BOOM! went their vacation
written by A. E. Stover
this version is not edited
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Originally written for the One Piece drabble community at LiveJournal, with the prompt of "special" in mind.
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—CHAPTER TWO—
call alert
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A thundering sound rumbled through the forest.
Immediately, Nami whipped her head around to search for Zoro. He was some distance behind her, swallowed by the island's dense forest, and Nami had a feeling that the idiot swordsman was the cause of all this noise shaking up the forest. That feeling dissipated when she noticed the way the whole forest reacted.
Squawking birds and hissing snakes rustled the tops of trees as they scattered away. There was movement on land as well; beasts seemed to flicker through the bushes, their soft growls and grunts the only indication of their presence. The migration of the forest's animals gave off a foreboding message; there was something dangerous on the island.
"Nami."
At the sound of her name, she turned. Nami faced their crew's doctor, who had been quiet and tense from the moment they stepped into the forest. Nami had thought it was because Chopper was afraid of the tall tales Usopp had spun about the forest on their way to the island, but now she wasn't so sure.
Chopper was standing still and alert, as if anticipating the move of a hidden predator. "I think we should head back."
Should they? Nami didn't want to. The allure of a rare, one-of-a-kind gem hiding somewhere on an uncharted island was almost enough to keep her pushing forward and ignore their lost swordsman, their tense doctor. The emerald would come in handy, she knew; the price it could sell for, the trades she could make — she could squeeze the crew out of marine hands in the future, if she played her cards right.
As if to shatter her plans, a boom exploded from the other side of the island. A familiar crackling made Nami turn in time to see a dark purple stream of — of something crackling into the sky.
"That way... Nami! Our ship! That's—!"
Before Chopper could finish, an irate howl echoed over the island:
"You shitty piece of rubber! What did we tell you not to do?"
Nami and Chopper exchanged alarmed looks before bolting back to the ship. They could search for rare gems another day. Right now, they had to attend to a couple of rare gems of their own — their crew.
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