Second chapter! A little shorter this time, though. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece


Both Chopper and Sanji stared at me as I sat in the chair and delved further into my memory. Like most people, I was fairly certain I had a name. Now what was it? "I…don't remember," I said again, disbelieving. I hadn't hit my head in that fall, had I?

Sanji and Chopper shared a look that I couldn't quite decipher, before Sanji spoke again. "That's okay, I'm sure it'll come back to you eventually. You do seem to have had quite a shock, after all." He took a drag from his cigarette. "Tell you what, when we go upstairs I'll make something hot for you to drink. That ought to help."

At another mention of the upper decks, I shook my head adamantly. Maybe, I thought, if I could crawl back up those boxes, I would be able to make it to the ceiling and come out through my living room floor. As I pictured this I began to giggle. I really was going bonkers.

"What's wrong?" Chopper jumped off the chair and away from me, brown eyes wide. "What's the matter with you?" It seemed that, after he had finished with my arm, he had gone right back to being afraid of me.

Sanji rolled his one visible eye at the deer and stood from the cot. "Come on," he said. "Let's go back to the kitchen. I'm sure Luffy'll be wanting his lunch soon." He stretched his arms before motioning to us to follow him.

I sat still, thinking hard. If I couldn't remember my name, which was frightening enough, I could at least try to dig up as much as I knew about these fictional characters to help me through this dream.

Luffy, the loony teenager with the straw hat, and the captain of this ship. Check. Chopper the deer-doctor, and Sanji the chef. The latter was also an excellent martial artist, despite his play-boy looks. Check.

I put my face in my hands and tried to ignore the madness of what I was doing. It didn't feel like a very big ship, so I had to assume this 'episode' was an earlier one. I was a little impressed with myself for being able to think rationally, despite the fact that none of this was rational to begin with, and continued the mental list.

With those three down, that left Nami the navigator, Ussop the cowardly sniper, Robin the eerily calm and deadly archeologist, and… I groaned out loud. The swordsman. Of all the people on this ship, he was probably the one I was least interested in running into. Taking into account the new information that Chopper was actually a doctor and Sanji was really as lecherous as he seemed on screen, I could just about bet Roronoa Zoro was as lethal as I remembered his character being. It was not a comforting thought. "Dammit."

Sanji was standing by the door with the deer when I finally raised my head, both of them looking at me expectantly. "Aren't you coming?"

"Do I have a choice?" I muttered, standing as slowly as I possibly could and moving toward the corridor, as if my shoes were made of lead instead of cheap fabric.

As I followed the two through a door at the end of the short hall and up a wooden ladder, I tried again to remember my name. How was it that I still knew everything about these people, still had a good grip on a form of cognitive process, and still couldn't remember my own name? I was beginning to panic again when we reached a set of stairs that led up to a square of light. Slightly familiar voices drifted down to where I had paused at the bottom and I turned my attention toward surviving my own imagination.

Chopper ran up the stairs and spilled through the horizontal door, out of my line of sight. Sanji followed at a slower pace. I crept up behind him, crouching low to keep most of me hidden until I could establish my surroundings a little better. It was just one room, with shelves of books on one side and a kitchen space on the other. A door was set into the wall to the right, firmly closed, and a long table with benches sat near the kitchen counters. There was a pole-type thing, too, the top of it in the shape of some grotesque sheep looking creature, coming right out of the middle of the floor.

The Going Merry. I was actually inside the Going Merry.

I bit back another frustrated sound as all remaining doubt as to my current position was wiped from my mind.

But it was the table that was taking up most of my attention. Or rather, the people sitting at the table. Four pairs of curious eyes were staring at me as I rose slowly out of the trap door and into view. It was incredibly intimidating. I was about to back away down the stairs when Sanji reached down and took my elbow in a gentle but strong grip, successfully halting my retreat and pulling me into the room completely.

"This," he said, maintaining his hold so I couldn't escape, "is our new guest. Unfortunately the young lady doesn't seem to remember her name, or how she found her way onto the Merry, but-"

"Are you a mermaid?" the black-haired kid with a straw hat cut in. He was sitting on the bench with his entire body pointed at me, nearly bouncing in excitement. This must be Luffy.

"A- what?" I stammered. The hell was wrong with this boy? "Why would you think that?"

"Well," Luffy continued as though explaining simple logic to a child. "We're in the middle of the Grand Line, no one else could have made it all the way out here unless they could swim really fast. Or fly," His dark, irrepressible gaze roved over my shoulders, looking for, I assumed, something resembling wings.

This was getting ridiculous, and I was no closer to home than I had been when I found myself below the deck of a ship on a TV show. "Of course I can't fly," I said, more harshly than I had meant to. "And do I look like a mermaid to you?"

The captain with the straw hat laughed and turned away from me. "Don't know," he said. "Never seen one before." He looked to Sanji, who had left my side a few seconds before and was now standing in the kitchen area. "When's lunch?"

"And that's about as much of an attention span as our captain has," the orange-haired girl, Nami, directed her words to me with a wave. "Well, you don't look very dangerous," she assessed. "In fact, you look scared out of your mind. Why don't you come sit down, before you fall over?"

I hesitated for a moment, hovering between the two doors in the room. Coming to the conclusion that I couldn't escape very far on a ship anyway, I moved cautiously over to the bench nearest the doors, facing the wall. Sitting down beside the girl, I was finally able to start taking in the characteristics of the people around me. Nami was cute, in a wide-eyed way, carrot orange hair falling just short of her shoulders. She was looking at me with an unexpected sympathy as I sat at the table and shivered.

"You must be cold," she acknowledged. "We're in the Autumn waters, after all. Ussop," Nami cut her eyes toward the young man sitting across from her, "go down to the study and grab that blue blanket. The one hanging on the chair." She turned back to me with a smile. "Don't worry, we'll get you fixed up and then figure out what to do from there, okay?"

I was barely listening to her as I stared at Ussop. I couldn't help it. His nose was long, and his mouth wide. The bandana tied around his hair held most of the curls down but it still stuck out at an odd angle, and beneath his brown overalls he was wearing a lime green long-sleeved shirt. He scowled at Nami but got up anyway and moved around the table, disappearing through the trap door without a word.

"So, you don't remember your name?" The woman sitting beside Luffy looked at me with startling blue eyes framed by midnight hair. Her pale skin and flat nose gave her the look of a mythological goddess, but her eyes scared me. They were too knowing, too sharp.

"Robin," I vocally identified her without thinking, realizing my mistake a second too late.

Robin appeared taken aback for a moment, then smoothed her features out into a stoic mask again. "And yet, you apparently know mine." Her piercing eyes studied me with renewed interest.

"And mine," Sanji added as he came around the table and set a cup of dark, steaming liquid in front of me. I glared at it suspiciously and kept my hands in my lap. What if it was poisoned?

Sanji seemed to know what I was thinking and smiled. "Relax," he told me, "there's nothing wrong with it."

"I'll drink it!" Luffy piped from down the table, and stretched his arm out, and out, further than should've been humanly possible to grab the cup by it's handle and pull it away to stop in front of him, sloshing a bit over the sides.

"Luffy, stop!" Sanji ordered angrily. He grabbed the captain's wrist to keep him from downing the contents of the cup. "That's not for you!"

I couldn't help it. Although I had been almost expecting something like that, seeing it for myself was almost too much for my over-wrought mind to take in. I shrieked and fell back with enough force to throw me away from the bench, tumbling toward the floor at an frightening speed. Sanji and Luffy looked up and Nami made to move toward me, brown eyes widened in alarm.

"Hey-!"

I grabbed at the edge of the table but was too slow and my fingers missed by inches as I toppled off the bench, waiting for impact. A large, warm hand was between my shoulder blades before I knew it, preventing me from hitting the hard surface for the second time in an hour. Slowly, deliberately, I raised my eyes up, passed a white shirt and broad chest and into the tanned, scowling face of Roronoa Zoro.

Uh, oh.