A/N: I didn't plan on continuing but it's Summer and there's nothing else to do... I'm pretty sure only four people read the first chapter anyways so I might as well just right whatever the Hell I feel like anyways! =P ... I bet I could write about Doflamingo buying a tie and no one would even comment. But seriously I'm actually satisfied by just writing the stuff so I don't need any pity reviews. P.S. I skipped the only smut scene so perverts be disappointed.

Mihawk

Mihawk floated on his boat, still rather nude, and was in a very sour mood. He had already passed six islands but all of them were winter islands! What kind of horrible luck is that! He couldn't dock on those! HE WOULD DIE! He was fairly certain that the next island would be a spring island so the only things he had to worry about were thunderstorms, perverted Fishmen swimming by, and how to retrieve clothes without an angry mob chasing him around.

"Today will be a horrible day!" he announced out loud after two perverted fish men had passed by his boat, jumping in the air to sneak a peek at the well-toned body of his. What kinda luck is that? Not one but two fishmen? How unlucky could one person get?

As if to answer his question, when he reached the spring island, there coincidentally was a party at the dock going on as he floated in... it didn't end well as the party was apparently a 4-year olds birthday party and the dock was littered with children as he stepped on land.

He walked with his head held high in false pride through the crowd, everyone freezing in place for one of three reasons-
1. A nude man was walking through a crowd of children...?
2. A nude Hawk-eyes Mihawk was walking through a crowd of children!
3. (only in the minds of women or gay men) That guy is hot! Let the eyes travel down to the prize... oh yes!

The worst part of it all was he was going through a nude hell and no one bothered to give him a reason why...

Doflamingo

Doflamingo sat there in his private corridor still feeling rather horny and staring at the clothes he was supposed to put on after coming on board but hadn't in the past three hours he was on the ship. He continued to massage his length, it having been stiff since he was possessed by the lust orb roughly twenty six hours ago and he was aiming to start some kind of record.

He had been considering the idea of raping one of his crew members to clench the lust that seemed ongoing but decided that it'd be better if it were one of his prisoners.

Doflamingo's bottom section of his ship is just a large dungeon where he keeps wanted men and women (or attractive ones that he ran into on islands that he wanted to keep as souvenirs.)

Since he was a Shickibukai, the government continued to mail him wanted posters and, in his spare time, he'd shuffle through them, looking for ones he'd like to keep and make pets.

In the Straw hat crew, he wanted both members with bounties. He wanted the captain himself for the bounty, but his first-mate for his well-toned, muscular body.

Getting back on focus, he called for his cabin boy and ordered "Bring Bellamy in! It's been awhile since he came out to play Flamingo and the Frog."

"Understood! Um... Do-Do feathers (nickname he was ordered to call him)? You are... still naked and... um, stiff?"

"You don't think I know that! I'm going for a record here so don't disturb me unless you have what I ask for!"

"Record...? Um... Yes Mr. Do-Do Feathers!" he said, running to go bring in poor miserable Belamy.

Bellamy was brought in, a look of fear on his face as he looked to the ground. Doflamingo flicked his finger and his head shot up, making eye-contact with his owner. "Cheer up! If you do a good job tonight, I'll let you stop and go free on the upcoming island, Jaya was it?"

Bellamy's face lightnened up at this as Doflamingo released him from control. "You better do well tonight because I am feeling extra horny and there aren't any training wheels on this bike tonight! You know you like it so hop to it!" He ordered, intending his pun "hop to it" to be comical because of his spring powers.

"Can you make any body part springy?" Doflamingo asked after several minutes of pleasure.

Crocodile

Crocodile walked to his office to go get clothes to wear under his robe and new belt... and Nico Robin followed in a rather lingering way. "I don't suppose you'll tell me what happened? I am the one who grabbed you something to where other than your birthday suit."

"Why would I ever want to tell you, reliving a moment I would long like to bury in sand?" he questioned in a monotone voice with only a hint of annoyance, surprising her, considering how riled up he normally gets.

"I have a few reasons you'd want to tell me... " She explained, fiddling with something in her hand.

"What could you possibly do to get me to tell you?" he questioned calmly. In responce, a hand grew on his shoulder and the object she was fiddling with was tossed into it. She dangled it in front of his face, causing him to drop his cigar and stop walking dead in his tracks.

"Wha-What is that?" he stuttered in disbelief.

"I think you know what it is." she said, a smirk growing on her face. "You hired me knowing full well how traitorous I am and you know more than anyone that I always get answers." she said, dangling the object in his face once more.

He stared at the film canister in disbelief... when she came to pick him up and give him his clothes... did she... snap a picture worth ruining his reputation. It'd look like he was in some weird porno! She had a nude picture (but most likely she took more than one) of him lying on the beach, waiting for her!

"... You do realize that I can make up a story in which you'd have no choice but excepting? he questioned, feeling the tables shift slightly more into his favor.

"I can ask around. There were eight of you there, not one. If your stories don't match up, a lot of bounty hunters will have your wanted poster. Of coarse they'll probably take more interest in the picture itself and not the bounty." She threatened in a leveled voice. Clearly she has done stuff like this before as all odds were in her favor.

"... You are quite the bitch. "

A/N: not much to say... except i apologize. These were really the only three in which would be affected afterwards so... Although Mihawk's was solely comedy and there was really no point in it even being there... then again, the same could be said for the entire story. I think I'll do one more chapter for Garp and I'll be done. P.S. Hi Lolly! Thanks for reading it... again.