Sooo it took me a while to translate chapter 1 but here it is. Again, I own nothing of One Piece. And please note that english isn't my native language so please forgive me my mistakes (but feel free to show them to me!) and also note that I use most of the time the german names of the characters (Zorro and not Zoro or Ruffy instead of Luffy for e.g.) - I grew up with these names so I feel comfortable to use them that way.

Have fun reading!

Update: major and minor grammar mistakes

Water Seven – the morning after the party and the victory in Enies Lobby.

Headaches.

That was the first thing he registred when he awoke. But well... one couldn't really talk about 'being awake'. He just slipped slowly into a state he could barely compare to 'being awake'.

The damn headaches.

Slowly he opened his eyes just to close them again right when the bright morning light hit them.

The party, of course... the party at the Galeera Company pool, the party the Strawhats threw for everyone. There must've been a lot of alcohol that evening.

Again he opend his eyes slowly.

Pauly hadn't the tiniest idea where he was, why he was there and what the heck happend last night. His eyes dropped onto an ashtray standing on a desk just an armlenge away from him. Two dead cigars and a lot of ash could be seen there.

He tried to remember something.

His glance wandered further: there were his googles with the orange glasses and the part of a Galeera-rope.

Hadn't these two trainofficiers from the Blue Station appeared last night? Pauly scratched his head tired like he hoped it would help him remember a thing. They'd gratulated him glowingly to something, but he just couldn't remember what happend after. Goddammit, when was the last time he had a memory-loss like this?

He nearly closed his eyes again with the idea to sleep the rest of the day, but then his eyes catched something on the desk – and all of a sudden he was full awake. He opened his eyes wide in surprise and a slight panic and stared and the thing between far to much empty rum bottles.

It was the top of a white bikini with black points on it. And Pauly hadn't the slightest notion to whom it could belong; but this didn't stop him from getting a red face.

Slowly the shipwright became concious of where he was. He was laying on the couch of his small flat and also the wollen blanked belonged to him and at the moment he had drawn it over his head. For one he could get away from the annoying sunlight. But second this way he didn't need to see the tiny piece of cloth on the table...

It seemed like a good idea to crawl under the blanked, stay there and let the last night be forgotten in this foggy memories. Well, why not... maybe the Bikinitop would also disapear somehow. Of course this was a ridiculous illusion, but this way he avoided to think about what he had done in this night and more important: with whom.

But fate wasn't nice to the blonde shipwright. Just at this moment he realised, that he'd heared the muffled noise of water all the time. And he just realised it now because the noise stopped.

Not far away from the Galeera-building, where the blonde shipwright with the huge memorie-loss has awaken, there were also other people around, who were awake.

Sanji was allready moving around in the kitchen of the guest-suite that Iceburg has given the pirates. Nico Robin also sat on a table since the early morning and red a book. The rest of the crew was still sleeping. Parts in the building, parts all over the whole place. Zorros green hair could be seen between a lot of empty beer-barrels where he was snoring in peace. And Ruffy seemed to prefer a table over a bed.

"Robin-Sweety I have something for you!" chirped the lovedrunken chef and brought the black-haired beauty a fruit cocktail. "Here my dear. I mixed a Good-morning-drink for you and Nami." Nico Robin nodded gratefully. Frowning Sanji looked out the window, the other glass still in his hand.

"Hm. I just wonder where Nami is! She's usually already up at this time ... and after she drank the Franky Family and some of the Galeera people under the table, she needs this vitamin punch!" Sanji had to confess that he was a little worried. It wasn't usual for Nami to sleep that long - party or not. That was more likely to this stupid marimo and the captain ...

Sanji looked with amorous eyes to the archaeologist, still standing. "Say Robin... you might have seen her somewhere?" The black-haired womend looked up from her book. A few seconds she looked at Sanji with a questioning expression before she shook her head and answered him.

"No, I'm sorry, Sanji. But I'm sure she's okay." She lowered her gaze to her book, but rather to hide a knowing smirk as to read further.

However, Sanji had no eyes for this. He sighed briefly and unhappy and finally went outside.

"Naaaamiii!", Robin heard the chef at the pool singing. She still had to smile. He wouldn't find Nami very fast...

Hot water flowed over bright porcelain skin and orange hair.

Nami looked down at her feet. If it was up to her, she would stay an eternity under the shower but she hated it too much, when the skin of her fingers was wrinkled and even if she wanted to, she could not stay in here forever.

While she enjoyed the long shower, she had been thinking about various escape plans. Running away immediately upon waking would've been the wisest. But her hair, her smell and everything would reveal too much, especially to Sanji and Robin, who weren't as naive as Ruffy and Chopper ...

And therefore a shower had to be.

Nami could barely remember anything from last night. She remembered that she defeated Tilestone and eventually even Zanbai in drinking duel and only a few opponents were left then, among them Pauly and Zorro. From there her memories were shrouded in thick fog and whenever she tried to shed some light into this darkness, her headaches began to transform themself from a dull, annoying sensation to a painful hammering.

But Nami was not stupid. Maybe she couldn't remember the events of the night, but she woke up this morning almost unclothed on Pauly's chest.

With this thought she made a whining sound and put her hand on her forehead. Nami could just hope that he and she have been too drunk so nothing could have happened, what they would regret.

Of course she had much fun in all these weeks in Water Seven when she provoked Pauly as often as possible with her provocative clothing styles. It was in fact every time awesome to see the despair in the eyes of this man who'd repeatedly declared angry and red-faced that she should'nt wear short skirts in a shipyard where only men worked. She should wear long pants and a turtleneck! Finally there was still propriety and due to women like her the society went to hell!

The thought made Nami giggle softly. That was devilish funny every time. But this ... she had never intended.

Deep in thoughts the navigator turned off the water and took a towel. Maybe she got lucky and Pauly wasn't even awake ... then she could sneak out of the house and everything (well almost everything) would be fine. At least for her. And when they encountered one another the next time, she would simply put on an innocent smile and pretend to know nothing. She was good at this!

However there was still a problem. She'd not found her bikini top. This interrelated certainly together with the fact that she'd fled to the bathroom pretty fast, pretty panicked and pretty quiet after waking. But it was impossible to disappear here topless and with what she'd chosen as makeshift clothes, she didn't want to get back to friends.

After Nami had dried herself, she pulled on the panties of her bikini and a sleeveless shirt, which reached almost to her knees. It was orange, had violet stripes on the collar and didn't belong to her.

Carefully she opened the door and tiptoed out of the bath. Nami could move completely silent, if she wanted to. After all she'd been a thief and burglar long years of her young life. She would probably slipped out undetected of the apartment and was thereby even able to collect the lost part of her bikini, without waking Pauly. But unfortunately there was an impediment, because ...

Pauly was awake.

As Nami had sneaked a few steps from the bathroom to the living room, he stared at her directly. Thunderstruck, she stopped and stared back. A drop of water had enough time to move away from a strand of her hair and fall to the ground, until one of them showed a reaction.

"Y-you shameless woman!" Pauly cried and sat up abruptly, the blanket slipped from his body. "What's gotten into you, walking around half naked in my own home? Don't you have any shame?"

Nami should have known. Nothing else occurred to him, no good morning or at least some shy stuttering.

The young woman smiled wryly and looked arrogant at him, hands on her hips. "Half Naked, yes? Says the right one..." she purred. A split second the blonde looked at her questioningly, but then it seemed to click in his head. He looked down at himself, saw that he was wearing nothing else than his shorts and pulled quasi instantly the blanket up to his chin.

It was incredibly easy to get him out of the socket, Nami stated satisfied. But she also noticed that the half-naked Pauly was quite appealing and she found herself to regret that he'd immediately pulled the blanket over his body. He was ultimately one of the best shipwrights of the entire Galeera, also a very strong fighter... his body was steeled accordingly and- Nami broke the thought off immediately when she registered what the thought was about.

"Then give me back my shirt" Pauly growled with downcast eyes and held out his hand demanding his cloth. Nami sighed annoyed. "As you wish..." she said in an innocent tone and began to take off the shirt with clearly lascivious movement. Before Pauly could give a word of protest, the garment flew across the room and landed on his head. He heard Nami laugh and move.

"Nami, you ... argh, I didn't mean that way and you know perfectly well ...!" he swore and picked up the shirt from his face. He was, however, still avoiding to look at her. After all, she was naked!

"Get a grip, Pauly" she said, and he could almost hear that she rolled her eyes. But after Nami sat down on the couch next to him, he raised his head slowly. He had no idea how she'd done that, but now she was wearing her bikini complete. Of course it covert not nearly as much as his T-shirt. So to him it wasn't really an improvement.

"And now be careful what you say next" she snapped and looked at him, "I've got only the bikini, I can't wear anything else right now." Like she'd read his thoughts.

Pauly still couldn't manage to look into her eyes. Since he didn't know what to do with himself and he really had the urgent for some nicotine, he stretched out his arm and took a cigar and the lighter off the table.

"Do you remember ... anything?" he finally asked carefully after a few moments of silence, in which he'd inhaled the first two puffs of his cigar. At least he could say that Nami was obviously as embarrassed as he was. She looked briefly to him and then to the empty bottles on the table.

She could only shake her head on his question.