Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, I don't own its characters, I don't make any money from this story, and I don't own a laptop. That last one is somewhat unrelated, but boy oh boy would I like one.

"So if Cindry died in an accident, she's a zombie?" Nami's legs shook just saying it.

"Then that means . . . all of the creatures out on the island- they're REAL zombies!" Usopp realised. Legs shaking, he made to sit down on a box, falling over in the process. Compared to the lavish room, filled with gilded portraits and heavy carpeting, the box stood out as strangely practical and utilitarian.

Eyeing the box with a crafty eye, Nami came to a realisation.

"Is that a strong box? For keeping treasure!" Hands clasped together, her eyes changed into dollar signs instantly.

"Her mood just reversed!" Chopper squealed in amazement, as Usopp sighed.

Nami immediately ordered Usopp to open it for her, eagerly awaiting gold, jewels, and subsequently the cash to buy some new clothes. It creaked open dramatically, to reveal . . .

A shiny new Nami: Part five- Zombies in the closet

"Blargh! This isn't the treasure box!" Screamed the giant zombie that flew out to meet them, terrifying the pirate trio. The jack-in-the-box zombie began laughing loudly, as they ran back out to the hallway, where they were attacked by portrait zombies that flew from the wall. Its loud laughter drew out other zombies, alerting them to Nami, Usopp and Chopper's presence, which was dealt with in their usual way- they ran.

Behind them, one zombie patiently followed their footsteps, continuing the chase where the portrait zombies could not. He was the only zombie that could go as he pleased in this mansion without fear, and one of the strongest.

"This won't be a problem . . . ," he chuckled, kimono drifting along with fluid ease. Had the crew heard him, his laugh would have struck a rather familiar note.

"I'll capture them with ease! Yohohoho~!"

At this point in time, the larger portion of the strawhat crew had realised something was amiss. They had begun exploring the island in search of the others, defeating any zombies they encountered with skill. Luffy was currently riding the cerebus that had attacked Nami earlier, having successfully tamed the lil' guy with a few punches.

Robin had sharply noticed that all of the zombies were stitched and bandaged in a similar manner, and held numbers tattooed on different parts of their body. This most likely meant they all shared common origins, although what that was was anyone's guess.

As they were walking across the wooded path, they even encountered strange ghosts, which Luffy tried to capture as a pet. When his efforts proved futile, Franky was prompted to shoot a stream of fire at the beings.

"Negative . . . negative . . . negative . . . ," chanted the beings, laughing as Franky dived right through them.

"That didn't work either . . . I can't do anything right . . . ," moaned Franky to the ground.

"Quit clowning around," admonished Sanji, worried for his dear sweet lovely Nami, as always.

Luffy leaped at the ghost, stubbornly trying to capture the thing, before sinking to the ground.

"I suck at life . . . ," he mumbled, unmoving.

"I said quit it already!" Yelled Sanji, frustrated with their antics.

"Those ghosts seem to attack their spirits, making them depressed . . . ," mused Robin.

"Pfft," dismissed Zoro, "That's just because they have weak minds. They should be more rigorous with their training."

Moments after he said this, a dancing ghost passed through him, sending Zoro to the ground in despair.

"Maybe I should just kill myself . . . ," he moaned.

"QUIT IT!" Sanji was fed up with the interruption. Fortunately, the depressive effects wore off. If they hadn't, Robin remarked, those ghosts would be quite a potent enemy.

They continued their stroll through the forest, encountering an army of zombies pouring out of the graveyard nearby. Unfortunately, they were easy to beat, and provided no fun. Luffy was all stretchy and bam! knocking them around with ease, while Zoro and Sanji sliced and kicked the crap out of them respectively.

You really had to be there- Robin's hands were over them faster than a perverts hands on a hooker, and Franky was hardly a pushover, being a superhuman freak. Some would say calling the sole robot in the entire universe a freak was mean, although it was quite accurate. Some might simply say shut up to those first people, as they weren't the ones writing this fight scene. But we digress.

Oh, and an old man came out from behind a tree or something, and watched their fight. He was amazed, as some people would be after seeing the Strawhat crew, and told them about stuff. Something about his shadow missing, just like the awesome afro'd skeleton Brook's was, and a guy who stole shadows on the island; Luffy didn't really pay attention to the details.

Robin was shocked when she found out the name of the guy who stole shadows, though: Gecko Moria. She said he was a legendary shichibukai, with a bounty higher than Luffy's. That sounded like a challenge, he thought, cracking his knuckles in anticipation. And so, armed with more of an idea of what they were getting in to, they marched further into the island.

Meanwhile, Nami, Usopp, and Chopper looked nervously into Dr Hogback's underground lab, shaking at what they had just stumbled in on.

"Did he just…?" stammered Nami.

"Yeah, I think he did," confirmed Usopp.

"But… but that's impossible!" whispered Chopper. "You couldn't make a zombie out of nothing!" For that is what they had seen. Stitching together someone's shadow, and a dead body, the rotund, grinning doctor had somehow brought to life a zombie he named Mario.

Strange vials and benches of curious things outlined the room, which the three of them were suddenly forced into. For behind them stood a zombie, known to the other zombies among the mansion as The Guardian.

"Oww… heh heh." Usopp rubbed his head where he had fallen, looking sheepishly towards Dr Hogback.

"That felt like flesh, but that voice . . . ," puzzled Nami, even as she shook in her boots (literally. She really wasn't wearing enough to keep out the cold, like usual).

"That voice sounds just like-!" Chopper tried to hide between the two of them.

"Yohohohohoho~" laughed a zombie that sounded exactly like Brook.

A/N: About time… I had half of this done the day after the last part, and felt so confident… =.=. Hopefully, the pressure from my friends will keep my nose down to the ground, and I can pump out several parts for you very patient people. Please let me know what you think!