Previously:

Monkey D. Luffy and his crew were imprisoned in a celestial dragon's personal prison. With no hope of escape, they meet a girl. She is a personal slave of a celestial dragon. She plans to make a great escape, and bring everyone with her. She takes everyone's punishments, so when they finally go back to their homes and families, they won't have physical scars and be hated. After seeing her kindness and her strength, Monkey D. Luffy has decided that (Y/n) is going to join the crew...

The door creaked open and everyone turned their gazes towards the beaten woman being thrown down the steps.

"I'm done with you for tonight." said the man at the top of the stairs. He slammed the door, causing everyone to jump slightly. Everyone stared at the woman known as (y/n) and Ms. (y/n). She had many new bruises and many new gashes and slight cuts. Her skull was bleeding slightly, and her wrists showed proof of handcuffs and rope. She got up and put on a smile for everyone and said, "Sorry I took long!" she chuckled and went over to the crappy medical supplies that she used last time and repeated the process. That smile...it broke the straw hat's hearts. Especially Nami's, Robin's, and Luffy's. Nami had known what it was like, to be forced to work for someone who she uterly despised.

Having to put on that fake smile, so she wouldn't be hurt...or even worse, so her friends in Cocoyashi Village wouldn't get hurt. But, (y/n)'s smile, it was different. She wasn't afraid of being beaten if that smile were to faid...she smiled so everyone else could be happy and not worry. She smiled not for herself...but for them.

Another tear rolled down Nami's cheek and the shade of Luffy's hat covered his eyes. Robin's eyes were glassed over, trying to keep herself from crying. After (y/n) repeated her cheap healing, she set down her pillow and tried to go to sleep. But the cuts stung against the ice cold cement, and the bruises ached from the hardness.

Everyone knew she was in pain, but she never showed it. She never let anyone see her pain because they needed to be strong.

Your P.O.V.

"Ms...(y/n)." said Hannah. I sat up and gave her another warm smile.

"Yes, Hannah?"

"Well, why do you always smile?" That hit me hard. Why do I always smile?

"I don't know." It's because I want you guys to smile!

"Ms. (y/n). Please, it's okay to show your pain!" yelled Henry who sat three children down from Hannah. Pain...I don't even know what pain is anymore.

"But, I don't have any pain." I stated. Why are the children crying?

"Uh, d-did I say something to make you children sad!? I'm sorry! What can I do to make it better!?"

"JUST CRY!" they yelled in unison. Cry. Pain. I don't understand.

"Please...just stop crying. You need to sleep. Our escape is tomorrow. Everyone needs to be in top shape. Good night, sweet dreams." I laid back down on my small and uncomforatable pillow and dozed off for the night, waiting.

Nami's P.O.V.

(Y/n). I only know the pain of having to work for someone against my will. But you...you have it worse than I ever did. You must be one of the strongest people on earth. You have a kind soul, strong mind, and a strong body. You smile even when you need to cry, for them. For the prisoners, for the slaves...for us. I'm glad you'll be joining our crew, we'll get along. Just please. Please. Stop hurting yourself!

Third Person P.O.V.

As (y/n) dozed off, Nami was crying, Robin had a few tears slip past her eyes, Luffy's eyes were covered by the shade of his hat, Zoro looked pissed, Usopp looked sad, Sanji looked like he was ready to take on Akainu and Black Beard at the same time, Chopper was balling, Franky was alaso balling, and Brook had a stunned look on his skull. On top of that, all of the straw hats, had a dark aura surrounding them.

The next morning Luffy was the first one up. He noticed (y/n) wasn't there anymore. He was scanning the room when he noticed she was walking down the steps with a bunch of bowls. She walked up to him and smiled warmly.

Luffy's P.O.V.

(Y/n) was walking down the stairs holding several bowls. She walks up to me with a sweet smile. She places two bowls in front of me. Food and Water.

"I'm really sorry. But tonight we'll make our break, okay? I promise I'll get everyone out of here even if I die." she said. Die. No way. She can't die. She won't die. I won't let that happen.

"You aren't dieing." I said.

"Well, I might, y'never know." she shrugged her shoulders.

"How can you be so calm when it comes to your own death, but a whip on one person makes you flip out. You need to care for yourself too." She's just staring at me now.

"T-Thank you." she said softly. She slowly walked around the room placing the bowls for everyone else. The door opened exposing that Luca guy.

"Awe my kitty isn't up yet? Too bad. I guess I'll just have to play with my dog." He gave (y/n) a look that pissed me off. He slowly walked down the steps and put his index finger and his thumb to where they are holding her chin. He leaned in and licked the side of her face and shoved her to the ground. He pinned her down and started to grind himself into her. That. Pissed. Me. Off.

"Get the hell off of me!" she yelled.

"Mm...nah, I think I'll stay and play." He gave her a smile that sent chills up my spine. I started yanking at the sea prism stone shackles that were around my wrists and ankles. No use.

"Oh, trying to escape...are we? I'll just have to teach you a lesson." He got off of her and started walking towards me. He pulled out a spiked glove and slipped it over his right hand. He balled his hand into a fist and got ready to strike. I closed my eyes, ready for the impact of the spiky glove across my face...but it never came. Why not? I opened my eyes to see (Y/n) on the floor, her face...bleeding. That son of a bitch HIT her!

"DAMMIT! YOU WORTHLESS MUTT! STOP TAKING PEOPLE'S PUNISHMENTS!" he yelled. Wait...she took the hit. Why? He starts kicking her. She coughs up blood.

"GOD DAMMIT! STOP HITTING HER!" I yelled.

"N-no. Let him. It won't matter anyways." She said in a weak and fragile voice. It hurt when she said that. She's giving me such a warm and sweet smile, trying to tell me that she's alright. I KNOW SHE ISN'T! She's...she's being too strong. It hurts to see her like this. Carrying everyone's well being on her shoulders. I wonder how long she's been here. It's like a knife into the gut to even imagine it, and it's like a knife into the heart to even wonder what they've even done to her.

"STOP HITTING MY NAKAMA!" I yelled, clearly pissed.

"Nakama? No. This girl right here..." he trailed off and pulled her hair and lifted her head to where she was eye level with me then continued, "she has no nakama. She was never loved. No one liked her. When we found her, she had no family. She was living in the woods as a petty thief. She is, and forever will be, alone."

"Alone..." the shade was covering my eyes, "alone...she isn't alone anymore."The man raised an eyebrow at me, and (y/n) was looking confused and sad.

"She has my crew and I. We all have grown to care about her. She...is our nakama."