"Hey Zoro…"

He blinked his eyes, trying to clear his blurry vision. This was not his bed. In fact, it didn't take him long to realize that he wasn't in a bed at all. He was lying flat on his back on the floor. When his eyes had adjusted, he could make out a yellow and black figure as it sauntered menacingly towards him. Was that…?

" ...Mind telling me why exactly you're in my room?"

Zoro had but a split second to react before Sanji's leg came crashing down inches away from his face. The wooden floor beneath him broke and splintered off in every direction. A few months ago Sanji had found an unoccupied corner of the ship and claimed it as his own. Of all the places he could accidentally fall asleep he was certain that this was the worst. Quickly, he reached for his swords only to discover that they were missing from his side. What could've happened last night to cause him to have such a serious lapse in judgement? Between dodging the parade of kicks flying at him, he tried to recall the events that took place the night before.

"Shit!"

The smooth leather of Sanji's shoe painfully grazed his cheek. He had briefly considered fleeing and regrouping as soon as he found his blades, but it seemed as if that was out of the question now. That dickwad of a chef had struck him and if he backed down now, Zoro would never be able to call himself a man again. He stopped avoiding the kicks and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Centering himself, he lifted his arms into the air and clenched his fists. It was time to end this.

"No sword style-"

Before He could even start his attack, Zoro was propelled from the doorway to the ground. He whipped his head behind him, prepared to defend against whoever had sent him flying, and came face to face with their shipwright.

Breathing heavily, Frankie threw himself at the two quarreling crewmembers and grabbed them by their shirts.

"What do…you think…you bastards are doing to my ship?" he panted, his face getting redder with every passing second.

Without bothering to wait for an answer, he tossed them out of the demolished cabin and out onto the deck. The door slammed shut and a cacophony of drilling and hammering commenced behind it.

"Where'd you put my swords, you underhanded prick!?"

Sanji dusted himself off. "I didn't do anything to your swords, maybe you should take better care of your stuff."

Zoro glared at him, tempted to start up the fight again. But he needed to find his katanas, so he just shrugged and mumbled that it 'wasn't worth his time', leaving Sanji as he yelled a plethora of insults after him.

He walked around the ship, keeping his eyes peeled for his missing weapons. When an hour of searching yielded nothing, he figured the best plan would be to sit down and try to remember where he could have left them. He crossed his legs and arms, closed his eyes, and tried to concentrate.

'Last night…last night I got pretty drunk.' He smiled fondly at the memory. 'And…Nami was there? Yeah, she was wasn't she.' He vaguely remembered offering to let her join him at the bar…

'Oh my god.'

He launched himself off of the Sunny and onto the sand below. How could he have been so stupid?

Nami woke up, spread out messily on her bed, with a slight headache and the urge to stay under the covers until her body slowly decomposed back into the earth. She could tell even before she looked in the mirror that her eyes were sunken and her hair was a mess.

She yawned and rubbed her hands over her face.

'I can't believe I thought it would be a good idea to go drinking with Zoro,' she thought as she stripped off the previous night's outfit (she hadn't bothered changing before bed).

She hadn't gotten drunk in a long time and, honestly, it surprised her that she had gotten that wasted. Nami considered herself a heavyweight, and it was a slight blow to the ego that she even had a hangover.

She slipped on a plain white tank and a pair of jeans before leaving her room for breakfast. Robin had been there when she finally made it home and she prayed that she wouldn't bring it up. Coming back intoxicated was bad enough but having a fellow crewmate tuck you into bed like a small child was unbearable.

On her way to the kitchen she heard several loud crashes coming from the secret room that Sanji had taken over and a few exaggerated grunts which she immediately recognized as Zoro's. She sighed. At least he was up and running. Then again Zoro hadn't had nearly as much as her.

'Wait.' She stopped. 'If Sanji's not in the kitchen...'

She hurried inside to look at the time. It was 2:00 in the afternoon. She ran her fingers through her hair. God, how could she have slept in so late? Robin should have woken her up, someone should have woken her up!

She groaned; maybe going out would make her feel better. Nami left the kitchen and took a good look at the sky. It was cloudy today and she could smell rain, but cabin fever was getting to her, besides the town might have some records on their islands geography that she might find useful. With a little more determination she climbed of the ship, intent on making up for lost time. Halfway down the ladder she stopped and went back up. Today she was going to need an umbrella.

Nami frowned at the tiny grains of sand as they tucked between her toes, if this island had a clothes shop she would have to buy shoes that weren't sandals. She glanced at the foliage around her. Yesterday when it had been sunny the trees had look shiny and colorful, but now with dark storm clouds hovering over the land the atmosphere turned gloomy. The ground was cold now too, she felt her toes curl at the cool air around her feet. She should have dressed warmer.

She shivered as a drop of rain fell from the sky. With a whump, she opened her umbrella and hoisted it above her head. She was still cold but at least she wouldn't get wet. She continued to stroll through the trees until she finally made it to civilization. Immediately she ran into the nearest store to warm herself.

"Can I help you miss?"

A little old lady behind a counter asked her with a smile. Nami assumed she was the owner and walked over to her. She returned the smile and placed her umbrella against the wall. Looking around, she noticed that all of the items lining the shelves were somewhat unfamiliar.

"Yeah, what is this place?" She leaned against the counter inquisitively.

"This is a spell shop." The lady gestured to the strange merchandise filling the store. "And this is a magic town."

Nami snorted. She didn't mean to be rude, but calling an entire village magic seemed a bit hokey. She didn't doubt that magic was real but this woman was basically saying that their whole town was inhabited by witches.

"Eheh, well do you have any spells that can keep me warm? It's freezing out there."

The old woman chuckled and started digging through a small box, "I'm afraid not, but maybe this will help." She pulled out a large blue coat and handed it to her. "Amateurs can't work our incantations just like that! This place isn't for tourists you know."

Despite being a little annoyed at the woman's words, she gratefully accepted the coat and put it on right away. When she asked her how much she owed, the old lady smiled pleasantly and told her it was a gift from the town to her. Nami didn't argue, if she wanted to give her something for free that was her choice- plus it was a pretty nice coat. She waved goodbye and left the shop after getting directions to the nearest library where, if she was fortunate, she would get some good information on the island and its coordinates.

Once she was on her way, she realized that the shopkeeper hadn't been lying when she said this town wasn't for tourists. The complicated paths and randomly placed shops made it obvious that it was built for people who had lived there most of their lives. She squinted at the unfamiliar surroundings. How had she managed to find the bar last night? She could hardly recognize anything. Eventually she decided to take a break, the library was farther away than she thought and her legs were getting sore.

Nami settled down on a large rock. She gasped when she sat down, forgetting that it would be wet from the rain. She was too tired to move though, so she stayed on the wet boulder and slipped her shoes off. She rubbed her blistered feet; she really needed to take better care of them. There were countless scars and calluses from fighting in heels. She probably wouldn't though, she looked too good in those shoes to stop wearing them. It was a price she was willing to pay.

Since she was resting for the moment, she took the opportunity to tie her hair back into a messy bun. Now that her hair was so long it was a nuisance to dry. Her hands dropped to her side and she wiggled her toes trying to give them as much freedom as possible before they were inevitably bound back inside her sandals. She was in mid wiggle when the sound of rustling leaves caught her attention. She put her feet down and listened intently to the noises coming from the forest around her. She held her umbrella in one hand, gripping the clima-tact with the other. As expected, the rustling grew louder and louder until she was sure that it was only a few feet away. Her chest pounded, if worst came to worst she would have to (regretfully) abandon her shoes and make a run for it. A boot stepped out of the tree and she stood up, weapon in hand.

"Nami?"

Her jaw dropped to the ground.

"What are you doing here?" Zoro scratched the back of his head. "Where is 'here' anyway?"

"Zoro!" she shouted incredulously, though she shouldn't have been so shocked. considering this was a man who got lost on his way to the bathroom.

"Yeah? Keep it down woman, I'm right here."

Her automatic response was to step on his foot.

"Ow! Damnit!" he backed away from her, glaring.

She sighed and pick up the umbrella she had tossed aside when she was preparing to fight a possible attacker. Great, now her hair was wet, along with the rest of her clothes. The rain was really pouring now. She gave Zoro a once over and saw that he was practically soaked, that made her feel a little better. She put her free hand in her hip and scowled at him.

"I'm looking for the town library, why are you here?"

He scratched his nose, recounting the events that led him to the middle of the forest. He furrowed his brow.

"...I was looking for the bar we went to." He looked up reflectively. "...But some local gave me really back directions, so he must've gotten me lost."

Nami narrowed her eyes, certain that the directions were more than sufficient for anyone who knew their right from their left. "Isn't it a little early for you to go drinking?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

He resumed glaring at her. "That's not why I'm going there."

"Huh? What other reason do you have to go to a bar?"

" …"

Zoro looked down at his feet, slightly embarrassed. Without looking up he answered, "I…uh…left my swords there last night."

Her eyes widened, she felt a little bad for talking to him so rudely. He kept his eyes glued to the ground, and if she squinted she could barely see a tinge of red lighting his cheeks. She sighed for what seemed like the 40th time that day and abruptly took him by the wrist.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" he blurted out as she pulled him along with her.

"Shut up. You're never gonna find your stupid swords by yourself, and if you try who knows when any of us will see you again? I refuse to be blamed for you idiocy."

He stayed silent, content to stare angrily at her back. She shook her head while he glared daggers at her. Moron. She ignored him, focusing instead on retracing her way back to the tavern where they had been the night before. Damnit! Why was this island so complicated? She snaked them through the twisty pathways, looking for any sort of sign or landmark that could possibly lead them to their destination. Finally, breathless, she found a small establishment.

"Wait…"

She ran to the door and threw the door open. It was impossible. She was a navigator, there was no way that she could have wandered back to the same shop she had been in only hours before, with the same smiling old lady standing behind the counter.

"Welcome back miss, did you find the library?"

"What the hell, Nami, why'd you-"

She grabbed her hair, holding back a scream. What the fuck was wrong with this place?

"Why!?" was all she could get out.

The old woman stopped smiling and looked taken aback, "Oh no, did I not tell you?"

Nami was close to hyperventilating, slamming her hands on the counter. She stared at the woman and said, "Tell…me…what?"

"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry," She said, shaking her head. "This islands pathways change every couple of hours. We all know how to manage, but it can be very unpleasant for visitors."

She suddenly had the urge to grab the sweet old woman's neck and wring it. The woman, oblivious to her anger, started rummaging through a draw. She pulled out a big sheet of parchment and presented it to her.

"This is an enchanted map of our town, whenever the island changes it changes as well."

She handed it to Nami and went back behind the counter.

"That will be 5,000 beli."

"Like hell it will!"

After being threatened within an inch of her life, the old lady agreed to give them the map free of charge. She explained that the directions she had given Nami for the library had been the right ones and had she not stopped to rest her feet she would have made it there without a problem.

Nami pinched the bridge of her nose. This was her worst nightmare, a place that she couldn't possibly navigate or even map. Since she had given up on the library, they were still looking for the bar. She checked behind her again, to make sure Zoro hadn't wandered off on his own. The weird ability this island had to change its geography randomly meant that he was in more danger than ever. In order to combat this, she had tied a rope around his waist and attached it to her own. Still, she shuddered at his uncanny ability to get lost. You could never be too safe.

By following the map, they arrived at the tavern in relatively good time. Before entering the establishment, she loosened the rope so that he could run wild. She really hoped his blades were in there, Nami didn't even want to think about what would happen if they weren't.

Immediately, Zoro burst through the bar and started searching for his lost swords. It didn't take him long to find them since a group of drunk kids were playing with them at one of the tables. Wordlessly, he incapacitated them and returned his blades back to his side. He exhaled in relief; he didn't feel right without them.

He gave Nami a genuinely thankful smile and headed outside. When he reached the door he stopped. Nami hadn't moved, she was still inside the bar standing with her arms crossed. She turned around to face him.

"I take you all the way up here and you're not even going to buy me a drink?"

Zoro stared at her blankly, not sure what exactly was happening.

"What?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I just want to go back to the ship."

"...You really are the worst kind of man"

He stiffened. Grinding his teeth, he walked over to a table and flopped down onto a chair, waiting for her to join him. She grinned and sat delicately at the seat across from him.

"Hey! We'll have two pints."

Hey jamfish here! this was by far the hardest chapter ive written so i apologise if it seems rushed. Hopefully ill be updating by next week and i already have a few chapters planned out in advance. review if you can and thanks for reading !