Oh my goodness, this chapter was so hard to write for some reason. I had the WORST case of writer's block...I just couldn't figure out how to start it ;w; but I did eventually. Like, it was so bad, I was tempted to make a log of my thoughts/progress, or lack thereof. But that's boring :P

But then, spontaneously one night, I just sped right through this and was just "NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW :D"...and then had to stop really close to the end because I didn't know how to continue ;^;

So here it is, finally, chapter 2! Thanks to those who supported me and followed my first fic ;;w;; I'll remember you until I don't because I forget my own name sometimes.

Chapter 2:

A lot had happened since that day I made my voyage on the sea.

Zoro and I found a navigator, Nami, after weeks of just roaming on the open ocean with nothing but apples (and being carried away by a giant bird I only intended to eat) and fighting a weird clown dude. Then we went to this place called "Syrup Island" (surprisingly, syrup was not their main meal) and got a sharpshooter named Usopp AND a boat! After, well, fighting a weird cat dude. I was just lying on the head of our ship, a giant sheep head (both adorable AND awesome) when I had realized how many weird pirates there are.

Though it was completely uneventful, I at least had someone to play with now. Usopp taught me how to shoot things with a cannon, which was pretty cool, but I felt a slight absence with him. We would play some games like tag or target practice with birds or rocks, which was a nice change, but there was something in me that...I don't know. I couldn't play with him for too long or that feeling would grow, so I faked some excuse for me to leave or something.

So I decided to just bug Zoro some.

And…

I found I could do it for the entire day.

I would poke his cheeks until he opened his eyes angrily to hit me or chase me around the deck until he caught me and ruffled my hair or something. I would come out laughing and he would hit me on the head before walking off mumbling something with sleepy slurs. Then I'd wait for him to go to sleep to repeat the whole process. During meals, I would talk and laugh loudly with my mouth hanging open, but then Nami would get mad, too. It's not as fun when Nami gets mad at me.

I also noticed how well Zoro understood me. He was the first directly after me to pull Usopp into our crew without letting him have a say. When Usopp did that stupid painting on the sail that looked like him, we both hit him at the same time. When Nami and Usopp would yell at me for something or say whatever I wanted to do was "reckless" or "an idiotic idea", Zoro would agree with me and go with my brilliant plan. Nami must have noticed something or another when she pulled me away from my daily Zoro poking.

"Hi Luffy," she greeted distractedly while casually standing in front of the nearly empty refrigerator to block my path.

"Hey, Nami! You ruined my schedule!" I laughed playfully, and Nami rubbed the back of her head nervously.

"Yeah, about that. Luffy...what is your relationship with Zoro?"

"Uhm…" I scratched my head and tilted my head back and forth in thought. My mind went back to that strange feeling I had without him. "Well...I like playing with him a lot. I don't know why, though…"

I thought some more, my arm slinking lazily behind my back. Nami seemed to be thinking about something as well.

"Well, maybe it's because you two are so different. Opposites attract, you know?" Her voice sounded fine and cheery, but some other emotions seemed mixed in her face. "Maybe you guys are just really close friends."

"Oh! Like best friends?" A wide grin spread on my face just before I lightly tossed the apple I snatched when Nami wasn't looking. "That's awesome! A fitting role for my first mate!"

I bolted out the door in a fit of laughter with our orange haired navigator angrily stampeding after me, though the apple was long gone.