Thanks for last chapter's feedback guys! Also, thank you to those of you who explained the Spanish to me. I have adjusted the island's name accordingly (it's just "Oculto" now).

You know, Franky is so smart in his field, that it makes sense to me that he would silently observe and critique buildings and constructions he comes across. Also I think he'd be able to notice another cyborg right away, even if they look totally human. Anyways, here's the chapter, I hope you enjoy it ~

Chapter Three: An Island that is Hidden

The sun rose early on the island, emerging as an orange glow through a gap in the curtains of the room. Franky rolled out of bed, noticing the fresh pair of clothes that had been supplied for him sometime in the night. As it was, he was wearing the set that had been left out for him earlier so that his own clothing could be properly dried, but he'd choose his super speedos over pants any day, and today was no exception.

He arrived in the common area and found that Robin was already there. She was clothed in a freshly-supplied set of clothing of her choice; a light summer dress featuring a soft floral pattern which highlighted her eyes. Her hair was swept into a pony-tail, held in place with the fine red ribbon. It was difficult to take his eyes off her. C-cute…

"Good morning, Franky," she greeted him with a smile.

He quickly and enthusiastically responded. "Super morning to you, Robin! Did you sleep well last night?"

"I did," she responded, getting up out of her seat, "Itzal dropped by a moment ago and said that breakfast is ready and waiting. Also, he wants to take us to the harbour afterwards to see when the next ferry will be coming."

Franky had no objections; the day would best be spent doing something productive. They could work out a means of returning to their Nakama, whilst exploring the island and spending time together. It was a win-win situation.

"Alright," he affirmed.

Together, the pair exited the common room and made their way out into the hallway they'd come down the night before. Franky took a moment to glance outside. From the paned windows of the manor, he could tell that the morning's weather was warm and the sky was clear. Excellent for their plans.

The hallway led to a rather large and impressive dining room they'd glimpsed he night before. A few of the villagers had even gathered, evidentially invited along to breakfast by the Governor. They eyed Franky and Robin curiously as they entered, but mostly stuck to their meals.

Franky took a seat beside Robin and they were free to help themselves to a selection of dishes that were laid out on the table. This was probably just what he needed in order to express his feelings to Robin. A few days spent in one another's company. Just enough time for him to win her over through his own means…

He watched as she delicately took hold of a pitcher of fruit juice, proceeding to pour in into a fresh glass. She then selected a few pieces from the assortment of dishes laid out before them, adding them to her breakfast plate, before she glanced across to his.

"Are you going to eat?" she asked, indicating to the empty plate in front of him.

"Huh? Oh, of course," Franky snapped to attention in such a hurry, he accidentally knocked the pitcher from the table. It fell to the ground with a dull clatter, its contents spilling out over the marble floor.

The other occupants of the large table turned their collective attention to the source of the sound as Franky awkwardly stooped under the table to retrieve the pitcher, a servant hurrying by to clean up the mess. As he straightened up, he was pretty sure he noticed Robin hiding her laughter.

The rest of the meal proceeded uneventfully, and within the half hour, Robin and Franky were heading into town with Itzal.

"The harbour is on the other side of town," Itzal said, "There's a boathouse there where we can organise transportation to the island your Nakama are at. The island you were anchored at was Tanium, am I right? The one with an abandoned sister island? I would assume so, as those are the only other islands within a hundred kilometres from this point, and I can't imagine the storm could have swept you any further than the twenty-kilometre distance."

"That's correct," Robin confirmed.

"No problem then," Itzal said, "All we need to do is find when the next ferry bound for that direction will be departing."

They crossed the bridge from the night before and set foot into the village, which was bustling with morning activity. It looked different during the day. The buildings simmered with the light of the sun, and all up the atmosphere seemed livelier. The air was fresh with ocean breeze and the scent of freshly baked bread from a nearby patisserie.

They walked along a channel of water, passing a few people net fishing as they went. Itzal explained the area was good for lobsters and other such varieties. Franky watched as a young woman tugged at the strings of a medium-sized net, pulling up three or four crayfish as she did. "Most of the produce is sold at the markets," Itzal said, "Though I don't doubt they'd keep some of it to feed themselves."

Robin began to talk about an old legend she'd read regarding such fishing practises. Franky listened on intently as Robin explained how the fishers would have to be careful when setting up their fish traps, otherwise they could damage the equipment or lose a limb.

"Your historical knowledge is brilliant," Itzal commended her once she'd finished.

"I'm glad you found it interesting," Robin responded, amused by his response.

Franky couldn't help but notice the way Robin smiled after receiving the compliment. He chose to ignore it, however. She was just happy to receive the admiration, that was all. He focused instead on the various sights the town offered alongside the fishing channel.

It was a considerable distance to the boathouse by foot (it was located on the coast whilst Itzal's manor was close to the island's centre), but it was an enjoyable journey nonetheless. Eventually, they rounded a bend and the boathouse and harbour entered their field of vision. Franky recognised it as the port he'd seen whilst swimming to the island the day before. Being located on the edge of town, the boathouse was the most costal structure on the island. It was decently-sized as well, large enough to house about three Sunny-sized ships, and also had plenty more space within the harbour that surrounded it.

"Before we enter…" Itzal began once they'd had time to take in the setting, "I'll let you know that the gentleman in charge of this boathouse a little on the loopy side."

"How so?" Franky questioned.

"Well not in a bad way, I guess…" Itzal admitted, "We are long-time acquaintances, and I've come to know him as something of a friend, if you're willing to call it that... He has a few screws loos, is all." As they approached, a plume of green smoke shot out of an opening in the ceiling and Itzal muttered something along the lines of 'up to his usual tricks'.

The man at the boathouse was of a jolly variety, standing and greeting them as soon as they entered. He was relatively short, barely reaching Itzal's shoulder, though seemed to have a copious supply of soft muscle. His hair was short and the colour of glowing charcoal. Perhaps it was glowing charcoal. It was kind of hard to tell.

"Itzal, my old friend!" he exclaimed, taking the cyborg in a vigorous handshake, "Long time no see! What can I do you for today?"

"Hello there, Ernest," Itzal returned the greeting, "Just quickly dropping by this time. I've been occupied with the usual business as you can imagine."

"Oh yes, yes, I understand," Ernest replied, nodding his head so vigorously, Franky wondered if it would pop off. The boathouse keeper then turned to him and Robin. "Oh hello there! Some new faces, I see. Friends of yours, Itzal?"

"These are Robin and Franky. They were caught up in a storm and washed ashore yesterday," Itzal explained, "They have Nakama waiting for them on Tanium Island, though seeing as our Oculto Island is not detected by a Log Pose, it may be slightly difficult for their friends to find us."

"I see," Ernest acknowledged, "I think there's something I can do about that. Will you be happy to catch a ferry back to Tanium?"

"That's the idea," Robin responded, "It's still a few days before our navigator's log pose sets anyway, so it would be best if we could return to them rather than them coming to get us."

"Alright, I'll see what we can do…"

"Do you have a ship headed to Tanium soon?" Franky asked.

"Unfortunately you've just missed it by a day. It will be back in within the week, however," answered Ernest.

"Nami said the log would take less than a week to set," Robin said, "So there's probably still a few more days on that end as well. Perhaps we can meet them back at Tanium and continue our journey from there."

"In that case, you're welcome to stay at the manor as long as you need," Itzal offered.

Robin thanked him with a smile and turned back to Ernest. "By the way… How do ships find their path back here if it's not detected by the log?" she asked.

"We have an assortment of vivre cards set throughout the island," Ernest explained, "It is required that each ship venturing out holds a stock of these cards so that they may find their way back."

"A good strategy," Robin commended, "Though I hope none of the out-going ships lose their card and sink."

"Thankfully that has yet to happen," Itzal supplied with a laugh.

Another storm rolled in during the afternoon. A torrential downpour drenched the entire island within a minute of the first storm cloud appearing, though the sudden change in weather wasn't surprising given their position on the Grand Line. Looking out to sea, nothing could be seen but the grey blur of cloud over wild water. It was hard to believe that yesterday they'd been in that. They were better prepared this time, though still slightly caught out by the storm's suddenness.

A few hours had passed since they'd left the boathouse and parted with Itzal for the day. The two had since explored much of the town together. However, it hadn't quite gone as Franky had envisioned. Robin had barely spoken at all over the course of the day. When asked about it, she'd simply brushed it off with a smile. Perhaps she was tired. Nonetheless, even if the silence was an uncomfortable one, she herself didn't exhibit any signs of unease, and that was the most important thing. Franky had tried livening her up of course, through his usual vibrant means. But evidentially Robin wasn't in the mood today.

And now, as it rained, they stood in further silence. Franky glanced beside him to where Robin was. They were standing together beneath the shelter of the awning of a shopfront, the structure's sturdy frame supplying the adequate shelter they needed. He noted the way the droplets sat in her hair, light from the nearby store shining off them like tiny crystals, and the way here eyes seemed to glow, despite the weather around them.

And her hand, so close to his…

He could reach out and take it now if he tried. It would only be a small movement, given how close they were. It wasn't as simple as it sounded, but he could do it… he would do it, yes. He would count backwards in his head from five and then he would release the smaller hand from within his palm, and take her hand in his own.

Five…

He would do it. He would definitely do it.

Four…

How would she react to it though? She'd accept it, right?

Three…

He wouldn't know until he tried…

Two…

The small opening in his palm prepared itself. Now or never…

One…

"Ah there you are!"

Franky quickly retracted the smaller hand back into place and turned to see Itzal walking towards them in the rain, a vast umbrella held up over his head, keeping the water from soaking him through. He caught himself frowning at the man's timing, but it wasn't as though there was anything he could do about it. It had been entirely unintentional.

"Good afternoon, Itzal," Robin greeted him as he joined them beneath the awning.

Itzal folded his umbrella as he reached the shelter, several water droplets running down the material and off the tip, to the ground. "Good afternoon," he said in return, "It's gotten rather wet, hasn't it? Has your day been enjoyable otherwise?"

"Yes," Robin answered.

"Have you any plans for tonight?" he asked.

"We haven't decided on anything," Robin told him.

"In that case, why not join me at the manor? There will be a few more guests tonight as well, if you'd like to socialise."

Robin's eyes lingered on Itzal for a moment longer than Franky had expected, and he wondered what was going on in her mind. "We'd love to," she said eventually.

"Yes, that would be super!" Franky agreed, despite thinking otherwise.

"It's settled then," Itzal said, "Why not accompany me back now? It will be evening soon, after all."

There was no way for Franky to object, and all Itzal's questions and offers seemed to be aimed at Robin anyway, which she accepted. Franky didn't mind. So long as Robin was happy, he would be too. However, he was detecting something odd about her. As Itzal held out the umbrella to accommodate her through the rain, he noticed it again. But what was it?

The walk back to the manor felt longer than the journey into town that morning. Probably because of the rain. The umbrella Itzal had brought along was not big enough for the three of them, thus Franky had insisted he didn't need it and that he wanted to take a look at something else in town anyway. This wasn't entirely the truth; there was nothing else he wanted to see in town at this moment in time. He simply stood and watched the figures of Robin and Itzal as they disappeared towards the manor. Robin hadn't objected at all to him not coming along. In fact, if Franky could have guessed, it seemed almost as though she wanted him to stay back for a while. As though she wanted to spend time alone with Itzal. She was a lot more talkative with him as well… He shook the thoughts away. It wasn't super at all, and he was probably way off.

For a few moments he loitered in the rain, watching people as they passed, until he decided it was about time he returned to the manor. He could ask Robin if anything was up later.

The rain was still heavy, but it wasn't as bad as earlier. It was only water, after all. As he continued, the rain falling on him ceased. It must have eased off, he figured. Until he realised that around him it was still raining as heavily as before, and yet he wasn't getting soaked through… Looking upwards, he noticed a large hand arching over from his back, blocking out most of the rain almost as successfully as any large umbrella would have done.

"Robin…" he said, though was sure she wouldn't hear him; her and Itzal were probably nearly back at the manor by now.

When he'd wanted to hold her hand back there, this hadn't been exactly what he had in mind, by any means. And if anyone in the town saw him, they'd probably give him weirder looks than usual. But Franky didn't mind. He wasn't sure what Robin was up to at the moment. Maybe she'd let him in on something later…

Franky barely had a chance to speak to Robin during dinner, however. Itzal had invited a number of guests over, all of whom seemed interested in individually speaking with the island's two new arrivals. Franky found himself endlessly questioned about things regarding his life on the Sunny, though didn't mind answering without too much detail. He decided he'd approach Robin after dinner instead; it would be difficult to ask her anything with all these people around, especially when the two of them had been seated at almost opposite ends of the table.

He couldn't help but notice how close she was seated to Itzal. She wasn't right next to him, though she may as well have been, with the amount of time the pair spent locked in conversation. Franky didn't often catch what they were talking about due to the hum of other conversations taking place, but when he did catch a word or two, it seemed to be on subjects he himself had, at most, limited knowledge concerning. Things Robin would often tell him about, that he couldn't contribute to, so would only listen and silently appreciate the quiet passion Robin held for those things she talked about… but now there was someone who understood…

Itzal seemed equally mesmerised by Robin's wealth of knowledge for subjects in her field, and was able to contribute a great deal of his own knowledge on such topics. If he were to speak with either of the two, it would be Robin. He only seemed to speak to Franky over incidental things, which didn't range any further from requesting he pass the bottle of wine ('don't knock it over!' he added jokingly).

It wasn't until dinner—as well as a rather prolonged musical recital by one of the other guests—had finished that he and Robin were finally alone again. They walked side by side back to their quartes, the long corridor lit up by the fancy ceiling lights.

Franky had been rethinking his plans for this island. Perhaps he would have to try a different approach; things weren't going the way he'd imagined, after all. He still hadn't yet properly expressed his feelings to Robin. He had resolved that anything 'subtle' might not work. Robin would only play along… but maybe that was what needed to happen, for now at least. The umbrella she'd made with a large hand—that had been subtle, right? Seeing as Robin had made a move, Franky decided it was time he tried something subtle too.

Racking his mind for something he could say or do, he finally came to a conclusion. "It's romantic, isn't it?" he asked.

Robin glanced over at him. "What is?"

"This island," Franky answered.

Robin looked as though she were about to smile. "I'm not quite sure what you're saying."

"What I'm saying, is that two people could discover hidden super feelings for each other while staying here. Like, though could fall in love… don't you agree?"

Robin didn't respond for a moment. It seemed as though she had tuned out. She gazed distantly out a wide window as they passed, and then back in the direction they'd come, before once again looking ahead as they continued back to their quarters. "Perhaps," she murmured.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Itzal… he's quite different to anyone I've ever met," Robin whispered.

"What?"

"Oh, it's nothing," she dismissed, "It's just that Governor Itzal…he's a very intriguing person, don't you think?

"Uhh…" Franky hadn't thought much about it, other than the fact the other man was also a cyborg. "Yeah, I suppose so." Robin seemed super interested in him. But how come? "You're not falling for him, are you?" he asked before he could stop himself, just as they arrived at their quarters.

Robin actually did smile this time. "Of course not."

Trying is best to be completely convinced, Franky followed her inside. No… he dismissed. Robin wasn't falling for that man. That would be ridiculous. He was paranoid, that was it. But he couldn't deny that when she spoke about him like that it certainly seemed as though she'd taken more than a liking to him. He needed to quit thinking like this; it wasn't super of him at all. He resolved that he needed to go for a walk. He voiced his intentions as Robin took a seat

"Alright. Enjoy yourself," Robin encouraged him, picking up the novel she'd been reading and opening to where she'd left it. "Don't get torn apart by a forest animal."

"You're happy to just sit there reading?" he asked.

Robin nodded, not looking up. "It's one of my favourites," she explained.

"I'll probably see you later then?"

Robin remained in the common room by the fire, reading her novel, briefly muttering her farewell to him as she turned a page.

Soon Franky was outside, this time in the cooler evening air much like the night before. He pulled the jacket firmer around his shoulders. For such a warm summer island, the nights were cold in comparison. He paced down the wealthy boulevard, soon reaching the large bridge that transferred him into town. He then came to a halt. Where would he go from here? He shrugged and continued, letting his feet take him in whichever direction.

Things had become complicated. When they'd washed ashore on this island, Franky had thought it would be the ideal setting for them to spend a few days together, yet something wasn't right. The more he thought about it the more he realised there was definitely something off about the way Robin was acting, and it had nothing to do with him being paranoid. Had he not known her at all, he would have completely fallen for it. Had he known her less, he probably wouldn't have noticed anything about her behaviour. Often, Franky was able to deduce a lot of people based on their actions. It was small, but there was something strange about the way she was acting. As always she was nearly impossible to read, even for Franky. The way she regarded Itzal… What was up with Itzal anyway? That guy and his hospitality…

Franky sighed, resolving not to think too much more on the subject. That's why he'd decided to go on this walk after all. Perhaps he really wasreading too much into it. And alright, he was paranoid. This combination was making him see things that weren't there, and jump to false assumptions.

It still didn't explain why Robin was acting considerably distant. Had he annoyed her in some way? Franky honestly couldn't think of anything, and then of course there was that moment earlier when she'd shielded him from the rain despite being far ahead of him. That really hadn't been a necessary action, and yet she'd done it for him…

He was over thinking. That was all.

He was well into the town by now. The sky was completely dark, yet there was enough illumination around him that he could easily see where he was going. As he continued, he realised what was strange about the island: there were no children. Given that it was now late at night, there wouldn't be any out anyway. But throughout the day, he'd seen none. On most islands, there would be quite a few. Franky would often impress them by flaunting some of his super abilities, but he hadn't done that at all on this island. Why weren't there any children? They hadn't been taken away by someone like at Punk Hazard, had they? But no, the island's citizens seemed far too relaxed for that sort of thing. He would have heard something about it if that had been the case.

There was something else as well, but he couldn't quite work it out.

Eventually, he found himself at the boathouse again. A light was still on inside, indicating that Ernest was yet to retire home for the day. Despite what Itzal had said about him being 'a bit loopy', Franky had taken a liking to the man. He walked around the harbour, stopping for a moment to inspect some of the older vessels lined up in what must have been a repair port. Rust encrusted much of one of the ship's metal foundations. It likely couldn't sail much more in this condition, which was probably why it was anchored here, so close to port.

He decided to drop by and give the Ernest a visit. He could probably use a bit of company after all, and they could talk about ship-building. Wandering over to the boathouse they'd entered that morning, Franky pushed the door open.

"Sorry, we're just closing!" Ernest greeted without looking up when the bell above the door sounded.

"That's super OK, bro!" Franky said, preparing to exit again, "I'll come back tomorrow."

"Ah Franky, m'boy," Ernest said, having looked up, "How are you doing? Are you enjoying your stay at Oculto?"

"It's not bad," Franky answered honestly.

"Your missus is back at the manor, I guess?"

"…My missus?"

"You know, the pretty lady who came in with you today? Robin, was it? Or is she not your missus? Pardon my assumption, the pair of you seemed a lot like a couple," he said with a laugh.

"We do?" Franky questioned, trying to hide his joy over hearing such words.

"Enough so for me to think you were," Ernest laughed as he offered up a seat cross from him, which Franky accepted. Ernest's laughter faded, as did the lantern light, casting dark shadows in his face. "But now for more pressing matters," the atmosphere suddenly seemed to change with his demeanour, "What brings you here at this late hour?"

"I felt like going for a walk," Franky responded.

"Is that so?"

"That's right."

"Nothing's troubling you? Not confused by this island? Not searching for answers?"

"Uhhh… just taking a walk tonight."

"And you just happened to end up here?"

"What can I say, I'm a shipwright."

"That you are, son. Take a seat."

Franky saw no reason not to do so.

"How has the Governor been treating you?" Ernest queried once his guest was seated.

Franky shrugged. "Itzal? Well he's given us a place to stay for now and doesn't seem to expect anything in return. So pretty well, I guess."

Ernest chuckled and fumbled at his desk. "Sounds about right."

The two sat in silence for a few awkward moments, before Ernest finished fumbling with whatever was on his desk and turned back to Franky. "This island has always has a way of showing things for what they are," he said, "'Opening one's eyes', if you will."

"Huh?"

"Things aren't always what they first appear to be."

"Such as…?"

"Well for a very literal example, this place is actually a winter island," Ernest revealed.

"What?" Franky thought of the bright, warm weather they'd experienced so far, "That's ridiculous!"

"Indeed. But it is the truth. If you were to drill deep enough into the soil, you would soon find that Oculto bears a striking similarity with both you and the Governor."

Franky thought for a moment. There had been an additional strange feature about the island he hadn't been able to figure out. But it was clear now. "It's a cyborg," he realised.

"As such, the island won't be acknowledged by any normal log pose," Ernest continued,

"Furthermore, there are several incubators set up all around the island located beneath the ground, that are efficient enough to change the climate of the entire archipelago. You're wearing a jacket right now, aren't you? That's because the island's incubators aren't as strong at night."

While the prospect was odd, it did answer a few questions.

"Originally this place was a small wintry dot, rarely ventured to. About ten years ago, Governor Itzal found it and decided to claim it as his own. Now at the time, it wasn't very liveable. A natural wasteland, unseen by the rest of the world, avoided by any sailors who may have passed nearby. Itzal however, saw something in this place no one else saw. To him, this icy wasteland was full of promise and potential. The first thing he set himself about was stabilising the place."

A high-pitched whistling sounded from the next room and Ernest quickly excused himself to retrieve a kettle. After offering Franky a cup of tea (which he declined) and filling a cup for himself, he continued.

"I believe the Governor managed to access some specialised and advanced method of terraforming. He gave the place a stable coastline, beaches, solid ground. He allowed a few of the water-spots to remain, which are the rivers and lakes you see today. At this point, the island was advancing, but it still had a winter climate... You might have noticed the architecture of some of the older buildings. Those are the types of buildings you'd imagine to find in cold climates, wouldn't you?"

Franky nodded in affirmation, "The roofs are slanted so the snow cans slide off instead of building up." It was a basic technique.

Ernest took a sip of tea. "By this time, Itzal had installed various magnetic contraptions into the island's soil, rendering it untraceable by the pull of a log pose. As a result, our only visitors are people who've gotten lost. Some of them… many of them… stay here, under the watch of the Governor. It's a dark void to the rest of the world. Virtually non-existent. No one notices us, so we can do as we please."

"Robin and I won't stay here though," Franky resented, "We have Nakama to return to… Staying here for more than a few days was never our plan anyway."

"Well of course not," Ernest responded, "You're catching the next satellite ferry out to Tanium, right?"

"That's the plan," Franky said with a nod.

"Then you need not worry yourself too much over the state of the island. However…" Ernest stood and began to cross the room. "No matter how convincing and amazing a job Governor Itzal does to cover it, the truth will always manage to reveal itself in some way. Observe," having reached the other side of the room, he drew open a curtain, revealing a glass tube encasing a tree a lot like the ones Franky had seen about on the island. "This is a small incubator, displaying how the weather on this island works, though obviously on a much smaller scale. When you arrived here a few minutes ago, the tree was like any other on this island, but I switched off the incubator. What do you notice about it now?"

Franky took a closer look, now noting how the tree didn't seem to be in the same condition as the others on the island. Its leaves—which otherwise would be luscious and green—were turning dark and wilting. The tree was gradually freezing up.

Once he was sure Franky had taken a good look, Ernest switched on the incubator once again. "The tree will be back at its original health within the hour," he said, "But I find it's an effective demonstration of this island's true climate. Should this preservation not be maintained, the island would slowly regress back to its original climate."

"Why are you telling me all this?" Franky asked.

"Because," Ernest warned, "It may mean something to you in the future. You need to be careful. You're playing a dangerous game by being here."

As Franky made his way back to the manor, he pondered what Ernest had told him.

So what if Itzal had transformed the climate and made the island into a cyborg? That took super skill, Franky had to admit. And of course the island's original climate would take over should the summer technology not be consistent. That was nature, right? But what the island's artificial climate had to do with the its lack of civilians younger than their twenties, Franky could only guess. And he guessed it had nothing to do with that at all, save for the fact the island was made predominately of lost people. Though he wondered all the same.

And what was that deal about 'playing a potentially dangerous game by being here'? Franky shrugged. It made no sense. Ernest was slightly loopy after all, so they said. So Itzal said.

But there was nothing to be concerned about (not that he was concerned at all). Besides, he and Robin would be out of here in a few days time, resuming their voyage with their Nakama. Everything would go back to normal. At any rate, Robin seemed to like and trust Itzal. Though why hadn't he said anything about the island actually being a winter archipelago? Again, Franky could only guess. Perhaps he'd told Robin about it in one of their many discussions. Franky resolved to put the conversation with Ernest, as well as any thoughts regarding Itzal and Robin out of his mind and return to the manor for the night. It was getting late.

By the time he returned to the common room, Robin had already retired to her quarters for the night. The room was again silent as it had been the night before.

Thanks for reading! If the story could be divided into three sections, the next chapter would be the end of part one. Also, don't go getting the wrong idea with what's going on, like Franky has. Nothing overly shippy in this chapter, but yay, plot~ If you have the time, please let me know what you think (: