A/N: I'd like to thank those that actually reviewed for the fic so far. However, as much as I love reviews and will accept constructive critism, I don't care for irritational flames. Because what I find original is that someone has the nerve to rebuke my writing when they cannot type two paragraphs without having several grammar errors and/or mispelled words.

I clearly put it in the first chapter in my note, that it most likely was going to be a fic with all three males. That was the warning that the fic was not shipping any particular couple. Also, I'm not going to debate on who saved who more because it is pointless. This is a work of fiction! I don't care what the original creator has meant for Nami x Luffy's relationship to be. I doubt he meant for Zoro to have sex with Sanji BUT guess what; others are doing fics with them two as the couple. Don't come onto my fic and get upset because my pairing isn't the one you ship. I'm working on a possible foursome, so I'm not making it that the female has MORE feelings for one over the other two. I'm doing it MY way because it is MY fic. Not my fault if someone skips the author note about the pairing. If you only ship LuNa, see that arrow in the top left corner? It is called the back button, use it.

P.S. I don't even mind someone asking for an end pairing, as long as it is done politely. If I was going to go with the one I find to be sexier, I'd pick Sanji. Thank You!

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Chapter Three : Purpose and Perhaps

It was nights like these she wondered why she had bothered to join this band of pirates. The air was fresh and cool, the hint of cooking meat on the spit tempting those around the fire. The island was beautiful in it's greenery. Even the critters that were peaking out from the foliage were adorable. An island paradise and these cretins were ruining it for her. Why would she hang with these bunch of losers? Six months and she still had no memories of how she had met any of them. What had she been thinking? The only one that didn't make her want to kill was Nort.

Her sensei was the only one with any manners or etiquette. Even her 'lover' was a pig.

She had taken to spending most of her nights sleeping in the chart room. It was her sanctuary away from the blundering crew. Deadly but stupid as hell. When Les had inquired to her behavior she had batted her lashes and insisted that she was busy redoing her charts because she wanted to be a good navigator for him. The most he had attempted was a chaste kiss on the cheek so far. Maybe she was naturally a prude because she really didn't want him touching her. There was no type of excitement when it came to the captain. If he tried something, she had something to prick in his prick.

Nort was turning out to be a wonderful sensei. A training dummy had been purchased just for her use. Weeks had been spent with learning how to locate certain points on the human body. He was also teaching her how to boil certain types of poison for her weapons and their antidotes. She hadn't realized that there was a spot on the neck that could paralyze a man with just a tiny needle. Nort's style was more for striking the heart or the brain. Killing a man made her squeamish, she wasn't that kind of pirate.

A loud belch and the birds flew from the canopy. That was her signal to get away from the group. Not bothering to answer the questions of where she was going. She slipped off of her shoes to enjoy the water between the toes. This was the few moments that she felt at peace.

"Nami-love," Les was jogging up behind her. One of the few pirates that didn't look like it had been a year since his last bath. The crisp uniform was all black and clung to his form. The man was handsome. "Wait a moment, I got something to give you."

"What is it?" What could he give her? The moonlight made the blue of his eyes appear to have a red tint. Standing still, unable to move, she watched him reach inside his coat jacket. Was it just her or were all the others watching them? Why were they so interested?

"The men and I are hoping that you are comfortable enough now to resume your duties as our navigator. Honestly, we are lost without you." Les ran a hair through his hair, not really conquering the sheepish look. "Before the accident we were searching for something and I thought you should have this back."

A log pose? Not like the one sitting on her desk. That one was for the New World, so what was this one? The compass looked like any other, even the strap was ordinary. Was this a joke? Not wanting to offend, she held out her hand and let him place it in her palm. A normal log pose that was pointing to this island. What was she to do with it? Or did the one in the cabin not belong to her? "Thanks, I guess."

Les waited for it, it had to work. They had been putting their hopes on this very moment. Nami had to be the one. All his research, his many years of searching for the correct one. This girl was their last chance. If it didn't work then he would just have to keep her around for other purposes while he kept looking.

Nami wondered what he was waiting for with such intense eyes. Was she supposed to be so thrilled that she jumped him? And since when did a log pose cloud up? Sure, sometimes the compass would go haywire depending on the magnetic pull of an island. Some islands in this area couldn't be navigated at all with a log pose. The mist inside the log pose thickened and the compass began to move. "What is it?"

"It is called the dreamer's log pose. There is only one of it's kind in existence. A navigator that once sailed under my grandfather created it. It is supposed to point to wherever the navigator desires to go." And only someone of the same bloodline would be able to use the instrument. Dozens of navigators had touched the simple piece and nothing. Finally, he would get what he wanted.

And he was giving it to her? Did he realize how rare a treasure this was? With it no one would get lost. They could go to wherever they wanted without wasting time. Many would flock to get their hands on it. Nami was sure there was a catch, "What exactly was it that we were searching for?"

"Our dream, of course. We talked about it all the time. We were heading to find the Island of Eura." Les extended a hand to touch the slender fingers. With her, he would accomplish his goals. Then once he didn't have to worry about frightening her away, she would officially join his crew. "An island that is said to be the home of an grand oasis. In the center is a temple, of endless treasure. More than we could ever hope for. We were going to find it so we could retire and have a life together."

Not really. Nami wasn't too sure about that part. Finding treasure, that was probably her thing. Having a life with this man, not so much. Maybe it was the loss of memory that was causing the feelings to be vacant. Why didn't she feel anything for this man? Even after being in his company so long after waking up that morning, there were no romantic notions. She didn't even have the desire to see him without his shirt. "So, how does this thing work?"

"I'm not sure, that is why you are the navigator. I'm sure you can get it to work for us. To take us to the island. You'll try for me, yes?" Les reached up to trail a finger down the flawless cheek. Everything about Nami was perfect. Had he already not made it clear that she was his, the others would have already tried something. He watched her slip it onto the narrow wrist, it was still working.

"Yes, I'll try, for you." If it got him off her face, she'd navigate him to Hell. With a charming smile, he left her alone. Happy that she had promised to try to find this place. A place that she wanted no part of.

Acting docile wasn't for her. What she saw in his movements frightened her at times. Taking a seat on a fallen log a good distance away from the crew she tried to settle her nerves. Should she be scared to upset someone that she was in love with? Why did her instincts scream for her to tread lightly? Had he hurt her in the past and she just couldn't remember it? Was that the reason her heart was telling her to leave? To leave them?

Every time she would look up into the night sky lately, the same nostalgic feeling would make her want to smile. She could see herself laying on a grassy deck late into the night. The scent of fruit surrounding her as she watched the stars. The sound of laughter from below, people having fun and playing games. The tantalizing aroma of food and cigarette smoke, accompanied with a bright smile. Watching someone handsome and skilled straining not far away, lifting weights and sweat rolling down his chest. A wide, goofy smile as footsteps ran around her head and a straw hat.

"Ugh," it was pointless to day dream. Surely she hadn't left a crew like that to join these cretins. There was no way she had done so out of affection for their captain. The only conclusion was that she had always been with these bastards. She just wanted something else, to be somewhere she was happy. More than anything, she wanted to find where she truly belonged.

The compass stopped. It swayed slightly for a second but was pointing to the north. The mist was still active inside the glass, so it was working. But what was it pointing to? This island or what she wanted? Was it showing her where she wanted to go or where she should go?

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"Nami-love, are you sure you want to go into the village?" Les joined her on deck. Her hands were placed on the railing and she was looking outwards. For the last two weeks they had sailed in the direction of the log pose. She wasn't sure where it was pointing to and he would give her time to figure out to work it properly. Test and trial, whatever it took to get to the island. "Is it still pointing north?"

"Yes, and yes. I want to get some more ink. Last time I sent someone else they bought the wrong kind. I can't read a map if it has smears. Are you coming with me?" Nami could see the dozens of pirate ships in the harbor. This was where the compass was pointing. Arms went around her waist, pulling her against a hard chest. Actions like these told her that he wouldn't wait too much longer to resume their original relationship. No, not with that thing poking her in the back.

"Alright, Nort and a few of the others will accompany you. Someone will come get me if there are any problems." He placed a kiss on the top of her crown. She smelt lovely and fit perfectly against him. Doc had suggested giving her time to adjust to the idea of being more. Lately, he had been doing things to test her readiness. The soft bottom didn't move away from his growing excitement. "Don't tarry, the rain is coming."

How was she going to search for what she sought with babysitters? There was one way to get rid of them once she was off of the ship. Everyone but Nort, the man would follow her to the bathroom and wait for her to flush. She was sure the only reason he had agreed to be her sensei was to not make it obvious that he was her babysitter.

The ship was pulling into the docks, the men already off and tying it. Today she was wearing a simple orange flowing dress with sandals. Les didn't like her walking around in anything but something feminine. Her hair was piled high and pinned. Several of the senbon needles were nestled in the thick mess. The look of disarray kept anyone from noticing the sharp tips. She would also be carrying a white, cotton umbrella to keep the sun off of her face. Just one of the things the demanding captain wanted from her.

"I won't take too long, promise." Nami tried to give him a sweet smile, as not to give him a reason to prevent her from disembarking. Big mistake, the large hand grabbed her nape and forced her to turn her chin upwards. The harsh mouth crashed down, a wet tongue shoving through and going between her teeth. The urge to bite down was strong. That would alert him that something was wrong in paradise. Nami felt the bile stir in her stomach as he coaxed her tongue to play. A shiver of repulsion coursed down her spine.

The kiss was returned timidly but he knew what that trembling meant. Les pulled away satisfied with her reaction. Everything was going as planned and within weeks he'd have everything he wanted. Nort knew to keep her away while he had a meeting with his crew. The chef was good for a lot of things. He kept the girl away from most of the interaction with the others. Les didn't care for her training but if it kept her happy and from noticing the more unsightly happenings on the ship, Nort would keep her in line. "Have fun, Love."

"Will do," Nami noticed that the chef was already disembarking the ship. A pat to the bottom and she was sent on her way. Was that necessary? She had no idea what she'd find on this island but she'd take a few hours away from the captain. As if sensing her mood, she wasn't offered an arm. Her company consisted of three other of the crew. Four men in total were flanking her like good watchdogs. The umbrella snapped open, shading her face from the sky.

The streets were all hustle and bustle, filled with so many pirates. Pirates? Was this some kind of pirate haunt? A place for the many ships to restock and have a good time?

"What is up with the log pose?" Nort happened to glance down to see the thing going wild. It would stop in one direction then go to another, then zoom around to go into a completely different direction.

"Probably because we are on an island and I'm not focusing on where it should point to. We are here for supplies, may as well grab them." Nami lifted the log pose to see that the mist was active, so it was working properly. It was showing northeast, southwest and directly east of their location. Directly east was nothing but a gap between two shops. Wait, there was a tavern on the other side of the far street. A large group exited the double doors and the compass began moving again. It was definitely going nutts. Maybe it was broken?!

Disappointment filled her, she'd had hoped on finding what she wanted. How could the log pose know what she wanted when she didn't know herself? What did she want? Besides not being flanked to the point she couldn't see where she was walking. It was hard to see what kind of display was in each window with all the man meat in the way. "Stop for a moment and scramble for a few, I want to look inside this shop."

The sign said it carried herbs, powders and vials. Nort had given her a few samples of the poisons he liked to carry. She wanted to try creating a few on her own. Her skills were that of an amateur and the only way to improve was to practice. What she really wanted might be in stock. In the several books that she had read on the subject of toxins and antidotes, there was a formula that could temporarily cause a man to go flaccid. Just a tiny drop onto the area and things would go downhill. It would be used as a last resort to keep unwanted attention away at night.

"May I help you?" A stout male, with a red face inquired with a smile.

"Yes, I'm looking for these items. Can you collect them for me?" Nami handed the scribbled list to the clerk and watched him grab a small basket to collect her requested items. Seeing her shopping was getting taken care of, she began to fidget with the umbrella. Bored, she twirled the handle between her palms. She'd rather be shopping for clothes but this was more important.

Her gaze landed on the log pose which was pointing directly behind her now. The damn thing had to be broken or she hadn't quite figured out how to work it properly. It might take longer to understand the workings of a self-made log pose. There was no telling what the creator truly had in mind when she had designed the thing. All she had was the word of Les, who didn't know how to use it either.

Sighing, she took a step back noticing that the clerk was finished with her order and was walking towards the front. There was an outcry of dismay as something pointy but sturdy collided with her bottom. She turned to see what was the cause, aiming to strike someone for being a pervert.

"Sorry," it was a racoon dog with antlers, wearing a hat. The poor thing had turned and was blushing having realized where his accessory had gone. It talked and was purposely standing on two boxes in order to reach the shelf. She might have found it cute but for the reminder of where an antler had gone. It was more her fault for backing up into him.

"The fault was mine, I apologize." Nami wasn't going to cause a scene when it was clearly an accident. She smiled as the dark eyes opened and widened. Had he been expecting her to freak out and start throwing things? "If you'll excuse me, my order is ready."

Could it be? Chopper clapped his jaw shut and stared at the woman walking towards the counter. Could that be her? But they had given up any hope of her being alive. All these months, the slow acceptance that their navigator was truly lost to them. Was she just a doppelganger? The face, the body, and the voice all were Nami. The clothing wasn't something she'd usually wear nor was that her typical mannerism. A stranger that looked exactly like the missing woman and she was even wearing a log pose. He had to tell the others before it was too late.

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A/N: Thank you sincerely for reading. Any constructive critism is greatly appreciated. I edited this one in a hurry so if there are any errors I do apologize. I almost did not continue this fic but decided that I would because it is something I want to do. I like all three males and there aren't many out there with all three with her. I'm not the best writer but I will try to make it a decent read.