Phew! Finally found some free time! Of course I could have written this next chapter instead of going to a ballin' graduation party, but aspiring writer's still have to maintain successful social lives right?

Ok I'll stop blah blah-ing about my life now cuz you probably don't care lol

Here's Chapter 4!

I own nothing! O.o

I felt very sophisticated. My black gown whispered over the floor, following right behind me like a shadow. My strappy stiletto's clicked smartly as I marched across the deck toward my destination. I had piled my hair atop my head, allowing a few stray strands free to curl at my temples. I shivered slightly as a cool breeze hit the exposed skin on my back and cleavage. If I didn't know any better I would say I was the sexiest captive they'd ever had.

Finally I arrived at my destination. I paused, fist poised and ready in front of the Captain's Courter door. I wondered if I wanted to be polite and announce my arrival by knocking, or just bust through the door and make a statement. I found the second option more to my taste, so lowering my fist I took hold of the brass handle and threw open the door, strolling in as elegantly as I could.

The first thing I noticed was the ridiculously long banquet table in the middle of the room. I'm sure if it could speak it would be groaning from the amount of weight that was placed on it. There was enough food there to possibly satisfy Luffy's insane appetite. I saw roasted turkey, chicken, red lobster, beef, and sea-king. Glistening in its own succulent juices in the middle of the table was an entire hog with the trademark apple in its mouth. Side dishes of different sorts crowded around the meats such as corn on the cob, tossed salad, stuffed mushrooms and peppers, coleslaw, sweet potatoes, golden loaves of bread, and something that looked suspiciously like caviar on crackers.

And that wasn't including dessert. Cinnamon rolls dripped sugary icing off their sides, promising stickiness and a brief trip to ecstasy. A three tiered cake adorned with delicate frosting flowers loomed over a bowl of chocolate fondue surrounded by shiny red strawberries, waiting to be dunked.

All traces of elegance gone, I stood with drool leaking from my mouth as I surveyed the sight before me. My stomach growled loudly.

"It would appear that my guest is hungry. You can stand there and stare at it if you wish, but I suggest you sit down with me and partake in some."

I snapped out of my food-deprived stupor and looked at the opposite end of the table 20 feet away. I had forgotten I wasn't alone in the room. There sat the Captain himself, leaning over his plate to grab a deviled egg.

His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, neatly out of the way. He was wearing a baggy white undershirt, the sleeves rolled up and the front slightly unbuttoned to reveal a muscular tan chest. I found myself in danger of drooling over something other than the food. I now had an inkling of how he had managed to nab a wife.

"You look very ravishing this evening, might I add. I was correct: that dress fits you perfectly," he said.

Trying to retain some semblance of sophistication, I ignored him and sauntered to the only other chair at the opposite end of the table. I took my seat, and was glad when the tiered cake blocked him from my view. However, this seemed to displease him.

"Butler! Can we provide the lady with a chair a bit closer to me so that I can converse with her?"

A door opened and a servant came rushing out with a chair, holding it open for me to come sit in. I sighed and gave in, taking my place at his right side.

'What would Luffy think of me if he saw me right now, obeying this creep and even dining with him?' I thought. I stared grimly at my gloved hands in my lap, all thoughts of eating forgotten.

"So, how are you finding the accommodations I've provided you with? Everything is to your satisfaction, I hope?" He put his elbow on the table and leaned his head into his hand, looking at me with sarcastic interest. I felt like a mouse being played with by the cat before he eats it.

"The room you gave me is very nice. But I can't help but wonder why you're treating me with such hospitality? Aren't I a captive?"

He laughed at this. His laugh was loud and deep, but the mirth never reached his eyes; it stopped at his lips.

"That isn't how you get people to do what you want. I'm hoping that if I am kind enough to you, you will be kind enough as to do something for me."

My stomach dropped. I felt sick, and I was grateful I hadn't had anything to eat yet. Was he insinuating that he wanted us to… have… do… that. The blood immediately rushed to my face, and he took notice.

"My, my. Dear Nami. You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you? That I'm going to take advantage of you?" He leaned forward, grabbing a piece of bread with some gray looking paste on it.

"Paté fois gras?" He asked, holding it out to me. I shook my head vigorously no. He shrugged and popped it into his mouth, chewing with relish. Swallowing, he continued to speak.

"You must know that is not what I want from you. Not at all. Although you are a very attractive woman, and you are my captive, I'm still going to treat you with respect. And that brings me to my earlier point; will you do something very important for me?" I eyed him suspiciously. What skill did I have that he could possibly want? He seemed powerful enough to do anything he well pleased.

"It depends. What is it you'd have me do?"

He rose from his chair and paced around the table, letting his hand ghost along the side.

"Well you see, recently the love of my life, my heart and soul, the very air I breathe with, killed herself."

I was in shock. Complete and utter shock. He just came right out and said it! There was no need to milk Tyson for information. How was he acting so calm? I noticed he stopped momentarily in his pacing to clutch his chest where his heart was, but then continued moving as if nothing had happened.

"I will stop at nothing to get her back. It was a mistake, a misunderstanding. She was perfectly happy, perfectly content. There was no reason for it. None at all! I need to ask her, I need to know why. I won't let something as insignificant as death get in my way from discovering the truth!"

Throughout his rant his voice had risen in volume, and his speech became less eloquent. He had paused in his pacing and was looking at me. For the first time I saw real emotion in his eyes. Grief, sorrow, and the beginning spark of insanity. He had been madly in love with this woman, and now that she was dead he had lost it. I began to wonder if he was a different person before she died.

"And that is where you come in, my little cat thief. I need you to steal something for me." He was now on my side of the table, making his way towards me. I began to feel scared at his crazed look.

"We are now heading towards an island named Breech. It is an island known for its dealings in the dark arts, or if you prefer to call it, witchcraft. I visited once long ago and learned of a scroll that gave specific instructions on how to resurrect the dead. You are going to steal this scroll for me, and I will bring back my beloved wife and we will be together once again."

Insane. He was insane. There was no way you could bring someone back the dead. But he was so unstable right now I didn't dare say that for fear of my own life. But the more I thought about it the more I realized this was my golden ticket out of here. A plan began to form.

"What's in it for me? I'm not just going to offer up my services in exchange for hospitality." I crossed my arms and turned away from him.

"You're quite the firecracker aren't you? So if that's how you want to play, then let's play. In return for helping me obtain this scroll, you may have your freedom."

That's what I was waiting for. I smiled, but from my position he couldn't see. I wiped it off my face and turned around, pretending to look unsure of myself.

"So all I have to do is steal a scroll and you'll let me go?"

"That's all, sweetie."

He held out his hand. The emotion in his eyes was once again fading, turning back to black, cold and lifeless. I took his hand, gripping it firmly in mine.

"Deal."

Now we know what he wants with Nami! It's getting good, I can tell XD

So someone asked why I changed it from a Nami/Luffy fic to a Nami/Robin one and this is what I told them:

Well, I was originally writing it to be a LuNa fic, but then Robin just sort of stole the stage, so I didn't want people reading it and thinking that it was more Luffy and Nami orientated. There might be a little at the end, but that's all :)

Sorry for the confusion guys! But when I started this fic I had NO idea where it was going lol

*Paté fois gras is duck liver. They eat it in France :P

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