A-hoy there, One Piece friends! It is I, Joy-girl. I hail from the mythical land far away called the Naruto fandom. I have journeyed forth to expand my fanfiction horizons.

Before we begin, let's go through a few things:

1: This is my first One Piece fanfic. Please do take care of me. よろしくand all that jazz

2: This thing was supposed to be a One shot. It no longer even vaguely resembles a one shot.

3: I'm not sure how I got into LawxNami. I adore LuNa and Zona, so maybe when I was just browsing the fanfics, I came across a Lawxnami (LaNa?) and decided they were awesome. Or it could be because Law is bloody everywhere in Japan and my friend won me a Law wallet, so I thought I should get to know him a little more (and when the manga isn't enough, where else can you go but fanfiction?)

4: There aren' t many lawxnami stories out there, so one must give credit where credit is due. Kagehime3 and Lore got me started on actually writing the damn thing (one via inspiration and the other via request) So, Lore, this is especially for you. (And Senpai, notice me!)

And… that's all I got. I hope you enjoy.

Thanks for the Memories
.:Part 1; Let the Good Times Roll:.

There was a little boat on the sea. Now, it wasn't really little by any means, but when compared to the vast body of water it floated on, anything might seem like a tadpole in a pond.

To those who lived on the vessel, it was the perfect size. It had enough rooms below and above for the crew members to get their work done in their own space (though some might complain about the sleeping quarters' size). Above deck and in the sun was spacious. The mikan grove took up only a small portion of the long wooden floor while the rest was left open for equipment and games of all sorts.

Despite the eccentricities of the crew, there was some sort of routine that they found themselves in.

As the sun peaks over the sky, the cook is the first to stumble to the bathroom, often 'accidently' kicking the slumbering swordsman in the process. Too tired to put up much of a fight, the swordsman settles for whispered curses and promises of a slow, painful death. He shoves the brown toe from his nose, not worrying about the loud thunk and murmur from the sharpshooter next to him. With a grunt, he pushes himself off the ground. His head shifts from side to side and his shoulders role. Once all the muscles in his neck have stretched his shoulders have sufficiently cracked, he exits the room and heads straight for part of the ship designated for his daily training.

Sanji's movements down the hall alerts the archeologist in the female room and by the time Sanji comes out the bathroom and is freshened up, Robin is looking as lovely as ever, ready for her turn in the restroom. Sanji fawns over her briefly – for he's only been awake for a short time. Promises of delicious meals, sweets, drinks, and love flow from his mouth like honey. Robin nods politely, assures her anticipation, and enters the bathroom while Sanji prances into the kitchen.

The next to wake up is the doctor. Sanji's declarations of love are loud enough for his delicate ears to pick up. He yawns, stretching out his little hooves and digs into bone. He rubs his eyes, trying to brush away the sandman. When the beads are clear, his body shakes and the ruffled fur magically smooths down. He trots out of the room, adjusting his hat.

When he's gone, the musician stretches his bony arms, commenting quietly on how he would love muscles to stretch and chuckles at his own joke. He gets up to shuffle through his clothes. The shipwright and sharpshooter groan quietly, both wondering when Brook will tire of his ritual morning joke. The musicians chuckles again, perhaps at the same joke, perhaps at a new one, or perhaps he chuckles at the expensive of his crewmates before he exits the room.

Franky blearingly pushes himself up from the wooden wall while Ussop moves to a hunched over sitting position. They both look at each other for a moment. Silent messages, threats, and reasoning are transmitted via eye contact in a matter of seconds. And suddenly then they are both up, dashing to be the first to enter the bathroom. Franky can throw his massive weight around and block movement, but Ussop is an expert runner and dodger. It's an even match and ultimately, one rarely wins two days in a row. Waiting thirty minutes for the other to exit the bathroom is enough motivation to win for the next morning. Between the two of them, they spend more time getting ready for the day than the rest of the crew combined.

The navigator awakens to the sound of pounding feet and rough shoves against the wooden paneling. She promises painful deaths under her breath while she struggles to force herself out of her comfy bed. It isn't until she hears the call for breakfast that she can shove her toes out from beneath the cozy covers and into the cold air of her cabin.

At the cook's signal, the captain is awake in an instant. He bounds out of his hammock and opens the cabin door with such force it bangs on the wall. His hat finds its place on his head and Luffy skids to a stop in front of the kitchen entryway.

He lunges for his place at the table as though anyone would steal it. The captain will try at least once to get to the glistening food at the center of the table, but his cook will then stomp on his hand and scold the hyper boy, reminding him that they weren't to eat until all the ladies were present.

As always, the crew shuffles in one by one, all drawn in by the heavenly aroma of freshly baked food. They take their respected places at the table, but none attempt to go at their food until the last crew member graces them with her presence.

When she does come in, the ritual free for all begins. The navigator settles herself down, tying back her long orange hair. Sanji twirls over in a whirlwind of hearts and flowers. He presents the navigator with a plate of specially made eggs and toast. She accepts it with a smile and a twinkle in her green eyes. Sanji swoons,

"Good morning, my precious Mizu-chwan!"


Right… so, that was short and there wasn't any law or Nami – but I promise more will come clear in the next chapter. I have an unfortunate habit of flowing in an out of writing moods, so to remedy this, I DO have some chapters written out already before I posted this – so when I say it will come soon, I do mean it will come soon. In the meantime, I hope you hear from you all. (Because it will inspire me to write the chapters that aren't written ^_^)

Look forward to the next chapter!

See you next time, pirate