A/N: This is an ongoing project for 30 kisses.

Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.

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22. cradle

Their cloud-gazing took a decidedly more dangerous turn just a few short days later when Nami announced the approach of cumulonimbus clouds--clouds similar, she explained to a nonplussed Sanji, to those that had formed just before they and the Going Merry Go had been so unfortunately separated.

Based on the undying belief that their rescue was always just moments away, the idea of building a real shelter had just not occurred to either of them; when the sun got too hot, they took a quick dip in the water or headed for the shade of the trees. If it was too cold, they huddled closer to the fire. Both situations involved fairly simple fixes. Rain, on the other hand, was a bit more complicated.

Based on Nami's predictions, they had several hours before the storm hit, so they still had time to do something about it. It was difficult, though--as Nami put it, she wanted to be a great navigator, not a great architect. Sanji himself thought something like construction was far too vulgar for someone as refined and intelligent as Nami, but she refused his offer to do it himself.

Still, they managed to put enough of a roof over their heads that they would get a small measure of protection; better than nothing. They huddled in it warily, and finally the storm hit.

The rain lashed their tiny island, a million violent kisses on the sand. The wind picked up, howling like it was going out of style, threatening to tear their shelter apart.

Instinctively, protectively, Sanji put his arms around Nami, even though he knew it would probably earn him a black eye, and held her close, doing his best to shield her from the weather with his (admittedly not very bulky) body. To his shock and eternal glee, she didn't pull away; rather, she clung to him just as tightly, her knuckles white from trying to keep a grip on Luffy's hat.

It took all the strength in his body not to pass out from the joy of it right there. Mellorine! Mellorine! cried the voice in his head repeatedly. This was truly the best natural disaster ever.