She glanced back at the street as the wind rustled her hair and blew autumn leaves across her vision. The dimly lit street grinned at her, the flickering streetlights the eyes and the cobblestone pathwalks arranged into an eerie semblance of a smile.

Shuddering away from the sight, Nami resumed looking at the path that lay ahead of her. She pulled in her dark green jacket closer to her chest as the chill nipped at her. Her long orange hair unanchored, left to billow in the winds, across her eyes and to the side. She could still see, no seeing was not the problem, she just wanted to reach her destination.

"Why in the great thunder did she have to move to this part of the island", Nami grumbled to herself as the wind continued to buffet her with that unnatural howl that only wind can make. Despite being proud to call herself a 'weather maker', Nami found that on this island she could do little that could over power the islands natural weather.

The island of Sveetlough, a small island enroute to the meeting spot. The island was about 2 days travel away from her meeting spot with the rest of the crew and to be fair a bit out of the way from the direct path. Ordinarily, Nami would never steer off her navigation but she had encountered a chance message from one of her crewmates.

It happened after Nami dropped down from the sky island and was calibrating her compass to a small tradepost island. A large ship happened to sail past. As Nami joined the onlookers to witness the sail of such a large ship not commonly seen in the parts, she saw a glint of reflection upon the ship. Binoculars or a monoscope she supposed. The glint appeared again and though bright it was that morning, Nami could make out the faint silhouette of a woman apparently facing towards her. There was a splash near the ship and a ripple appeared through the water. A minute later a female's hand broke the surface of the water near Nami's feet. Nami was startled of course, she yelped and jumped back. The hand was smooth, pale white and holding a small bottle within its fist.

Getting over her shock Nami reached down to grab the bottle from the hand. She took it and as she was withdrawing her reach, the hand grabbed onto Nami's free hand. The hand felt supple and warm despite it reaching out from the frigid waters of the sea. The fingers danced across Nami's palm and wrist, tenderly massaging the inside of her palm. Nami felt the tickle of the delicate fingers on her palm and she giggled a little. The hand slowly let go of Nami's hand and brushed its fingers lightly as it withdrew into the sea again. The ripples receded into the sea and finally to the ship. Nami stood staring at the ship grow smaller, her left hand holding the bottle, her right hand to her chest. For some reason when she had felt the tickle, she had alarmingly also felt a sensation quite like adrenaline resulting in her cheeks becoming slightly hot.

"Robin...", she whispered as the ship disappeared into the horizon.

"The note said that she would be staying somewhere in this area", Nami's thoughts scattered with her eyes as they glanced around to find a semblance of recognition.

"Look for the arched angel statue it said, ah could that be it?", Nami walked closed to a small granite statue dimly illuminated by the street lights. It was upon a small pedestal towering a good five feet above Nami. It depicted a nude curvy female figure with her legs crossed at the thighs and her torso turned slightly away from the direction of the legs. The figure was bent over backwards by a significant angle thus the torso turn. The ample breasts carved beautifully as being in limbo, undecided upon which side they should lean more. The face of the statue itself a masterpiece for Nami felt warm inside as she admired the open lipped, closed eyed face. A look of ecstasy carved. Stone wings shot straight to the sky enveloping the attractive figure. A thin shawl carved between the statues legs the only garment on this stone woman.

"Damn, that's a nice rack..What am I thinking? It's a statue! Of course, some pervert must've enjoyed carving this and then stroking himself afterward"

Nami returned to look at her surroundings, though she kept glancing at the statue's legs from time to time. She tried to figure out where Robin might be but to no avail. Sighing she turned to look back at the statue unconsciously, her eyes resting between the statues legs.

"Where is Robin? That woman is late. And What am I staring at?"

As she thought this, a hand appeared from behind the statue and with its fingers started going over the area between the legs of the statue. Slow centric circles upon the stone pelvis. Easing up and down in a slow purposeful manner, as if to somehow get beneath the stone shawl.

Nami gasped and giggled. She always did like Robin's silent sort of humour. Nami smirked.

"So thats how she wants to play it eh", she walked up to the statue took out her mini staff and managed to quickly create a small cloud in front of the statue. Upon her action, the cloud dispensed its cold water upon the roving hand.

The hand jerked away from the statue as the water hit it and instantly disappeared as Nami laughed, "Guess you didn't like it that wet, Haha!"

A tall woman garbed in blue and black stepped out from the other side of the pavilion the statue was in. She was dressed in a blue deep cut leather jacket that showed enough of the plentiful chest barely hidden. Her lower garment, a black wrap that rested just above her shins, it shimmered in the wind and one could still make out the well carved legs under it. Her shoes thick black heels with an open toe and thin spaghetti straps on the ankle.

Nami grinned as she saw Robin appear and flick water off her hand.

"Hello Nico Robin"

Robin looked at her and narrowed her eyes a bit.

"First you get my hand wet and then to aggravate me call me by my full name!", Robin's silky voice carried across to Nami.

"I suppose you are a bit mad at me NICO Robin, but it is your fault for making me come out in this windy weather"

Robin looked at Nami her eyes still narrow, and then smiled. A twinkle reaching her eyes and causing Nami some uneasiness.

"Where are my manners, of course Nami, I ask you to meet me out here and I don't even take care of my guest. Come lets go to my lodging, I shall take good care of you", with that Robin gestured and turned away. She started walking away from the pavilion and into a side street, her hips oscillating ever so slightly to mesmerize. As Nami watched Robin's sarong compliment her curvaceous glutes, she sighed.

"I may be in trouble here", she looked back at the statue as she was about to leave, "Sorry statue, but I think Robin's legs outmatch yours"

As the statue remained in its seductive arch, Nami hurried away, and drops of water rolled from the crevice between the statues leg and rolled down the left thigh.

Hours later she gasped in exhaustion as the blue tinge in the room gave her a sense of unnatural vertigo. She just lay on her back as the sweat on her brow fell down the sides of her head. Her long hair was a splay of red upon the velvet green bedcover. Her voluptuous bare legs were lying flat upon the bed, incidentally, facing towards the side where the head pillow rests. And between her legs she found her mini weather staff resting its head against her left thigh. The pillow itself was atop her, barely covering her well-endowed right breast leaving the left one to proudly face towards the ceiling with its petite nipple. Nami's naked body glistened with sheen of sweat well-earned.

She wondered in alarm, "What just happened?"