One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ Broken, Only to Heal Again ❯ Evil Rears It's Ugly Head ( Chapter 16 )

Chapter 16

 

The winds were strong and in a favorable direction. It had taken some time to sift through the collection of log poses to find the corresponding one, and the crew suffered considerably for it. The swordsman had slipped through his fingers yet again, but this time he had made mistakes. He had murdered the only living parent of the woman he loved. She would surely turn her back on him for that. And, when the little brat found out that his father was a murderer, he too would leave the bastard. Fanton smiled at, what he considered a logical assumption. He would break that man if it was the last thing he did, just like he had broken his wife. The vicious Vice-Admiral signaled for his First Mate.

 

“Has she been returned to her quarters?” Fanton never looked at the man as he spoke. He just kept staring out the window.

 

“Hai, just as you ordered.” Jack held a smile that almost matched the maliciousness of the Vice-Admiral's.

 

“Good. I trust we are making good time?” At the affirmative nod, he continued. “More than likely they will port on the east side, away from the village a bit. There's deep calm water there, and it's hidden from the normal approach view. If we're lucky, they will be in the village for the night, and we can overtake the ship with ease. If not, then we lure them onto our ship for a fight and sink that God forsaken piece of junk! Maybe we'll get lucky and a few of them will go down with it. I know for sure that there are three who have eaten the Devil's Fruit. Falling into the sea should be a fitting end to them. Don't you think?”

 

“A fitting end, for sure.”

 

“Make sure that all the men know that the green haired one is mine. No one is to engage him, no matter the circumstance. Any who disobey will be executed on the spot. I will have him this time. He will suffer. Tomorrow's dawn will be his last.” His deep laughter rang through the room. It was accompanied by the slightly softer chuckles of his companion.

 

“I have already taken the liberty to issue that order. The men know exactly what will happen if Roronoa gets away this time.” The man smirked at his superior's annoyed look. “You're more than welcome to punish me for my insolence if you wish.” His voice filled with seductive innuendo.

 

A dark hand landed across his face with brutal force. The impact split his bottom lip slightly and caused him to lose balance. He fell to his knee and wiped the blood from his mouth.

 

Fanton smiled down at him. “On your knees. Right where you belong.” He grabbed the light brown hair of the fallen man and drags him across the room. He stopped at the couch and turned. “If you do this well enough, I may let you live.”

 

Immediately, strong hands went to the fastenings of Fanton's pants. His large cock was freed from its confines and the marine began to lick and suck at the dark skin. Jack knew his place here on the ship. He was the Submissive, and he loved it. Every time Fanton's hand made contact with his skin, it was sheer pleasure. Every drop of blood, every bruise, every ounce of pain was welcomed with open arms. He began to strip off his clothing as he took the engorged member further into his mouth. A lustful moan escaped his throat when Fanton used his hand tangled in his hair to force him further down. His own erection was finally freed and he began to pump it in time with the bobbing of his head. He relaxed his throat as much as possible and took the bruising forceful thrusts happily. It didn't take long for Fanton to cum. Jack choked and sputtered around the still swollen dick. That was one of the things he loved about the man. He could go several times before losing his firmness.

 

Fanton pulled out of the abused mouth and walked over to the cabinets lining the wall. He opened the furthest one and withdrew a small circular object that he pocketed and a long metal paddle. It was almost a half inch thick, four inches wide and eighteen inches long. Even without turning he knew the man behind him was excited. He could hear him scrambling to move into position. When he turned around, Jack was completely naked, bent at the waist, legs spread wide apart and hands holding on to the edge of the desk. Fanton's erection began to drip with anticipation.

 

“You've been a very, very bad First Mate, Jack.” He kept his voice low and angry. He knew the madder he was, the more the naked man got off on it. Not to mention, how much he fully enjoyed it himself.

”Please, punish me, Master.” It took all his strength to not turn around and look at the ominous figure behind him. He knew that what he did pissed the man off genuinely, but he also knew how far he could push it before things turned from erotic to deadly.

 

The first strike caught him just below his butt cheeks. The swing was forceful and quick. His cock twitched in anticipation of the next blow. Four more followed, each in a slightly different angle and stronger. He screamed in pleasure and pain at each one. A hand reached around his waist and firmly took a hold of his dick. He thought he would cum on the spot. A cold band of metal was placed at the base and fastened closed. Jack paled. He must have really upset the man. This was the worst possible torture for him. His `master' had just placed a cock ring on him, refusing to allow him release. Jack whimpered. This was not the type of torture he enjoyed. This was cruel and wrong. He had never been denied the pleasure of his orgasm before. That was his whole reason for subjecting himself to the abuse. The pain helped him get off. What gratification could he obtain from this?

 

Fanton's voice was cool and measured as he spoke into his ear. “You will wear this for the remainder of the trip until Roronoa is in my hands. If I find that you have taken it off, I will rip that precious appendage off and feed it to the sharks.”

 

“Hai, Master.” Jack's words were barely above a whisper. He had overstepped his boundaries and truly angered him. To say anything else would probably result in immediate death.

 

Fanton stepped between the spread legs and rubbed his still erect member against Jack's entrance. He could feel the man shiver under him and smiled in victory. Not wanting to completely ruin his second favorite play toy, he took the bottle of oil from his desk and coated himself thoroughly. He aligned his cock and thrust in. He could fee the tight muscles tear as he continued to pound into him unprepared. It wouldn't be the first time he would need stitches there. Besides, Jack liked it rough. Or was it he that liked it that way?

 

The First Mate's screams could be heard on deck over the next half hour. He wasn't seen for the remainder of the day.

 

Saya shivered as she was forced to listen to Jack's pleas and begging for forgiveness. Fanton's personal quarters were only a few doors down from her own. Knowing that he was preoccupied, she locked her door and began to move the boxes in the far corner. When they were out of the way, a loose board was pulled up to reveal a compartment. Three objects were removed. One appeared to be a bundle of clothes, which she gently set aside. The other two were long and slim. A Tachi (long sword) and a Kodachi (short sword) were unwrapped. They were beautiful in every aspect. The sheath and hilt were made of solid black wood. It was polished and sealed to almost shine in the darkest of light. Intricate etching of dragons decorated the surface. The only other material adorning the wood was a band of black fabric used to secure it to the wielder's waist. They were a matching pair of deadly weapons that screamed elegance. She had bought them as a wedding present to Zoro the day after they spent the night together. It had been difficult, but she kept them hidden from Fanton and her father alike. Muteki had seen them once, and she told them they belonged to his true father. She secretly practiced with them until she could sufficiently defend herself. After that, she began to study others and learn as many techniques as possible. She was no master, but she was definitely a force to be reckoned with when needed.

 

The katana were set aside lovingly and she reached for the clothing. Black leather pants and a fitted black leather vest were unfolded. They would soften with wear, but after being stored for two years the material was slightly stiff. Black suede lace-up boots completed the outfit. She had planned to surprise Zoro with it, but unfortunately, her plans were changed. Now she had another chance. This time, the clothing would be worn for a different reason. It was fitting enough that she could wear a simple gown over it and not be noticed. She would have to figure out where to stash the swords later. For the time being, they were placed in her armoire under an old dress. Her husband rarely looked in there. They should be safe for a day. Tomorrow they were scheduled to catch up with the Going Merry. Tomorrow, she would see her lover and her son again. Tomorrow, her life would change. Tomorrow, she would be fighting for her freedom.

 

*******TBB,OTHA*******

 

Zoro entered the men's quarters after his watch ended. Limited use of his hands was no reason he couldn't keep his eyes open, according to Nami. His head was pounding. The wind had picked up greatly, causing the waters to be a bit choppy. He looked to the filled hammocks and couch and sighed. It looked like he would be sleeping on the floor again. Slowly he removed his boots and shirt. His bandages itched slightly. Tomorrow he would ask Chopper if he really needed them. He looked over to the corner that held his swords.

 

“Don't even think about it, Marimo.” A muffled voice sounded in the room over the snores of the others. Sanji was looking at him with a half open eye.

 

“Hn, what difference is it to you?” Zoro scoffed as he went looking for a spare blanket.

 

“Whatever, asshole. It's not like I care about what happens to you or something.” Sanji rolled over in his hammock and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

 

Zoro stood there looking at the cook's back for a moment before sitting down on the floor. He propped his back against the couch, mindful of his wounds, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He looked over his shoulder at the sleeping form of his son, currently drooling on said couch. Warmth spread in his chest. So this is what it's like to have family. He looked around the dark room at each of the sleeping figures. Family was something he thought he would never have, but if he really looked at it, he had been living with a family of sorts for the last few years. A small smile found its way to his lips as he fell asleep, feeling more content than he could ever remember.

 

Morning came, and Zoro woke up to the smell of fresh baked bread. He was alone, no surprise, and covered with two blankets, very odd. He wondered who would have done that. The blanket on top smelled like the girl's shampoo. That must have been Teki. The bottom one smelled like the galley. Sanji? Why would that Ero-Cook do something nice for him? He found himself burying his nose in the smell just the same. Irritated, he tossed both blankets to the side. He was willing to bet that the damn Kuso-Cook had his son up there helping with breakfast. The idea suddenly upset him more than he knew it should. Zoro stormed up the ladder and into the galley.

 

“Oi, Cook. What the hell are you doing?” Zoro bellowed out.

 

“What does it look like Shitty-Swordsman? I'm making breakfast. Now if you don't mind, we're kinda busy. So scram.” Sanji took the unlit cigarette from his mouth and glared at the intrusion. “And go get dressed. We don't need to be assaulted with your battered body this early in the morning.”

 

“Why is Teki covered in flour?” Zoro looked down at the almost white child. Flour was all over the front of his shirt and in his hair. A big smile accompanied his morning greeting.

 

“Ohayo, Tousan. Sanji-kasan is teaching me to make pancakes.”

 

Both men froze. Zoro paled at the words that escaped his son's lips. He tried to find the words to say to correct him, but ended up just opening and closing his mouth a few times with no sound coming out. Sanji did just the opposite. He blushed and began stuttering, trying to find the right words.

 

“Teki-kun, we talked about this already. I know that you like me and all, but I'm not a woman. Besides, you already have a mother.” Sanji affectionately ruffled up the boy's hair.

 

“I know you're not a girl. See, my Kasan told me it didn't matter if you were a boy or a girl. Sometimes people are just supposed to be what they are. You are helping to take care of me just like Tousan. But you can't be Tousan because I already have one of those. I don't have a Kasan anymore, so you can be my Kasan.” According to Teki the logic was sound. Sadly, not everyone agreed.

 

“Teki are you sure you don't have a Kasan? I mean, your Jii-san never told us what happened to her. She could still be out there. You shouldn't replace her like that.” Sanji was panicking. Zoro hadn't moved since Teki greeted him. The shocked look stayed in place. At the mention of Saya, Zoro looked up only to meet the Cook's worried blue eyes. “I swear Zoro, I had nothing to do with this. He just called me that yesterday, and I didn't have a chance to correct him until this morning. I thought he understood. I had no intention of insulting her honor by taking her place, really.”

 

“But, Sanji-kasan,” both men flinched again, “I thought you loved Tousan. Why wouldn't you want to take her place?”

 

“I..I..I..” Sanji kept stuttering. He couldn't even form comprehensible words. He paled at first followed by a deep red blush. Fortunately his lack of a vocal response left plenty of opportunity for Zoro.

 

“What! What do you mean he loves me? Like hell he does! That bastard doesn't care for anyone unless they have tits. It's sickening the way he fawns over women all the time. Why would you think he loves me? He hates me. And another thing. Why would you want a piece of shit like him as a mom anyway? He's a man. Men aren't supposed to be mothers. Mothers are supposed to be sweet and kind and compassionate. He's not like that. He never will be. He's nothing like your mother. He's nothing like Saya.” Zoro's voice faded on the last sentence, but not before Sanji heard every word. The swordsman turned back around and silently left. He made his way to where his weights normally sat. He stood looking at the empty space and clinched his fists the best he could under the circumstances.

 

Zoro thought back to when he and Saya first met. He thought she was an angel, and told her that many times. She wanted him for what he was and also for what he would become. Things had been great during that time. They laughed and joked. She taught him how to love. He thought he'd never get close to a woman again after Kuina died. Kuina had not been his love, but she had been an important person to him none the less. She was his inspiration, his rival, and his friend. Saya had been his heart. Her smiles were more precious to him than all the treasure in the world. Zoro didn't know how he would ever trust her again. Saya's betrayal hit him hard. He stopped feeling and just turned his emotions to stone. He vowed to never let a woman close to him again. He didn't think he could stand to lose another.

 

A few times he had gone to a brothel to satisfy his lust. The women there would fall all over themselves to try to please him. He was one of the handsomest men they had as a patron. Zoro always left there just as frustrated as when he walked in. After a while, he gave up on women all together. The first time he had sex with a man he'd been drunk. He had walked in on Johnny and Yosaku earlier that day and couldn't get the image out of his mind. Desperate for a bit of relief, he let one of the young Marines climb into his lap at the local pub. They tumbled out the door into the dark alley. Things were rough and sloppy, but effective. When Johnny invited him to join him and Yosaku a few weeks later, he jumped at the opportunity. They showed him that it didn't always have to hurt and that it could be very pleasurable to people on both ends. He made sure to buy lotion more often after that. The only thing he missed with women was… well he really didn't miss anything. Men were hot and tight, they had lips to kiss and nipples to suck. Just because they didn't have large breasts for him to hold didn't mean he couldn't occupy his hands elsewhere. A lot of them even had hair long enough for him to run his fingers through.

 

He thought of how soft and silky Saya's hair had been. It was so long before, maybe it would be touching the floor now. She always took pride in it. It was the one of the only things she had from her mother. Similarly, Teki had his mother's eyes. That was the only thing that linked him to the woman. He had Zoro's complexion and hair. It wouldn't take long for Teki's skin to darken like his. That was if he could get him out on the deck more and out of the galley with that Cook. The sound of his son calling that man his mother brought back his anger full force.

 

How dare that Shitty-Cook try to take the place of Teki's mom without even asking first? He was furious that the man would lead his son on like that. Teki had lost so much so far, it was unfair to give him such false hope. Hope that a family like that existed for him. It was just cruel, to Teki and himself. Zoro thought again about Sanji in the Mother role. He would be perfect. But then Teki said that the blonde loved him. Where did that come in? He probably said it in sarcasm and Teki took it the wrong way. The only thing the Cook ever showed him was his poor taste in women, his cooking ability and the sole of his shoe. He thought the man hated him until last night. The way his long fingers felt tracing his face was quickly becoming a distant memory. One he would subconsciously be willing to endure for the rest of his life.

 

He had to stop thinking of things he couldn't have. He had already felt the consequences of letting someone close to him. The bitterness of her betrayal had never really faded. He never even gave his heart a chance to heal. It was stilled away in a box and forgotten. The last six years of training had hardened him against almost anything. Anything but a blue eyed blonde with impossibly long legs and a fascinating oral fetish. Maybe it was the blue eyes. Maybe that was what drew him in. He thought that he would think of his son's mother every time he looked into the boy's eyes. But instead all he could see was a single blue eye accented by an unusual curly eyebrow. Did Sanji even have a second eye? That was absurd. Of course the guy must have two eyes. Didn't he? Maybe he should find out. No, because then he'd have to be close to the bastard. He might even have to touch him. Run his fingers through the soft golden strands in order to push them away. Zoro was about to jump over the side of the ship when Luffy stopped him.

 

“Zoro, what happened to Teki? He took off to the bunkroom in tears. Did he get in trouble for something? Was it what he said to Sanji?” Luffy put his hand on Zoro's shoulder. “I heard what he called Sanji this morning. Are you mad about it?”

 

It took Zoro a couple of minutes to respond. When he did, his voice was uncertain, something very unusual for the First Mate.

 

“I don't know what's happening to me. Is she alive? What will happen when we meet again? I don't know her anymore. Having Teki changes so much now. Will I have to give him back if we find her?” There was desperation in Zoro's voice.

 

“She could always come with us. You know, that is if we find her. She could help you take care of Teki here on the ship. That way you wouldn't have to let him go. I bet Nami and Robin would love to have another woman around.” Luffy had no idea what to say. He figured that Zoro giving up Teki would be similar to him having to give up one of his crew. It wasn't a good feeling at all.

 

“I don't know if I could ever trust her again. She betrayed me. That's not something you easily forget.”

 

“Oh. But don't you want to try to get back with her? You don't have any feelings for her now?”

 

Zoro shook his head. He knew he needed to come clean with his friend, but how do you go about explaining your sexual orientation to someone as dense as him? With a deep breath, he gave it a try.

 

“Luffy, you know when you kissed me in the cell? Well, that's not the first time I've kissed another guy. I actually prefer kissing them to women.” The swordsman looked up at his friend. All the pain he had hidden away for the last six years shone clearly in his eyes. He didn't know if the young Captain would even be able to understand what he was talking about. Then, if he did, would he accept it or would he hate him forever? It was a risk Zoro felt he had to take.

 

“Yah, I kinda figured that. Is that what you're worried about? Are you worried that Sanji will be mad at you for liking him?” Luffy laughed at Zoro's expression. He looked as if Luffy had just stated the answer to a complex math equation and got it right. In a sense, he had done just that. “I wouldn't be too concerned about it. Besides, Teki likes him, and we're all nakama. So why not just let Sanji be Teki's mom here on the ship? If we find his real mom, then he can have two mothers.”

 

Simple logic. Luffy always made everything sound so easy. Making it actually work was a different matter. Two mothers? Was it possible? Would Sanji even want that? The Cook even said that he was happy that Teki liked him. If he did become the boy's new mother, how would that affect Zoro? Would he be able to keep his feelings for the man a secret after this? It occurred to him that Luffy didn't seem care about his sexual preference. At least he didn't say anything about it. That took a very large weight off his shoulders. Unfortunately it doubled when he realized that Luffy had assumed that he did indeed have feelings for the ship's cook.

 

*****TBB,OTHA*****

 

Teki sat in a corner sniffling quietly. He felt horrible now. He should have talked to his father before starting to call Sanji that. It just felt so right. He could see the way the blonde would look at his father when he wasn't paying attention. It was the way his mother use to look at the picture of Zoro she kept hidden. They both needed someone to love. Both of them needed a big hug. A shadow appeared over him. He looked up to see the outline of his father.

 

“We need to have a serious talk.” Zoro sat down beside him and leaned against the wall. He waited for the boy to wipe his face and turn toward him. “Do you know where your Kasan is?”

 

Teki shook his head. “She sends letters sometimes, but it's been a while since I got one. He doesn't like me very much.”

 

“Who?” Zoro could see the fear in the boy. “Is it this Sanguine Kaname that Usopp was talking about?” Teki looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded yes. “Tell me about him. If I have to meet the guy, I at least would like to know about him. Don't worry. As long as I'm here, he'll never hurt you again.”

 

“He's very mean. He's big, too. His skin is darker than Chopper's fur. He has black hair and never smiles. He would hit Kasan a lot. Jii-chan says it's just a dream. He doesn't think that I should remember that much from when I was still with them. I do though. He used to hit me too. I think it was because I looked like you. He says you took something from him. What did you take?”

 

Zoro's body stiffened at the information he just received. This man hit both his ex-lover and his son. He would die slowly. “I have no idea. I don't even know the man. How could I take something from someone I've never met?” The swordsman's aura darkened. He began to mumble. “Why would she leave me for someone like that? This makes no sense.”

 

Sanji's shout for everyone to come to eat filtered down to them. Teki stood and grabbed Zoro's arm to help him up. Zoro gave him a half smile and together they went over to the ladder.

 

“Tousan? I won't call Sanji-san that anymore. I'm sorry if I made you mad.” Teki's head was bowed. He was afraid if he looked up he would meet his father's disappointed glare.

 

“I still don't understand why you would want a pansy-ass cook as you new Kasan, but if that is what you want… Just talk it over with him first. I just want you to always remember who your real Kasan is.”

 

Teki beamed up at Zoro and latched himself onto the taller man's legs. “Hai. You'd better put some clothes on before you come up. He'll be really mad if you don't.”

 

Zoro laughed and assured him that he would. When the boy was out of sight, he sighed. He silently hoped that this decision wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass later. He went to dig a clean white shirt out of his trunk and noticed his harkama folded neatly on top of it with a note.

 

Zoro,

This was under your shirt when Sanji and I tended to your injuries. I'm sorry we couldn't repair it.

 

Chopper

 

The green cloth was horribly stained and torn in several places. He opened the trunk and searched for another. To his dismay, there wasn't one. Even worse, there wasn't a white shirt either. All he found was a blue one with no sleeves. Frowning, he put it on. If he wanted to eat, he'd have to wear something. The dirty one from yesterday was no where to be seen. He slid his boots on and hurried up the ladder. He could hear Sanji yelling at Luffy already.

 

Breakfast passed quickly. Luffy kept giving Sanji reassuring smiles and pats. Zoro knew that something had been said between the two. He kept his black eyes averted from an unsure blue one, concentrating on the orders given out by Nami. When everyone finished, dishes were gathered and the crew made way to their appointed tasks. Teki gave his father a hug and a happy grin before rushing to help Sanji at the sink.

 

Zoro went out on deck to help the best he could to get preparations underway for reaching land. The island had just been spotted on the horizon this morning, and everyone was already itching to set foot on solid ground. Usopp and Chopper were making their lists of needed supplies. Nami was trying to convince Luffy they needed to have dinner alone. Unfortunately for her, the dim witted Captain couldn't grasp the concept of romance. He insisted the entire crew should dine together as always. Robin sat in a lounge chair in the shade looking at her books. She was trying to find out anything she could on the island they were going to.

 

When Teki emerged from the galley, he was all smiles. He was followed out by a very embarrassed blonde. “Arigato, Sanji-kasan. I'll be back later.”

 

He took off immediately for the supply closet on deck. He took out his wooden stick and ran to his father. “Tousan, can we practice again? I know you said we're going to get some real bokken when we land, but until then, I can still use this one Usopp-san gave me.”

 

It took some arguing and yelling, but finally Zoro convinced Chopper that he could loosely hold a mop handle in order to help Teki practice.

 

Today they would be working on basic katas. The two faced each other and bowed to show respect. Zoro was pleased that the sensei at the dojo had shown Teki proper etiquette, even though it was never used in battle. They both went into an upper level stance and closed the distance between. When he was within range, Zoro brought his sword straight down. Teki slipped back just enough to avoid the attack, but still close enough to counter. As Teki retreated, he brought up his sword, slid forward and attacked with a straight strike of his own. The wooden rod stopped at the bridge of Zoro's nose. Their difference in height made training a bit difficult, but the older man was working it out as he went along. He smiled at the child and nodded.

 

“Again.”

 

When he was pleased with the progress, they switched roles. As they made their way through different katas, the crew looked on with amusement. Not a one of them could deny the bond between the two green haired males. Fatherly pride emanated from Zoro's entire person. Luffy and Nami sat together on the figurehead watching and chatting. Usopp sat further away with Chopper, telling stories of how he use to be a master as well and taught some of the best swordsmen out there how to fight. Robin had disappeared up to the room she shared with the Navigator to do more research. Sanji stood in the shadows watching, a trail of smoke floating up from the tip of his cigarette.

 

Luffy had come into the galley earlier after Teki fled. He told Sanji to go easy on Zoro. For the life of him, the Cook couldn't understand why. But for some strange reason their young Captain refused to give him any answer. He finished up breakfast in a daze and called everyone in. When Teki walked in, Sanji froze. The huge grin on the boy's face both set him at ease and baffled him. He was happy that the child was no longer upset, but a grin that size could only mean trouble. Zoro appeared a moment later and the food was served and the tension eased. No matter what he did, he could not get the swordsman to look at him. Sanji decided that if the jackass was going to be that stubborn, then he'd just forget about apologizing. While doing dishes, Teki told him about the conversation he had with his father. The boy had begged Sanji to be his new mother.

 

As Sanji stood there smoking, he wondered if it had been the best idea to say yes. How would this affect the already strained relationship between them? Zoro obviously still had feelings for this `Saya' woman. He also said that Sanji was nothing like her. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. Why did everything always come down to a woman? He reminded himself that he wanted to visit a brothel when they docked. All these strange feelings he had developed for his hated rival had to be just pent up sexual frustration. It had been too long since his last fling and he just needed a reminder why he loved women so much.

 

From the corner of his eye, Zoro watched the Cook slowly bring his cigarette to his mouth. The way his lips pouted just slightly when he frowned, how he could see bits of his face when the breeze would catch his hair and how long and slender his fingers were as they brushed imaginary wrinkles out of his jacket and pants. Zoro forgot to adjust his steps for a smaller opponent and came too close to Teki on the next strike. He grunted as the tip of the wood jabbed him in the gut. He shot an annoyed look at Sanji. A curly eyebrow raised in question. An excited shout from Luffy drew their attention to the coastline. The buildings were coming into view. Since they were not staying long, and the island was fairly unknown, they decided to use the convenience of the docks during their stay. Besides, how likely was it that Fanton would know where to find them?