Original Characters © Eiichiro Oda. Cover Art & Creative Story © shipfiend.

"Sample You" (Remix) – Mr Eazi feat. Lil Kesh

The night was crisp as Ace took in the stillness of the ocean water. Dark, mysterious, and yet, oh so inviting. He glanced at the woman beside him as she directed their attention over a hand-drawn map.

"The boats will be coming up by the time the sun rises, but if we don't use this rock formation, we'll be spotted. I need two teams of three men to take the boats on the left, while the rest of you force the anchors on the others."

The wind howled, and Ace watched the gooseflesh rise on her chest. Each pore getting traced by his eyes even on the dimly lit deck. "Remember boys…" she said as she strapped on her semiautomatic gun, "These are just for show. Get the people off the boats and then…"

"And then?" Ace chimed in. Hands in his shorts, his broad shoulders shrugging as he went along with her plan as if it was as simple as selecting a restaurant for dinner.

"And then…" she smirked, flicking her wrist his way, "I'm going to put you to work. Consider this a trial run."

"Trial?" Ace implored cheekily, tongue between his teeth as if he did not bite it, he would regret his words to the brash "Captain."

"Sample you," she said over her shoulder as she continued to prep. Ace watched her, his dark eyes following the long lines of her body. Her hair was out, fanning around her as the wind swept it up. It laid perfectly between her shapely shoulder blades that pulled back as she lifted heavy items almost easily. He would not say he was smitten, perhaps he was more so intrigued. Sea life was not for every person, but she wore it well. Their courses were set with a quick flick of her wide chocolate eyes to the sky as if the stars themselves spoke to her. She had an air of management or more precisely, control. Which surprised him the most as the men that surrounded her were not exactly the type that sweet young ladies took home unless it was to piss off the authoritative men in their lives. And yet, she could cull a storm with a swing of her wide hips and a sharp point of an index finger. Which she was currently pointing at him.

"Look here, Fire Fist. Call me Captain or don't, but when I speak to you, I demand a response."

Ace rolled his shoulders back, taking in the way her mouth moved methodically with the movement. Her eyebrows were knit, but the blush that powdered her freckled cheeks made them almost edible. "Give a guy some credit…I did just come aboard, and you are quite…distracting."

Nami tucked a hair behind her ear, and Ace wondered if her skin felt as soft as it looked. "You're the one coming in here with your swagger…acting like you are completely ready."

As the sunlight peeked upon the horizon, Ace grinned in the direction that the men were now driving small watercrafts towards. "They don't call me Fire Fist for fun."

He quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket and flicked a match on with his calloused thumb. Nami rolled those big eyes of hers and Ace did not keep the laugh back as she sauntered to the edge of the ship. Her hips rolled onto the bar and he watched expectantly as she gripped the bar, leaned forward and smiled. "I'll be watching your performance then."

With that, she swung back and like a graceful dancer, rolled over the edge of the boat into what Ace could only expect was a waiting motorboat.

Ace stretched his muscles and grinned, "Bout time I got some fun."

Nami felt the pulse of her blood in every vein and artery as if she could see the pumping blood underneath her fair skin that was getting tanner each day. She took in the scene before her, men of various sizes and widths were all tied up.

Her men came from behind her and dropped a case before her feet. Nami used her heeled boot to launch the cover-up and over her head. The oval pills were blue and red checker design and Nami dragged her fingers through it. "Last time, I thought dumping the shipments into the ocean was more than enough. But…" she gripped the hard capsules, "Turns out that that's not good for the environment and these damn things are waterproof."

She continued her pacing as the large gun swung to her back. She directed her statement to the angry and defeated crew. "You should have followed the lead of the others and jumped ship…but I understand that your employer is not a forgiving man…so, I will give you one last warning."

Nami crouched down, a foot away from one of the men. Her brown fringed boots almost tickled his barefoot, but it looked like the lot of them were distracted at her thighs as her barely-there checkered skirt gave them a full view of something many of them had not seen in a few months. She pulled at the sleeves of her light blue turtleneck that cut of at her midriff. A long strand of orange-red hair hung out of her bun as she pursed her lips. "Get off the fucking boat…or I'll blow you all to kingdom come."

The men quickly adjusted their views from her open legs to the sea and almost like a comedy sketch, they flung themselves off the ship. Nami straightened herself as her own men shivered.

"Captain…we can…we can trust that this guy won't blow us up, too? Right?" One man asked her wearily.

She looked over her shoulder with a smile and with a thumb and index making an "okay" sign, she motioned them to their own crafts. Nami looked once more at the open box of pills, making sure to stick a clay object with wires jutting out of it right into the center.

As she jumped over the edge, strong firm arms caught her and Nami was suddenly surprised as the holder tightened his muscles as he held her to him. "You ready for a show?"

Nami snorted as she quickly found her footing and pushed off him. "You better be worth all this trouble." She joked as Ace flicked his thumb over his nose with another one of his smirks, bringing freckled cheeks upward and away from that godforsaken strong jawline.

As the driver propelled them forward, Nami caught herself by clutching a railing before she found herself pressed against the unnecessarily un-clothed man yet again. She heard an audible chuckle and quickly told the driver to stop them a few meters away. She did not care if the original crew members were clear. As far as she was concerned, she gave them a warning. Those who did not move quickly enough were not on her conscious.

Ace pulled up a little object in his hand and looked down at her, "Ready?"

Nami nodded and braced herself for the backlash of wind and waves, but as Ace pushed the button, nothing happened. It was a few more seconds of Ace hitting the small object against his palm and grumbling to himself.

"We aren't that far away…" he began.

Nami pinched the bridge of her nose and turned to him, "I knew you were too-"

Boom! The cry from Nami was nearly drowned out by Ace whopping a loud, "Fuck yeah!"

She had nearly been tossed off the small craft as her other men stared at the smoldering ruins with wide and fearful eyes. Ace looked down at her as she slowly lifted herself back up, coughing from the debris that the wind was drafting their way.

"Damn it, Ace! Give me a fucking warning!" Ace held onto his hat and licked his lips, tasting his handiwork carried by the salty sea air.

"But you look so cute when you're surprised." He leaned in and Nami felt the heat off his face, surely from his running around preparing his explosions, but Nami was not quite sure anymore. "What? Surprised it's so big?"

Nami shoved a quick hand in his face as she directed them to go back to their own ship. "As if. It's a safety concern."

The wind whipped around them as Nami quickly took her palm from his lips. She swore he had licked her hand, but she was not about to ask him. Just when she thought she could climb up the ladder back to the deck, he just had to get his last word in.

Pressed against her back, hands carefully and dutifully in his pockets. "Don't worry. I always use protection."

Fuck me in the ass! If Nami claimed she gracefully and calmly climbed up, she was a damned liar. Besides as the men around her watched her scurry up like a squirrel that had its tail set on fire, they held in their laughter. Between their newest pyromaniac crewmember and their Captain, also given the nickname of the Sea Witch, they were not about to rock the boat lest they all capsize.

As quickly as she could, she shouted off directions for them to gather their supplies and raise the anchor. The most important part of all this was them getting away. The Sea Witch was fast, but they needed to go back to hiding. Nami was fully aware that with radio silence, she could not rely on Robin or anyone else to give her direction. She needed to handle this on her own.

She unloaded the gun and brought it over her head as she set it aside with their other equipment. Ace came up onto the deck after her, proudly high fiving and grinning to her ragtag team of pirates. Yes, I am a modern-day pirate. If Nami could have known that at nearly 20 she'd be a damn pirate destroying trade routes and hiding in the vast oceans, she would have slapped herself silly.

Nami took the reigns of the steering wheel and sighed. This is just temporary. It is a means to an end, she chanted to herself. Suddenly she felt those charcoal eyes ignite their gaze on her and Nami quickly blurted out a response to distract herself. "Get everything secure…and we'll open the good alcohol tonight!"

The crew shouted in joy and Nami found herself smiling, almost, but quickly swallowed it as she was aware of her stalker. Is he trying to fuck with me…cause damn it? No, Nami. No. Focus.F-o-c-u-s.

Ace was weary at first. Not that he did not take adventure at the horns and ride it until he was satisfied. But he was on a mission, one he would certainly not forget quickly. Teach was apparently headed to Banaro Island, and though this detour known now as Nami was not the quickest way…Ace would be lying if he did not find this entertaining.

Not that he made it a habit of arson, but piracy was fun. Also, Nami was not as villainous as she made herself up to be. Though she ran her ship with an iron fist, she also did ensure their safety. He quickly found that she was as frugal as she was attractive, but she would reward her crew with things like celebrations such as the one they were about to have.

If he did not know any better, he could have sworn she smiled at their joy. It is a cute smile. However, Ace was still curious about her intentions. As far as he could absorb from the other crew members, she came in like a gust of wind and swept them in with a promise of money and adventure, the former being the prime reason many of them were there. She was also easy on the eyes, even with her wrathful nature. A true sea witch if Ace could even imagine any. Yet the purpose, the reason she was destroying shipments of what Ace could only recognize as illegal substances were beyond him. Whitebeard never got his hands dirty with such low life crimes like drugs or weapons dealing. Nami seemed to be aware of his title and his background, but Ace was ever inquisitive in hers.

Having an open relationship with Marco also had its perks, even if Ace was not intending to do anything. Nevertheless, the way Nami would turn away from him kept him chasing. He'd get it out of her one way…or another. Or until he got to Banaro. Whichever came first…and if he was honest, he hoped she came first. Can't hurt to try.

A quick flash of white teeth and she was already handing the steering wheel to another, making her way to her quarters. You can run, Nami…but you can't hide. He took a pitcher from one of the men and drank, ready for the journey before him.

A/N: Well, well, well. Yes. In my honest opinion, Ace can get it. Everywhere. With whomever. He's that good. And fact: this song is all about that insidious thought process. Credit it being sexually frustrated, but I let my thoughts flow for this. Let ya'll get a taste of SOMETHING.

Will they? Won't they? We'll have to see. Nami's got something to hide…and Ace is bi-curious. Hahaha, jokes. But also, yes.

Don't worry, kiddos, ZoNa is still OTP – so fan yourself from this heat and let's get a moving. We got some pieces to bring together. Buckle up, buttercup…we bout to ride out.

XoXo shipfiend

P.S. The outfit Nami wears here is from the "Episode of Luffy". Side note…how much you want Nami to have a birthday celebration with Ace? Me? Yes. Okay. Done. I wasn't even thinking about it, but ugh, it is too enticing. #birthdaysex? Yes. Maybe. No. Maybe;P