had rejoined them at the dock, her expression amused as she watched Mira spin.
Takuya came back from the edge of town, dust on his boots.
Mira had somehow convinced Robin to tie a ribbon in her hair and was now spinning in circles, her maid dress flaring out.
Robin caught his eye and gave a small shrug. 'I gave up trying to control her.'
Takuya almost laughed. Almost.
Without a word, he walked to an empty stretch of street near the edge of the market, pulled a folded table from seemingly nowhere, and set it up. A hand-painted sign appeared: "Welcome to the Dark Side – We Have Cookies. Tangerine Dreams – 500 Berries Each."
Nami's eyes lit up. She was already behind the counter, arranging the tin of cookies. "We're selling these?"
"We're selling these. High price. Limited stock. Create a frenzy."
Vivi hesitated, looking at the counter, then at the rough crowd milling nearby. "I've never sold anything before," she admitted quietly. "It feels strange."
"Think of it as listening," Takuya said. "You hear more from behind a counter than anywhere else. Conversations. Rumors. Leads." He glanced at her. "You survived a civil war, Vivi. A few pirate bitches won't be able to do anything to you."
She took a breath and stepped behind the counter next to Nami.
Mira twirled in her maid dress. "What should I do?"
"Stand outside. Wave. Look adorable. Draw them in. All the things you've been doing all this time."
"On it!"
Robin raised an eyebrow. She stepped closer to Takuya, and he leaned in, his lips almost touching her ear.
"If any man gets handsy with any of you," he whispered, "Break their dicks. Not their fingers. Make sure he remembers. For the women..." He paused. "I leave the women to you."
Robin's smile widened, slow and dangerous. "I'll be creative."
Takuya's voice dropped low, meant only for Robin. "We've got tails. Don't know how many, but there will be plenty. Keep your eyes open. Protect each other. I'll be close, but if things go sideways—" He tapped the bag of cookies.
"These are extremely drugged. Not poisoned but extremely drugged. Enough to make anyone who eats them go fuzzy, addicted to the cookies and fight with each other, and forget why they were fighting each other. Use them to cause chaos. Buy yourselves time to get out. Trust your gut. If something feels wrong, it is."
He didn't wait for questions. He just melted back into the crowd.
Robin took her position slightly behind the stall, her hands clasped loosely behind her back. Her smile was still there, but it had changed—sharper, hungrier.
The look of a woman who had spent twenty years sensing danger before it arrived. Her eyes moved slowly across the street, cataloging faces, hands, the way men shifted their weight.
She wasn't waiting for an excuse anymore.
She was hoping for one.
While Nami was already rearranging the cookie display, her fingers were quick, her eyes darting to every passerby like they had coins falling out of their pockets. Vivi stood beside her, stiff as a board, trying to smile at strangers like she hadn't just been crying in his bed an hour ago.
Within an hour, the stall was buzzing. The hand-painted sign had been nailed to a wooden post—"Welcome to the Dark Side – We Have Cookies. Tangerine Dreams – 500 Berries Each." Beneath it, in smaller letters: "No Refunds. No Haggling. No Whining."
Nami stood behind the counter, her smile sharp as a blade. "Fresh cookies! Baked this morning! Only fifty available! Once they're gone, they're gone!"
A rough-looking pirate approached, eyeing the golden-brown cookies. "Five hundred berries? That's robbery."
Nami's smile didn't waver. "Supply and demand, sweetheart. Either you buy one now, or you watch someone else eat the last one while you cry into your ale."
The pirate grumbled but pulled out his coins.
Beside her, Vivi stood with her shoulders back, but her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for a cookie. She had greeted kings and queens. She had addressed armies. She had never sold anything to a stranger in her life.
"Smile," Nami murmured beside her, not missing a beat with her own customer. "Not your royal smile. A real one. Like you're sharing a secret."
Vivi tried. It came out stiff.
"Relax your jaw. Tilt your head a little. Let your hair fall forward." Nami's voice was low, practiced. This was how she had stolen from pirates for years—not just with quick fingers, but with a look. A tilt. A promise in her eyes that made men forget to watch their wallets.
A rough-faced pirate approached the stall. Nami nudged Vivi forward.
"Hello," Vivi said, her voice steadier than she felt. She held up a cookie. "Would you like to try one?"
The pirate looked at her face, then at the cookie, then back at her face. He pulled out his coin purse without even asking the price.
Nami grinned. "See? You're a natural."
Vivi's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away from the pirate. She handed him the cookie, let her fingers brush his palm, and smiled—small, warm, like she was giving him a gift, not making a sale.
The pirate walked away dazed, three cookies in hand.
"Good," Nami whispered. "Now do it again. And this time, make eye contact a little longer. Let him wonder."
Vivi swallowed her nerves and reached for the next cookie.
She had chosen this life. She had chosen him. And if selling cookies in a pirate town meant learning to use every tool she had—including her face, her voice, the way she moved—then she would learn.
Nami had survived even worse while also protecting her dignity. So could she too.
A young pirate with a nervous twitch bought three cookies from her. "You're pretty," he blurted, then turned red and ran.
Vivi blinked. A few hours ago, she would have frozen, unsure how to respond. But now, after watching Nami, after the pirate who had dazed off with three cookies, after learning to hold eye contact just a heartbeat longer—she found her voice.
"Thank you," she called after him, warm but not too eager. A queen's gratitude, not a shopgirl's plea. The young pirate stumbled, looked over his shoulder, and tripped over a crate. Vivi covered her mouth, but her eyes were smiling.
Nami leaned in, her voice low. "Good. But listen—you've got the hang of it now, so don't overdo it. You don't want to give them the wrong vibe. I showed you that stuff to build your confidence, not to turn you into me."
Vivi's smile faded slightly. "What do you mean?"
Nami's jaw tightened. "I've spent years using my looks to steal from men. A smile here, a touch there. It worked because I needed to survive. But you—you're already married to Takuya. I don't know how he'd react if he saw you acting like that. And honestly?"
She swallowed. "I don't want to find out. He's already been keeping me at a distance. If he thinks I'm turning you into some kind of... I don't know... I can't afford for him to pull away even more."
Vivi's eyes softened. "Nami..."
"Just listen." Nami straightened up, her merchant's mask slipping back into place. "You're royalty. You've got the looks, the grace, the presence. Don't degrade yourself by acting desperate for their attention. Act like a queen. Hold your head high.
Give them that little smile—the one that says 'I'm allowing you to buy my cookies.' You'll find that pirates are the biggest simps in the world. They'll trip over themselves just to feel like they've been noticed by someone like you."
She handed Vivi a fresh stack of cookies. "Use that. One look. That's all it takes. Be confident. Be royal. And for the love of the sea, don't make me explain to Takuya why I taught you to bat your eyelashes at drunk pirates."
Vivi stared at her for a second, then burst out laughing. It wasn't a polite giggle or a nervous chuckle—it was a real, full laugh that made a few nearby pirates turn their heads.
Nami blinked. "What?"
"You," Vivi said, wiping a tear from her eye. "You're worried about Takuya being angry at you. After everything you just told me about confidence and using your looks, you're scared of a lecture?"
Nami's cheeks flushed. "It's not funny. He's already keeping me at arm's length. I don't need him thinking I'm corrupting you."
Vivi reached over and squeezed Nami's hand. "He won't be angry at you. I'll make sure of it." Her voice softened. "You helped me find my footing today. You gave me confidence when I felt completely out of place. That's not corruption—that's friendship."
Nami looked down at their hands, then back at Vivi's face. "You really think so?"
"I know so." Vivi smiled. "And thank you. For teaching me. For being honest. I feel... lighter. Like I can actually do this."
Nami nodded slowly. "You can. You're a queen. This is nothing."
"Maybe." Vivi tilted her head. "But you're not just a navigator, Nami. You're a survivor. And I think Takuya sees that. He's just waiting for you to see it too."
Nami's throat tightened.
Vivi leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "In return for helping me, I'll help you get close to him. Not with tricks or games. Just... I'll put in a good word. Tell him how hard you're trying. He listens to me. Well, sometimes. But I'm sure he's not going to ignore my word. "
Nami's eyes widened. "You'd do that?"
"You'd do the same for me." Vivi pulled back and straightened her dress. "Now, let's sell some cookies."
Nami exhaled, a small weight lifting off her chest. "Okay. Yeah. Okay."
Vivi took a breath, then nodded. She lifted her chin, let her shoulders drop, and imagined she was back in Alabasta, greeting a foreign dignitary—except this time, she was selling cookies instead of negotiating treaties.
A grizzled pirate with gold teeth approached. Vivi met his eyes, smiled—not too wide, not too warm—and held up a cookie.
"Care to try one?" she asked, her voice calm, unhurried.
The pirate blinked, then reached for his coin purse without a word.
Nami watched, a strange mix of pride and worry in her chest. 'She's a natural. Now please, please don't let Takuya think I'm a bad influence.'
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