A/N I do not own OnePiece I just really love the characters! Well Italics means thoughts or maybe a flashback eventually. Well this is my first fic so enjoy.

She woke up in a cold sweat, her body shaking. She glanced over to her window. By the position of the moon she could tell that it was around 4 o'clock in the morning. The orange haired navigator grabbed the glass of water next to her bed on the lamp stand and took a long sip. She sighed,"I thought I stopped having those dreams…"

She really couldn't call them dreams anymore. They were torture, reminding her of the endless nights she had spent in Arlong park making maps. Her hands would be bloody, calloused, and sore and Arlong would still push her to produce the magnificence that was, and still is, her maps. She would cry herself to sleep every night, sometimes not even making it to the wooden frame and holy sheets Arlong had called a bed, but falling asleep in her own arms on the old wooden desk. She had hated it there.

In her nightmares she was a little girl again, back in Cocoyashi village. She would be making a map. She would finish and put the finished product in the ever growing pile next to her. Since she had made the outrageous quota Arlong had set for her that day she took the extra paper and started sketching a picture of her mother, Bellemere. She had missed her so much. A tear would fall from her eye as she realized how much she had taken for granted the woman she called mother. The tear would then fall from her eye onto the page blurring the picture she had just created. What happened next was the part that Nami hated the most. Arlong would appear out of nowhere and be standing behind her chuckling and doing his signature laugh. "Shihahahahah! What is this?" He would take the soiled picture and tear it to shreds and then grab her small frame by the neck. "What trash was that? I own you! You do what I say, and making that trash was not in the job description!" He would then take her frame and thrust it into the closest wall, grabbing her throat tighter. She would grab and claw at his large purple arms, but it was always useless. "Next time you feel like making this trash do it on your own time! Wait, I forgot. Last time I checked you were MY cartographer! Get back to work." He would then tighten his grip on her neck and throw her against the wall. "My men and I are going on a trip tomorrow. I want twenty more maps. Get to it!" She would then shakily get up after he left and resume tirelessly making her forced masterpieces. After that Nami would wake up.

The oranged haired woman got out of her bed and stretched her arms above her head. She took the sheets that had fallen to the floor while she was thrashing around in her sleep and placed them back on the bed. She yawned and looked over to her other female companion that was sound asleep in the room, Robin. The raven haired woman had probably heard something going on on the navigators side of the room but chose to stay quiet. Nami took another quick glance to her female companion and then went to the door of their room. She opened it a crack and took a peak onto the deck of the Sunny. No one was up. The crows nest was quiet and the lights were out. Moron, she thought. Idiot had watch duty tonight too. She fully stepped out of the women's quarters and closed the door quietly.

Whenever she had one of these "dreams" she would always go to her tangerine grove. The one place where she felt at peace, and if she tried hard enough sometimes she would feel her mother wrap her loving arms around her and tell her it was "okay".

She quietly made her way to the grove, making sure not to make too much noise as she climbed the creaky steps.

When she got to her quiet place, the orange haired navigator chose her favorite tree to sit under. It was a tangerine tree with branches that extended outwards and during the day created very nice shade. But right now those branches acted as a shield, a barrier, that kept her safe from her "dreams" and her fears. Her chocolate eyes looked towards the sky as she started whispering constellations to herself. "Ursa Major, Aries, Gemini, Orion, Scorpius," She kept mumbling these to herself until she heard a creak. She froze. Who the hell, besides me, is up this late. She turned her head but saw nothing. She grumbled to herself about someone having to pay for scaring her. She turned her head back to the sky and the stars. They calmed her. She let herself zone out letting the calmness of the constellations and the stars soothe her. She soon fell asleep under her tangerine tree as the sun was starting to rise in the sky.

"Nami-ya, Nami-ya. wake up". She turned her body away from the annoying noise that was trying to wake her from her peaceful slumber.

"Not now, it's too early." She said as she shooed away the annoying sound that kept bugging her.

Something grabbed her shoulder and started shaking impatiently, "Nami-ya wake up. Mugiwara-ya is throwing a fit because Blackleg-ya won't serve breakfast until everyone is present. Nami-ya, wake up." The last two words came out with more force as he started shaking harder.

"Okay! Okay Torao, I'm up, I'm uuuaaaaaaap." The last word was said with a tired yawn as the navigator rubbed her eyes and stretched out her sore limbs.

As she was stretching out the dark doctor shifted his eyebrows, "What were you doing sleeping out here, Nami-ya?" The woman just shrugged her shoulders as she got up and patted down her sleep pants.

"I couldn't sleep, that's all. C'mon, we can't keep Luffy waiting. God knows he's probably torn up the kitchen by now." She turned towards the stars and started descending, "Tell everyone I'll come to breakfast after I get ready so they can go ahead and start."

She left him alone in the grove as he grunted, "Hmmm".