With the departure of the Kuja Pirates, life in Bakuvvu had settled back into its natural rhythm. The jungle buzzed with its familiar symphony—the chatter of monkeys, the rustle of leaves, and the distant call of exotic birds. Robin had returned to her daily duties, caring for her animal subjects and savoring her jungle sanctuary's peace.
The sun hung high that afternoon, casting golden rays through the dense canopy. Robin prepared to indulge in one of her favorite pastimes at a nearby lagoon—swimming with Shep, her loyal elephant companion. Shep stood at the water's edge, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the shimmering lagoon. His impatient trumpets echoed through the jungle as he stomped a foot, eager to plunge into the cool water.
Robin chuckled, shaking her head. "Be patient, Shep. A queen must prepare herself properly," she teased.
Behind a curtain of banana leaves, Robin slipped out of her jungle attire, hanging it carefully over a low branch. Sunlight filtered through the thick greenery, casting dappled patterns on the ground and creating a silhouette of her elegant form behind the large leaves. Robin's large, elegant breasts and plump behind are all on display for anyone lucky enough to see them. Her hands ran through her long, raven hair as she sighed contentedly.
"Mmm, it's so hot today. A perfect day for a swim," Robin murmured, her voice soft and serene. She turned toward the lagoon, addressing Shep, who had already dipped a foot into the water. "Don't you agree, Shep?"
Shep trumpeted in agreement, lumbering further into the water and splashing noisily, much to the dismay of a few nearby birds that took flight with indignant squawks.
Robin stepped out from the foliage, brushing the soft grass and warm stones. She came to stand at the edge of a smooth cliff overlooking the lagoon, her silhouette framed by the lush greenery and the sparkling water below. The jungle seemed to pause, almost as if it were paying homage to its queen. Her glistening skin caught the sunlight, giving her an ethereal glow—a reflection of the treasure she fiercely protected in the ruins.
With a graceful movement, Robin raised her arms above her head, her fingers pointing skyward. She inhaled deeply, the scent of damp earth and blooming orchids filling her lungs. Then, she bent her knees and launched herself into a perfect dive in one fluid motion. Her form cut through the air like an arrow, and the water embraced her with a soft splash.
She surfaced moments later, her hair cascading around her shoulders as she laughed softly. Shep greeted her with an exuberant water spray from his trunk, prompting a playful splash.
"Feeling better already, aren't you, big guy?" Robin teased, her voice carrying a note of affection.
The lagoon rippled around them, reflecting the blue sky and emerald foliage. As Robin swam beside Shep, the jungle seemed to hum with contentment, its queen again at peace in her wild, untamed kingdom.
Off the shore of Bakuvvu, a small dinghy glided gently onto the golden sands of its beaches. As the waves lapped at its hull and slowed to a halt, a tangerine-haired woman rose to her feet, her sharp eyes scanning the vast stretch of pristine shore. Holding up a weathered map, she compared its markings to the island before her, noting with satisfaction that they were an exact match.
"So, this is the great Bakuvvu," she murmured, her voice tinged with curiosity and skepticism. "The island where a dozen sailors disappeared… doesn't look so bad to me."
She had heard the stories—whispers of a jungle that swallowed its visitors, of treasures hidden deep within ruins that few ever lived to speak of. Yet, those tales only served to fuel her determination. Treasure was what she sought, treasure to settle a particular debt weighing heavily on her shoulders. And Bakuvvu, with its reputed riches hidden in the heart of the jungle, held the promise of a solution. Mysterious disappearances or not, she intended to explore the island.
The soft, golden sands and crystalline waters painted a serene picture, one that seemed at odds with the ominous reputation the island bore. Her lips curled into a smirk as she took in the idyllic scene.
"Not a bad place for an island of doom," she quipped. "A perfect spot for some treasure hunting… and maybe a little work on my tan."
She leaped nimbly out of the dinghy, her feet sinking slightly into the warm sand. Without hesitation, she unpacked her small boat, precisely laying out her gear. A makeshift camp soon took shape on the deserted beach. Despite her adventurous spirit, she wasn't one to overlook practicality—she knew she'd need a solid base before venturing into the heart of the jungle.
Her eyes drifted momentarily toward the lush green canopy beyond the shoreline, where the jungle loomed like a wall of secrets waiting to be uncovered. She pulled out the map and opened it, where it showed the trail that led to the ruins. She then lifted her gaze to the jungle ahead, initially nervous at what kind of beasts may reside in this strange and remote jungle.
She took a deep breath and exhaled.
"I can do this. I have to do this," she told herself.
With that, the young woman made her way deep into the jungle. There was no turning back now.
In the jungle, Robin and Shep reveled in the tranquil serenity of the lagoon, blissfully unaware of the stranger who had arrived on the island's distant shore. Floating effortlessly on the water's surface, Robin let herself be carried by the gentle current, her gloriously naked body surrendering to the cool, refreshing embrace of the lagoon. The cascading water from a nearby waterfall added a soothing rhythm to the jungle's melody.
She felt completely at ease, a queen of her domain, embraced by the jungle she protected.
"Mmm, that feels so nice," Robin murmured, her voice a soft sigh of contentment.
Shep, ever her loyal companion, stood nearby in the shallow water, spraying himself with his trunk and occasionally casting a watchful eye toward his queen. The gentle ripples of the lagoon carried her further, the sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above, creating dappled reflections on the water's surface.
Robin's eyes fluttered closed as she allowed herself this rare moment of absolute peace. The jungle was calm now, its secrets and dangers seemingly at rest. But the subtle shift in the wind, carrying a scent unfamiliar to the jungle queen, hinted that this serenity would not last long.
Her hands drifted lazily across her skin, tracing the lines of her toned and sun-kissed body. One hand brushed over her right shoulder and down to cup her right breast while the other traced along her waist. Running her hand through the patch of black hair over the sacred place of her body. Each touch was a reminder of the one thing she was missing in this life she had forged in the wild. Since her encounter with the Kuja Pirates, Robin couldn't shake a newfound desire—a longing for companionship. She yearned for something more than her jungle kingdom for the first time in years.
For another woman.
It wasn't something she had realized she wanted until she met Marquette and the other Amazonians. Seeing their natural beauty, the stunning figure of another woman, steered certain feelings within the Jungle Queen. Her mind ran with such fantasies of having another woman to love. To hold. To feel their gloriously naked body against hers as they made such passionate love.
Though deep down, she knew it would never happen.
The young tangerine-haired woman trudged more profoundly into the jungle, her frustration growing with every step. The lush foliage seemed unyielding, vines tangling around her path as though the jungle sought to deter her. She groaned and shoved another vine aside, her patience wearing thin.
"Stupid vines," she muttered. "This would be a lot easier without these shoes."
Pausing to adjust her footwear, she glanced around, the dense greenery blending into an endless maze. "Where am I, anyway?" she grumbled, her tone tinged with uncertainty.
The jungle's vastness felt disorienting, its paths indistinguishable from one another. Doubts crept into her mind—was she still following the map's route? Was the treasure even real? Nami exhaled sharply, determined to shake off the unease.
She glanced down at her wrist, where the Log Pose needle pointed unwaveringly south. It was a small comfort, a sign that she was still on track.
"It's still pointing south," she told herself.
Her eyes flicked to the map in her hand, comparing its markings with the jungle around her. The ancient city promised treasures beyond imagination, and she wasn't about to let a minor inconvenience stand in her way. With renewed determination, Nami pressed forward, her steps quickening. The thought of glittering riches and the relief of paying off her debts spurred her on, even as the jungle whispered its mysteries around her.
Even as she was being watched from the shadows of the foliage.
Tookie, the Jungle Queen's loyal toucan majordomo, is high in the canopy, perched on a sturdy branch. He was preoccupied with preening his vibrant feathers when his sharp eyes caught an unfamiliar figure below—a tangerine-haired woman pushing through the dense underbrush. Tookie's feathers ruffled with alarm at the sight of another intruder on Bakuvvu.
"Tookie! Tookie!" he chirped urgently, preparing to take flight and warn Robin.
But as he spread his wings, movement in the foliage caught his attention. His keen eyes locked onto the disturbance, the leaves shifting unnaturally as something—no, someone—stalked through the jungle toward the unsuspecting woman. Not just one, but several.
Tookie tilted his head, his chirps quieting as he watched intently. Whatever was approaching, it moved with the deliberate grace of a predator. Uncertain whether to flee or observe, the toucan hesitated, his loyalty to Robin urging him to act, but his natural curiosity anchoring him to the spot.
The sudden rustling of foliage snapped Nami out of her concentration on the map. Her gaze darted to the thick palms and dense underbrush behind her. Her body tensed as she spun around to face the jungle, the eerie silence amplifying her unease.
"Hello? Who's there?" Nami called out, her voice steady but edged with caution.
The response came swiftly and without warning. From the shadowy depths of the foliage, a group of figures leaped out, their movements swift and coordinated. Each wore an ornate tribal mask, their bodies adorned with intricate markings and feathers. They wielded long spears, the tips gleaming menacingly in the dappled sunlight as they surrounded her.
Nami gasped, her heart racing as the map slipped from her trembling hands and fluttered to the ground. The circle of masked natives closed in, their silent, deliberate movements speaking louder than any words.
"Whoa, wait a minute!" Nami exclaimed, raising her hands defensively. Her eyes flickered between the spears, searching for an opening. "I didn't mean to intrude! I'm just—just passing through!"
The natives didn't respond, their unwavering stares hidden behind their carved masks. The tension in the air was palpable, the jungle itself seeming to hold its breath as Nami's mind raced for a way out of her precarious predicament.
Seeing the peril, Tookie quickly took flight to warn Robin of what had happened.