I don't own one piece, unless my name is Eiichiro Oda. Which I'm sure it's not the case.
Sun.
The sun was nothing compared to her. To him, Nami resembled the flaming star.
Her smile looked brighter than it, and sometimes, her love for her friends could be as overwhelming as the damn fire ball.
Smell.
"You stink."
"Then go away, witch."
"And lose the best spot under the sun? Don't even dream about it, moron."
"Fine, then i will be the one leaving."
Nami watched Zoro's departing back. Maybe she will have to be more subtle unless she wanted him to walk away.
Smell part two.
Despite constantly complaining about his body odor, the navigator never ceased to wonder: Why she always ended next to the annoying swordsman?
Suspicion.
All the crew started to wonder why from a while towards now Zoro always had ink stains on his body.
Love.
With him the hours become shorter and, considering that they were in a boat, that was saying something.
So, that's it. My first attempt to write something in a foreign language. Please tell me if something is wrong with the story: OOC, spelling, verb tenses, etc. I will appreciate it a lot.
And let me know if you have suggestions.