"USOPP!" Nami screamed, her heels getting stuck in the brown goo that had remained from the cola foam. She yanked off her shoes, and shook her fist at the sniper, who was flying high amongst the clouds.
"Yes?" Usopp inquired, bobbing in the air.
"What the hell is this?!" Nami yelled, pointing at the goo on the deck. "I told you to clean this up!"
Usopp grinned sheepishly.
"Later?" He inquired, "I'm just about to get a peek of our next island!"
Nami sighed, knowing that eventually, herself or Sanji will have to clean it up. As of late, Usopp had been scouting and sniping better then ever au grâce to the jetpack. It had been a real help, but the thing was so messy, and took up so much cola. They couldn't use it too often.

It had been 2 weeks since Christmas, and everyone was still delighting in their gifts. Nami especially loved her new inks, tools and paper. The materials were really smooth and efficient. They definitely made her job much easier.

Luffy had asked her to sew the little tone dial into his hat, but it turned out to be rather bulky and uncomfortable. As a alternate option, she made it into a armband, similar to the glass and leather one he used to have.

Zoro had grown rather fond of his little moss ball, and had even given it a name. 'Marimo 2' resided in a large glass bowl in the crow's nest. Robin, who kept tabs on everyone, would gossip with Nami about the swordsman's activities with his new pet. According to the archaeologist, Zoro would often talk to the miss ball, even looking to it for bursts of motivation when he was training. Nami had found it adorable, and had confronted the swordsman about it. He'd blushed and put a hand to one of his sheaths, warning her to never speak of it to anyone.

Zoro had bought the cook a subscription to weekly gourmet cigarettes to make up for what would now be known as 'The Lingerie Incident'. Actually, he'd ordered the monthly subscription, but the cook had gone through them so quickly, he'd quickly switched to weekly. According to Sanji, the cigarettes were 'divine and savoury beyond compare'. In any case, Zoro had more than enough payed off his dues, losing his allowance for 3 months on a loan for the subscription.

Chopper was (guiltily) praying for someone to get injured, just to use his new leaves. He'd also forced the crew to chew a leaf right before breakfast, as a supplement. It was too early to tell if they were working, but it was annoying Sanji greatly. The leaves vanquished their appetites, leaving them feeling full. It resulted in Luffy eating 9's worth every morning, and everyone else being malnourished. Currently, Sanji was debating with Chopper on the Pros and Cons of the leaf. They'd agreed on one more week of 'experimenting', and then Chopper would allow the crew back onto their normal meal plans.

Robin was ransacking the library for permanent books to store in her new dial. Though the archaeologist was generally an organized person, she grew frantic easily trying to find the perfect book. She would leave stacks of reading materials all over the library, and Nami was near her limit. It was great that someone shared her passion for books, but Robin was now using her own desk to store potential candidates for the great honor of being stored in the golden dial. She made a mental note to talk to the archaeologist about this later.

Franky was proudly showing off his new underpants. Which would have been 'ok', but he had worn them for nearly 5 days in a row now, and the once kind thought had quickly turned unhygienic, and in Nami's opinion, vomit-worthy. Franky was sweet and all, but this was... More than a little gross.

You could never walk into the Sunny without hearing Brook jamming away on his new guitar. Or was it a violin? Cello? In any case. The sound of his new instrument was simply mesmerizing. It was a joy to hear, and no one disagreed. He was trying to compose a piece unique to that instrument, and was even developing a new type of sheet music. Sooner or later, he'd be responsible for a musical revolution.

The exchange had gone really well, except for one thing. None of the Secret Santas were actually secret. The crew was too close to each other. It was too easy to guess. Nami supposed that was a good thing, as it meant they had bonded really well with each other. But Nami could hardly wait for next year. She planned on making this a tradition, and making even more and better memories than she'd ever made before.

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A.N.: Wow. This has been a long, long journey with all of you. I'm gonna keep this one short, seeing as the entire next chapter will be all recognition. You. Guys. Are. Epic. No joke. Thank you so much for everything. You made this possible. You are the only reason I kept on writing. You encourage me to be the best I can be, and I can't thank you enough. Until tomorrow.

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