One Piece Alphabet Soup

Disclaimer: Does it look like I own One Piece? Nope…

Genre: General/Romance

Word Count: 360

Note: I know, I know, I didn't update in a long time. I hope to update more often now… Anyway, I've been reading some of these over and decided I don't like some. That means I'll probably (eventually) change a few or replace them, like D, E, and F. I'll keep you all posted on what I change… Until then, enjoy!

I is for Instinct

At first, it seemed like a good idea. Her instinct told her that he might be patient. It told her that he might be eager to learn. It told her that it would make her life easier.

But instinct can't always be right, can it?

"Luffy!"

In a quick motion, the captain dropped the pile of maps he was looking at and turned towards his navigator. However, he didn't notice the bowl of ink he managed to tip over as well. But it was too late, for the black ink had already covered the majority of her maps.

She let out a frusterated growl which caused him to step away from her.

"That's it! Get out, now!"

Luffy needed no other warning as he quickly ran for the door, leaving a steaming Nami behind.

Now, instinct told her to stay calm. It told her to not go and rip his head off. It old her to try and redraw every single map that he had so carelessly ruined.

But it was hard.

Everything soon calmed down after a stop at a nearby island. Most everyone went out to relax and enjoy themselves, except for Nami. She insisted on staying to work, not bothering to tell the rest of the crew about the incident yesterday. So, despite what she read about the excellent navigating store on the island, she sat down at her desk and drew map after map.

Everyone came back by nightfall with many bags that held everything from food, to books, to some medicine ingredients. Dinner was a relatively calm break for Nami, who was happy to be away from her room for once. However, she decided that staying on deck a little while after the meal wouldn't hurt.

On the way back, she was surprised to see a present on her bed. A pile of fresh map paper, two bottles of ink with two pens and even a book on navigating on the Grand Line.

And without touching it, she knew who it was from, which caused a small smile to form on her tired face, despite the stressful day.

Call it instinct, but she just knew.