[BEING RE-WRITTEN AS A NEW STORY]
(A One Piece My Way Story/One Piece! Various Males X Reader)
Beauty of a goddess, with the strength of a warrioress.
Her heart filled with love. Her mind with knowledge.
Bestowed with the power of the ocean, seas an...
I look over my shoulder to see Nami, now having traded her white shirt for a teal one, complaining to a News Coo. Medium sized seagulls that deliver newspapers at sea and other islands.
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"That's a little steep, don't ya think?" The navigator reluctantly pays the fee. "Raise your prices again and I'll stop paying."
I decide to intervene seeing as the News Coo looks like he's just one comment short of breaking down and crying. "Don't be so hard on him, he's just doing his job. He doesn't make the rules." I offer the seagull one of the rice balls that Sanji made for me earlier.
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I often give the News Coos little snacks since they work so hard to deliver papers all over the world. Land or sea.
The News Coo happily eats the snack before flying off.
"What's the big deal, it's just one paper." Usopp says, not taking his eyes away from whatever he's tinkering with.
Nami rounds on the sniper. "Just one paper? I buy these every day."
"Yeah, but there's no reason to save every last beri so you can buy back your village from Arlong anymore, y'know." Usopp replies, filling up a little ball with a red sauce. "You can finally stop obsessing over money."
"You're so stupid." Nami retorts. "Now that that stuff's over, I'm saving money for me now. Geez! I'm not gonna be one of those poor pirates who can't even afford to dress up."
"You know you could even save more if you let me do the sewing, Nami." I interject.
"Yeah, but you already do so much for us. I don't want to put a strain on you. Not when you have to constantly keep these idiots in line." She jabs her thumb in the direction of the male human crew members.
"If that's what you want, but don't be hesitant to request something. I could use the distraction from all the testosterone on board this ship." I smirk, causing Nami to hold in her laughter behind her hand, before retaking my place in the lounge chair.
"Whoa! Calm down, you two!" The sniper warns. "I'm in the middle of developing my special Tabasco Star." Usopp carefully leans the bottle to pour more sauce into the red ball. "An eyeful of this will make any bad guy—"
