Author's Note: I don't own One Piece. Drat!
Nami groaned inwardly and looked skyward as if to ask, 'What did I ever do to you!' She knew something strange would happen today but nothing like this. The brilliant red-orange sunrise told of dangers lying in wait. It couldn't have been the marines that chased them during breakfast, or the nameless pirates that attacked before lunch. No, it had to be this. She breathed in a deep sigh only to have that too interrupted.
Hiccup
"Damn it Sanji-kun look what you did! You gave me the hiccups!" She knew it really wasn't the cook's fault she had the hiccups, but someone was to blame and he had been the last one to have them.
The blonde cook stared at her from the main deck, his fresh cigarette dangling from his open lips. He looked about ready to cry.
"Oh my dearest Nami-swan! I feel so ashamed to have given you these dreaded hiccups! I don't deserve to be in the presence of your beauty."
"Then why don't you just jump overboard," a deep voice grunted.
The navigator was surprised when Sanji didn't respond with a quick remark like she had thought. Instead, he seemed to be pondering the idea seriously.
"It's all right, Sanji—hiccup—kun. I'm sure they'll go away in a little bit," she said reassuringly. A smile crept across her face. "I am a bit hungry…."
The cook was in the kitchen in a flash, whipping up something extra special just for her.
Nami sighed again to herself as another hiccup erupted from her lips. A steely glare silenced the snickers from certain members of the crew. Noticing the sky was particularly calm, she took the opportunity to continue work on her world map. She spread her paper, maps, ink, pens, and other various instruments needed for mapmaking and set to work.
Hiccup
"Ahh! Not again!" The navigator slammed her hands down on the table in frustration and glared down at the ruined map. This particular map had been especially hard due to the strange mountain formations, various elevations, and unique shoreline. But, she was determined and had nearly finished when they hit.
Hiccup
Those damned hiccups! Her usually steady hand slipped, making a nice sloppy line across the paper. This was the third time on this one map! It was infuriating beyond belief. She reached over to return her feather pen to its ink pot when—
Hiccup
The ink split all over the table and onto the floor, covering all the papers in a film of black liquid. Nami quickly tried to salvage as much as of the parchment as possible. Her attempts only managed to smear the liquid more, even splattering it across her clothes.
"Ah man! These were new!" She cursed silently as she looked down at herself.
Hiccup
The navigator growled to herself. This was getting old—fast. She slammed her hands down on the table again, letting out a groan. Unfortunately for her, the wood was slick from the ink and her hands slipped forward. Nami face faulted onto the table and froze, not believing what had just happened. Just outside the door she heard the voice of one of the many people she did not want to deal with right now.
"Nami-swan!" Sanji opened the door to the galley and stepped in, balancing a tray with what looked like ice-cream in one hand. His mouth opened to continue his praising but the words caught in his throat at the sight before him.
"Sanji—hiccup—kun," Nami growled dangerously. She rose from the table, her front pitch black, and glared at him from behind her dripping bangs. "Not—hiccup—now!" The cook fled from the room and just barely managed to avoid being struck in the head by a flying ink pot.
Nearly two hours later, the navigator emerged from her study. With clean clothes and freshly finished maps hanging to dry, she felt pretty good.
Hiccup
She tensed inwardly until realization hit her. That wasn't me! she thought happily. Nami looked around, eyes wide. Who had them this time!
Author's Note: Evil laughter I already know who I'm doing next. Can you guess who it is?