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BTW: If you're a Law and Order: CI fan I highly recommend LateNight Musing and More Musings by Robert Goren written by Traci. They are extremely funny and deserved to be read. They're like nothing I have ever seen and they make you think. So go read them, you won't regret it.


After scanning her shelves filled with books Nami finally came across one that looked promising. Pulling it out she flipped through a few pages and then tucked it under her arm. After a quick once over she concluded everything was in it's right place and left for the lounge with the hopes the her crewmates were all still in one piece.

Upon her return Nami wasn't too surprised to find Zoro tied down to a chair and gagged with Sanji and Usoop on either side of him. She paused for a moment in the doorframe and raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Shaking off the strange scene as normal Nami took a seat and reopened the book. "Well it turns out I did have a book after all."

"Glorious! I knew that you would find a way Miss Nami! Why your brilliance shines like my burning adoration for you!" Sanji sat next to the navigator and made a movement to put his arm around her shoulder.

She got up and walked over so she was standing next to Usoop. As she opened the book to the Table of Contents he peered over her shoulder. Waving her hand she started talking. "There must be thousands of different remedies in here. I still think we should just let the hiccups take their course."

"It looks like they're divided into sections. The first one is different foods that work. Another is full of different exercises. There's one that works on you breathing techniques. Then the last one is miscellaneous." The sharp shooter commented.

Snapping the book close Nami handed it over to Usoop. "Well there's your book I'm going down to my room. Keep it down up here I have to concentrate." She waved over her shoulder as she left the room.

Sanji looked over the book with Usoop. Reading through the first page he pointed to a few things. "We have the lemons and sugar but I think we're out of peanut butter and habanera peppers."

"I though I saw a whole new jar of peanut butter when I was looking for a snack the other day." Usoop looked at the cook.

"Really? That jar in the cabinet was getting close to empty when I looked at it last week. Are you sure it's the peanut butter you're thinking of?"

"The cabinet? I'm talking about the jar in the fridge."

"Why is there a jar of peanut butter in the fridge?"

"How should I know? You're the cook here. You're the one who organizes everything after we buy it. You tell me."

Sanji's hand flew to his forehead. "I let Luffy put away the supplies last time we ported. That idiot probably put it there. Though I can't think of how he got peanut butter and refrigerator in the same context."

Usoop shrugged. "This is Luffy we're talking about. Nobody really knows what goes on in his mind."

"Good point." Sanji continued to leaf through the book as he made his way out the door, heading towards the direction of the kitchen. Usoop flowed closely behind him. "Do we even have paper bags? I don't think I've ever bought any."

"I might have packed a few. They come in handy when you're collecting things." Usoop volunteered. They were nearly gone by now. "Though I can't help but think that we're forgetting something. Something important but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Forget about it. If you can't remember then it can't be that important to begin with."

The sharp shooter sighed. "I guess… but still…"

"Stop thinking and hurry up." Sanji and Usoop were gone. Well on their way to the kitchen and a cure for Luffy's hiccups.

Back in the lounge a furious Zoro was attempting to tear through his binds and gag. He was thrashing franticly and struggled to curse at his shipmates for leaving him behind. The sight of his sword caught his eyes. Shifting and thrusting he managed to move his chair and propel himself forward. Thoughts of slowly inflicting painful injuries to his comrades continually appeared.