Rated M for Violence, Language, Smoking, The Destruction Of Government Property, and Some Very Detailed Lemons!

I don't own One Piece! This world belongs to Eiichiro Oda and these amazing characters are his. My OC'S and this story, however, are my own! This is a work of fiction from me, any relevance to the real world or other works is purely coincidental.

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Chopper

Chopper paced the ship's deck, his small hooves treading over the green grass as he stepped back and forth. With every pause in his stride, his glance wandered over to the island, worry radiating through his small form. The sounds of chaos had stopped and the eerie quiet was even more unsettling than the explosions had been. He didn't like this; he didn't like this at all. Chopper tried to calm himself with the reassuring words he'd gotten from Sanji and Nami, surely at least one of them was with Alba.

"You look anxious my friend, ho ho," Brook's voice sounded, his tall figure casting a shadow over Chopper's tiny form.

"It's just-" his words were interrupted when a new explosion sounded even closer than the others originally had, and smoke from a collapsed building drifted into the air above the outskirts of the small town. Chopper raced to the edge of the ship, his tiny hooves pushing against the railing to lift himself higher.

"That didn't sound good," Franky said, his arms crossing in front of him.

"Sounds like someone is having fun, that or everybody has died a horrible death," Robin sighed.

"That's not helpful!" Usopp huffed, before pulling down his goggles and attempting to take a closer look at the island.

"My patient is out there," Chopper sighed, wrapping his arms around himself in a desperate bid to calm his racing heart. He didn't want any of his friends injured, but he was particularly worried about Alba. The woman was in no shape to be fighting. That cut down her back was undeniably dangerous, and the placement alone could easily cause the stitches to be torn. Bleeding out at that point was a real concern. Let alone the threat to her spine. He should have just gone with them or pushed harder for her to stay on board The Thousand Sunny.

"I think we should be worrying about ourselves as much as them," Franky sighed, his head turning so his eyes could scan the surrounding seas. Chopper's gaze followed Franky's where four ships had appeared on the horizon. All dressed in Navy sails.

"This is bad!" Usopp shouted, "we have to go!"

"But we can't leave our friends behind," Brook declared, his voice sorrowful.

"We can sail to the other side of the island, but if we've spotted them then it's very likely they've also spotted us," Franky warned, his sunglasses sliding to the end of his nose.

Chopper nodded, the fear for Alba suddenly accompanying a worry for Zoro. The swordsman's wounds still hadn't healed, despite his protests to the contrary. The Navy's presence changed everything.

"We need to warn the others somehow, that way we can bring everyone on board and get the hell out of here," Usopp said.

"Sound's good… how do we do that?" Brook stated, shifting his skull sideways to give Usopp a questioning look.

"I'm thinking…" Usopp sighed.

"Well, you might want to think a little faster," Franky warned, "it's only a matter of time before we're in their cannon's range."

Nami

Nami slipped into the door, closing it softly behind her. She'd have to leave the others to figure things out on their own, for now, she wanted answers. And treasure. This building was the only one that didn't appear to be in tatters and once she'd entered, she knew she'd hit the jackpot. People, paperwork, it was all here. And this being the biggest and center-most office in this building it was sure to have something good.

The room was dark, and it took Nami's eyes a moment to adjust. She blinked a few times before starting to explore. A large desk sat in the center of the room covered in so much paperwork it spilled onto the floor. A candle accented the desk and Nami decided the risk was worth lighting it. She struck a nearby match and ignited the candle, giving the room a soft golden glow. In the center of the papers sat an open ledger, begging to be investigated. Nami squinted to read the names sprawled within, hundreds of them. Ships these people had captured, their cargo, the bounties for their crews, payments received, everything was well documented.

"They're bounty hunters," Nami whispered, scanning the pages. Every ship seized, every bounty commissioned, they were all pirates. Nami flipped through the pages, gasping as one particular log caught her eye. She read the entry before closing the book and tucking it under her arm for safekeeping. The crew needed to see this.

She then turned, scanning the room for anything valuable. A shelf filled with small globes glistened in the candle's flickering light and Nami approached, finding it filled with eternal log-poses. Nami giggled, scanning the shelf before gripping one of the orbs and pulling it down. Well, fate was certainly on that girl's side, wasn't it? The ornate lettering glittered with a golden shine in the candlelight, Compass Island.