The Thousand Sunny cut through the waves like a bird soaring through the sky. The weather was fair, not too hot but not too cold. Clouds dotted the sky and the wind was pushing them exactly where they needed to go. It was one of those lazy days. They wouldn't reach their destination for quite some time, so why not spend it relaxing?
Nami lounged atop a sun chair, her long orange hair tied up behind her in a ponytail. She wore a green sundress, opting to relax rather than tan herself. Sunglasses shielded her closed eyes from the glare. She smiled to herself while she listened to the idle chatter coming from farther down the deck.
Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper were seated upon the gunwale, the upper edge of the ship, idly fishing. "And I finally snagged the beast," Usopp was in the middle of one of his tall tales. Luffy was intently focused on his fishing, but Chopper clung to the sniper's every word. "The Mighty Tuna of Tortuga was no match for a master angler like me!"
"But no matter how hard I reeled it in, it wouldn't come any closer!" he continued. "But no matter how hard it tried to get away, I wouldn't let it get any farther!"
"Wow!" Chopper's eyes were lit up, completely enraptured by Usopp's lie.
"For four days and four nights we struggled," Usopp prattled on. "Neither of us gave an inch!" Chopper leaned in, taking the bait himself. "And then, a Sea King snatched up the tuna!"
"WHAAAAT?!" Chopper cried, and would have fallen off the gunwale had Luffy not stuck his hand out.
"But thanks to the change in momentum, I was able to haul the entire Sea King to shore!" Usopp puffed out his chest. "The people of Tortuga would never feel hunger for the rest of their lives!"
"That's incredible!" Chopper cheered, clapping his little hooves together.
Usopp waved his hand dismissively as he rubbed his nose bashfully. "Oh, stop," he said. "You don't have to shower me with praise or anything."
"Oh, okay then," Chopper turned back to his fishing rod, leaving a dejected Usopp to kick himself for his choice of words.
Before he could mope for long, Luffy shot to his feet. "I've got a bite!" he said, yanking on his rod. "Tasty, tasty fish!" he grunted as he fought against the currents. With one final pull, his catch breached the water and came clattering down onto the deck.
"That's a weird-looking fish," Luffy said, cocking his head in confusion. Laying at his feet was a battered and waterlogged ship's wheel. Three of its eight spokes were shattered, and a large chunk of the ring was missing. It was bloated and splintered, clearly having been in the water for some time.
Hearing the noise, Nami lowered her sunglasses to see what the commotion was. Seeing the wheel, she looked over the edge of the ship. Debris bobbed around them, forever drifting among the waves. Squinting her eyes, Nami clocked a larger density of debris off in the distance.
"Shipwreck!" Nami yelled, alerting the rest of the crew. Turning to their Helmsman, she shouted, "Jinbe! Hard to port!"
"Aye aye!" the Fishman said, turning the wheel and sending the ship hurtling towards the source of the disaster. The rest of the crew burst onto the deck, summoned by the commotion on deck.
Nami explained the situation to them and the crew sprang into action. Raising the sails and moving forward with the paddles, they slowly approached the wreckage. Were they in search of fallen spoils? Survivors? They were pirates. They could do as they pleased.
The crew sifted through the wreckage, searching for anything and everything. They didn't find much. A soaked through ship's log told as much of the story as they could make out through the ruined pages and ink. This was a simple merchant's vessel. No mention of anything particularly valuable, as far as they could tell, at least. There was no passenger manifest. Only the crew.
None of which could be found.
Some of the pieces of wood they found bobbing in the water were scorched. Nami looked off into the distance, faintly seeing a black cloud dissipating on the horizon. "They must have sailed through a storm," she mused.
"How unlucky can you get?" Sanji grumbled, scratching his head. "Getting struck by lightning in the middle of the ocean?"
"Hopefully it killed them instantly before they could burn up in the fire or fall into the ocean and drown," said Robin, staring wistfully at the wreckage.
"Always looking on the bright side, huh?" Usopp said wearily. Robin simply smiled at him.
As they chatted, no one noticed Luffy looking off into the distance. His brow furrowed, and he suddenly threw his arm back. The crew froze as their captain shot his arm forward, stretching far past any of the wreckage they were looking through.
When it returned, there was a little boy clinging to his hand. Luffy set him down on the deck. Nami sprinted over, skidding to a stop by the shivering boy. "Chopper!" she yelled, snapping the reindeer boy out of his stupor.
"Right!" he said, shaking his head. Rushing to the boy's side, he gave him a thorough examination. "He's freezing!" the little doctor yelled. "Someone go get a blanket!"
"On it!" shouted Sanji, sprinting through a cabin door.
"Hey, look at me," Nami said to the dazed boy. "You're going to be okay." The boy nodded, but didn't speak. Sanji swiftly returned with a blanket in record time. Nami quickly wrapped it around the boy, letting the warmth sink into his shivering body.
"I don't think he's got hypothermia," Chopper said, helping Nami bundle the boy up. "We got to him just in time." Nami breathed a sigh of relief. "All we can do now is keep him warm."
"On it," Nami said, sitting down and pulling the boy into her arms. She held him close to her chest, trying to warm him up with her own body as well as she could. "Hi," she said once she had calmed down. "I'm Nami. What's your name?"
"K- Ken" he said through chattering teeth.
"That's a nice name, Ken," Nami said, gently rocking the boy. "You're safe now. There's nothing to worry about."
"What do we do with him?" Luffy asked, leaning his head way too close to the two of them. Nami's fist crashed down on his skull, sending her captain flailing backwards.
"Back off!" she yelled. Turning gentle once more, she asked the boy in her arms, "Where are you from?"
"K- Konbifu..." came his quiet, shivering reply.
"Konbifu?" Nami asked. "That's where we were going!" She smiled at the boy. "How would you like a ride home?" Ken nodded, holding onto Nami even more tightly. "It's going to be a while until we get there, so make yourself at home until we do."
She rose to her feet, lifting the boy into her arms as she did. "You must be starving," she said, heading for the kitchen. "Let's get you something to eat." Steam billowing from the vent above the kitchen told her Sanji had already begun cooking. Good man.
Nami took little Ken to the mess to grab a bite, not knowing that her life was about to undergo a massive change.
As the days passed, Ken both literally and figuratively warmed up. He had fun playing games with Luffy and Usopp, reading books with Chopper and Robin, and marvelled at the robotics in Franky's workshop. He enjoyed listening to Brook's music and Jinbe's stories. And he was often used as ammunition in Zoro and Sanji's never ending rivalry, one would send him to annoy the other.
But the crew member he spent the most time with undoubtedly Nami. If someone couldn't find him, nine times out of ten he would be attached to the navigator's hip. Whether he considered her his savior or if he had developed a crush on the beautiful girl, no one could say. But they enjoyed each other's company all the same.
The Thousand Sunny didn't have much in the way of spare bedrooms, which left the boy no choice but to sleep in the women's quarters. It was nice for Nami, having someone cute to cuddle with while she slept. Robin kept giving her knowing glances, but the younger woman didn't know why. If Ken was comfortable, that was all that mattered.
The problem came when Ken got a little too comfortable one night.
The feeling of his small fingers brushing against her cleavage made Nami's eyes snap wide open. But it was just a slight shift in his sleep posture. Nothing to be concerned about. His hands gently caressed her stomach underneath her shirt, making her shiver. Why did this feel so good?
Nami shook her head. These were not the thoughts to be having when she was getting felt up by a little kid! Well, not felt up. Just accidentally touched in his sleep. He was sleeping, right?
She held her breath, listening for his. Ken breathed slowly and rhythmically. Unless he was faking, he was sound asleep. She nestled back into her pillow, trying to get some sleep. Her readjustment shifted the boy, who wrapped his arms around her. Nami might have found the unconscious gesture cute if he wasn't grabbing two big handfuls of her ass! The burning sensation between her legs told her the rest of the story. She was getting turned on by this!
Had it really been that long? Was she really so touch-starved that a little kid was able to do this sort of thing to her without even trying? It didn't make any sense! She wasn't that easy!
But the warm weight of the child and the sensation of his hands on her ignited a desire inside her that she couldn't deny. Nami fought to hold back a groan as he continued to cuddle up with her. The innocence of his movements only heightened her arousal, her breathing quickening. Despite the unusual situation, Nami found herself increasingly aroused, squirming under Ken's innocent touch. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have a partner who explored her like this, albeit in a very different context.
Against all logic, she found herself enjoying herself as she gently pulled the covers over him, staying awake, savoring the sensation. The moonlight seeped through the porthole, making her far too aware of what was happening. The reality of her enjoyment and, together with Ken's innocent gropes, they meshed to form a jarring mix of guilt and lust, a strange and confusing dance of feelings Nami was unable to decipher.
Unable to contain the swell of emotions and arousal any longer, Nami slipped her hand into her shorts, her eyes fixed on the sleeping child. Her breathing quickened as she began to rub herself, mirroring the pace of his tiny hands unintentionally caressing her. As her body responded to her touch, a sense of guilt crept in, but her mind only drifted further into her pleasure-laden haze. The innocent child, his dreams untouched by the darker desires that were now overwhelming her, only heightened her desires.
Blood rushed through her veins, her heart pounding in rhythm with her moves. The boy's small hands sent erotic waves through her, and her breathing quickened. Every touch was deliberate, every stroke controlled. The moonlight, the boy, and her arousal - all melded into a seamless connection that led her closer and closer to the edge.
The world around her melted away as she succumbed to the overwhelming pull of her desires, losing herself in the intoxicating dance of passion and longing. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the raw, consuming power of her desires.
In the haze of her arousal, Nami barely noticed when one of her breasts slipped out of her top. His small hand latched onto it, his curiosity getting the better of him. His lips brushed against her skin, sending jolts of pleasure through her despite the unexpected intrusion. Her breath hitched as he suckled gently, skillfully pulling her nipple into his mouth.
The intense combination of the boy's innocent actions and her own touch sent shockwaves through Nami. Her entire world became a symphony of sensations, every movement amplified, her climax barreling closer. Suddenly, like a hurricane wrapping around her, the pleasure exploded, sweeping over her in a powerful wave. She cried out softly, her hips jerking involuntarily, her orgasm reaching new heights with Ken's unexpected involvement.
As her climax subsided, she caught her breath, her heart pounding in her ears. The confusion, the guilt, the arousal - it all swirled together, tangled at this moment of pleasure and innocence.
After catching her breath, Nami lay there, heavy with guilt but oh-so-satisfied. With a soft sigh, she slowly returned to reality, and gently placed Ken's hand back on the bed cover, her nipple still tingling from his touch. The boy slept on, his fingers curled in a tight fist. A part of her knew what she had done was wrong, yet another part couldn't help but marvel at the bizarre chain of events.
Eventually, sleep claimed her, lulled by the rocking of the ship and heavy with an uneasy, but deep sleep. As the night slipped into morning, Nami's thoughts whirled with the strange turn of events, and a promise to herself - to never repeat such actions again, even if the memory of it had been burned into her mind.
Over the next few days, Nami acted like all was well. She performed her normal routine as she always did. Navigating the dangerous seas of the New World, mapping the islands they had come across, and doing her best to avoid Ken entirely. The less she thought about that night, the better. But every time she saw his face, she remembered him sucking on her nipple and-
It wasn't worth thinking about.
Her avoidance seemed to be working. There were nine other people on the ship, after all. It was fairly easy for her to pass him onto someone else if he tried to spend time with her. And no one else seemed to notice the shift in their dynamic. No one but Robin, of course.
"Nami, is something wrong?" the older woman asked. "You've been very... distant lately."
"Distant how?" Nami asked, feigning ignorance. She had been putting up a front, but she didn't realize it was so obvious. Or maybe it wasn't, if Robin was the only one to bring it up.
"Well, in the beginning, you and our young passenger seemed inseparable," Robin noted. "But now I can't remember the last time I saw the two of you together."
"Really?" Nami asked. "I hadn't been paying attention." She shrugged. "I guess he got tired of me or something. You know how boys are."
"I do..." Robin said, eyeing the younger woman suspiciously. Nami was a good liar. Maybe the best liar on the ship. If anything, that was what Robin was taking most into account. Robin smiled and said, "Oh well. It's probably nothing."
"Seems like," Nami said, and turned back to the sea. She was genuinely checking the skies for weather changes.
Robin stepped away, but stopped. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said. "It's my turn on watch tonight." She gave Nami a smirk and added, "Try not to have too much fun alone with our roommate."
"Ooookay," Nami said, working very hard to keep herself from reacting. There was no way Robin knew. She had been quiet. No one had noticed anything. But...
But she had a whole night with Ken. Alone. Part of her was excited. A part that really should not have been as loud as it was.
As she looked out on the horizon, Nami noticed the wind pressure shifting in the direction they were heading. When they passed through that, the humidity and temperature was going to skyrocket. That night was going to be a hot one.
In more ways than one.
It was sweltering that night. The kind of muggy heat that had everyone on board the Thousand Sunny slumped over, too beat to move. Even Brook complained about how sweaty he was getting, until he remembered he didn't have any skin. Yohohoho.
Robin seemed to be doing fine up in the crow's nest. Even though the heat had risen up to her level, there was enough wind to make things a pleasant average. The same could not be said for her bedroom.
Nami was desperately trying to fan herself, but nothing was working. She knew it wasn't a good idea, but she had to open the windows. The hot air in the room flowed out onto the open sea, being replaced by the lovely salty breeze. It helped, but it wasn't enough.
Ken was trying to yank his sweaty shirt over his head. Without thinking, Nami knelt down and helped him take it off. When she did, and she realized he was unfastening his pants next, she froze. Was he really going to-
As his pants slid down his hips, she lurched backwards. At the very least she didn't want to be at eye level when he...
Shaking her head, Nami tried to focus herself. She was acting absolutely insane! There was no way she was going to do anything like that again! But even as she thought that, she knew it might not be true.
She sighed. None of that mattered. It was way too hot to think about. And speaking of, her top was probably ruined with how much sweat was covering it. She went to take it off, but remembered there was a little boy in the room with her.
Thinking things over, Nami knew it was far too hot to sleep in her clothes. But she was not going to go so far as to sleep naked next to a little boy! All she had to do was slip on her most modest set of underwear! It was easy!
Nami sank weakly against her dresser. None of her underwear was modest! In her heart, she sobbed, 'Why do I have to be such a bad bitch?!'
Taking off her top and dropping her shorts, Nami made her way over to the bed. Ken had already climbed on top of it. It was way too hot for covers, so those were kicked to the side. She barely even noticed that he wasn't wearing underwear at all. She was about to crawl into bed with a naked little boy.
But it was too hot for her to care anymore.
"Goodnight, Ken," she mumbled, falling into bed next to him.
"Goodnight, Nami," Ken replied with a yawn.
The boy fell asleep within seconds. That was good. Just let him fall asleep and do the same herself. Their attire was inappropriate, but understandable. It was fine. Everything would be-
He grabbed her tits.
With every movement of the boat, she felt him shift next to her, those small explorative fingers finding her body once more. This time, however, the layers of clothing had been replaced by sheer fabric, allowing his hands to roam more freely.
Her breaths quickened, her heart pounded in her chest. With each touch, her body reacted more intensely than before, her mind clouded by the heat beyond the porthole and inside the cabin. The moonlight danced over his figure, accentuating each movement, each grope sending waves of pleasure through her. Despite her best efforts, she felt herself slipping, her walls tingling eagerly. She arched her back, pressing her body into his, unable to resist the pull of desire. As the sea whispered outside, she surrendered to the primal rhythm of passion, lost in the embrace of the night.
As her hand found its path, with deliberate strokes mimicking his own, Nami couldn't resist the temptation anymore. With a shuddering breath, she pulled her breast out of her bra, exposing it to the night air and the sleeping boy. As her fingers played on her core, she guided her nipple towards his face, wanting that same sensation of his lips and tongue on her skin.
To her shock, he stirred, his eyes momentarily fluttering open before closing once more. Without hesitation, he latched onto her nipple, his small hand gripping her breast, mimicking her own movements. This time, the connection between their actions was complete, akin to dancing partners synchronizing their steps. She marveled at the unexpected harmony between them, the intimate dance of desire and trust unfolding in the quiet of the night. With each tender suckle and gentle touch, a warmth bloomed within her, as if all the uncertainties and anxieties of the world melted away in that shared moment of vulnerability.
Their movements reached a harmonious crescendo, sending shivers through Nami. With each suck and touch, she felt herself getting closer to climax. Thoughts of guilt and wrongfulness fled as the here and now took over.
But alas, the sweet moment was short-lived. With a shudder, Ken's eyes fluttered open, blinking in the moonlight as he realized what he was doing. His face painted with confusion and a hint of embarrassment, he scrambled back, pulling away from her.
Stunned by her own actions, Nami averted her gaze from him, her face burning with shame. "I-I'm so sorry, Ken," she stammered, her voice barely recognizable. Her heart raced as she crossed her arms over herself, hiding her nakedness. Her world was in chaos, the guilt she felt for her impulsive act gnawing at her.
But even as she tried to contain herself, her eyes couldn't help but notice the small erection peeking from between Ken's legs. Sorrow, guilt, and compulsion intertwined, and she hesitated for only a moment before reaching out. "I-It's okay, Ken. I'll... I'll help," Nami whispered, signaling her intentions with a soft caress.
Her hand closed around him, her grip gentle and calming as she stroked him to the rhythm of her racing heartbeat. The guilt was still there, a dark cloud in her mind, but the years of sexual experience guided her hand, her rhythm expert. Each movement shouldered a new wave of relief, a heavy weight in the air that could only be described as shared intimacy. Ken's innocence mixed with her lust, the heat of the night, and the ocean's rhythm.
As she worked on him, she couldn't help but watch his face - the surprise, the confusion, and finally, the beginnings of pleasure. Little by little, his wide eyes closed, his lips parted slightly as his body responded to her touch. With a deep breath, Nami found herself lost at this moment, and in him.
Ken's body responded to her touch, his soft moans blending with the rhythm of the waves as pleasure coursed through him. Nami jerked him off, her eyes never leaving his face, gauging his reaction. Her hand moved in tune with the boat's gentle rocking, his moans growing louder as he neared climax.
With a small breath, Nami whispered, "Does it feel good?" Ken could only nod. "I'll make this right, I promise. But you need to promise me something, okay?" Her eyes held his, the offer clear in her gaze. "If you can be quiet, I'll make you feel even better than this."
Ken's eyes widened, a faint embarrassment coloring his cheeks. His gaze flicked down, where her hand continued to stroke him, his body begging for the reprieve only she could give. He hesitated, but nodded slightly, his eyes falling shut as he trusted her.
Nami averted her gaze and pulled off her bra and panties, a rush of fresh air caressing her nipples. A raw, carnal pulse coursed through her - a mix of guilt and lust, of control and need. With determination written on her face, she leaned forward, lips brushing against his erection before engulfing him in a tight, wet heat.
Ken shivered under Nami's attention, her lips and tongue guiding him closer to the edge. His heart raced, his breaths becoming shallower as his climax neared. She sucked him desperately, as if trying to atone for her earlier mistake. His body tensed, and he gasped as he lost himself in the sensation. Each flick of her tongue and every tightening of her lips drove him further into a state of ecstasy, leaving him unable to resist her skillful ministrations.
His hand found her hair, gripping it gently, encouraging her as she took him in deeply, each suck pulling him closer to the bliss he felt rising within him. His fingers gripped her hair tighter, his hips rolling involuntarily into her mouth. Her actions only heightened his pleasure, and despite his promise, he couldn't suppress a low moan.
Catching his moan before it could grow louder, Nami quickly pulled back, her ass lowering onto his waiting mouth with purpose. A gasp escaped Ken's lips as his tongue found her core, his cheeks flushing hot at the daring position. With his hands clasped tightly to her ass, he tentatively explored her folds, inexperienced but eager.
The sensation of Ken's tongue was stimulating, and Nami's own mouth was filled with his cock. They were an odd, unusual pair - her the experienced adult, him the innocent child - yet the connection between them was undeniable. Their bodies intertwined with a rhythm that mirrored the gentle sway of the waves, intensifying the sensations coursing through them. At that moment, their inhibitions dissolved, leaving behind a raw, primal hunger that consumed them both.
As they pleasured each other, they shared a moment outside the realm of morality, held together only by lust and the rocking of the boat. Their passion mounted, igniting a fire within them that burned hotter with every touch, every gasp, and every moan. The salty sea air seemed to fuel their desire, as they surrendered completely to the intoxicating pleasure that surged through their bodies.
His climax was abrupt, the moment euphoric, the saltiness of his semen mixed with the taste of the sea as he filled her mouth. Despite the uncomfortable nature of the act, Nami relished it, swallowing him down as his moans drowned out her own need.
As Ken came down from his high, his breathing slowly steadied, Nami pulled away, her expression filled with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger. Slowly, she stood up, her eyes searching his face, drinking in every detail of his post-orgasmic blush. Lifting her leg over him, positioning herself above his excited member, Nami leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Please, Ken. I need you to fuck me."
"O- Okay..." The boy whispered. He wasn't really sure what that meant, but he was eager for more. He had a hard time drawing his eyes away from her plush rear.
Nami's eyes followed his gaze. "Do you like my ass?" she asked him quietly. Ken nodded. "Do you want to watch my ass as it bounces on your cock?" Ken nodded harder. "Okay."
As Nami got up, Ken couldn't believe this was happening. This was going to be a night to remember. She straddled his waist, facing away from him. She was glad it turned out this way. She wasn't sure she could handle herself if she had to look at his face, twisting in ecstasy as she rode his cock. Aching between her legs, she slowly lowered herself down his small shaft, letting her round ass land softly on his thighs. As their bodies became entwined in a passionate rhythm, she closed her eyes to fully indulge in the sensations coursing through her. Lost in the throes of pleasure, she surrendered herself completely to the intensity of the moment.
With a trembling breath, Ken reached for her waist, his eyes never leaving her face as she pinned herself down on him. As Nami began to ride him, she could feel the touch of his small hands, with the weight of his gaze only adding to her arousal. She bounced on his cock, her ass swaying with a rhythm of its own, a show just for him.
Silently, they moved, their bodies twisting and sliding. Their skin slapping together, the only sound in the cabin besides their ragged breaths. The combination of lust, guilt, and the undeniable pull between them steadied them, anchoring their feverish humping. Under the gaze of a forgiving moon, their secret dance danced on, the rhythm of the boat replacing all else.
As they reached their peak, Nami's movements were unsteady, but passionate. The orgasm edged closer, but just out of reach. She couldn't resist the urge anymore. "It's so good," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I love this so much."
Even though the motion was more delicate than fierce, her craving for climax spiked - every thrust drawing her closer, every touch stoking the fire within. As the sensations intensified, Nami's body trembled with anticipation, her every nerve electrified. With each breathless gasp, she surrendered completely, allowing the crescendo of pleasure to consume her. "I need more," she begged, her voice filled with a mixture of longing and desperation. "I need more." His eyes never left her back, a mix of shock and devotion in his gaze. A connection they couldn't escape, born of lust and wrongness, ruled their movements.
Her breath came in short gasps as she met his every advance with equal fervor. Every touch, every caress pushed her closer to the edge. The desire to lose control, to abandon herself to passion, was overwhelming. She could feel the wildfire of their forbidden love burning within her, consuming any thoughts of morality or consequence. At that moment of surrender, they were free from the constraints of the world, bound only by their insatiable hunger for each other.
Nami's body trembled, her cries silenced by a hand over her mouth. As she climaxed, her core quivered around Ken, her orgasm an avalanche-like in its intensity. Her eyes squeezed shut, her nails dug into his legs, her body collapsing backwards onto him as peak after peak of pleasure washed over her. Her climax was extended by the burst of heat inside her as Ken unleashed his seed. Her pussy was painted white, filled to the brim with a little boy's cum.
The storm was over, and a sudden calm surrounded them. Nami's soft features gazed down at Ken, her eyes filled with understanding. No matter the future, they'd shared something that could never be undone. Despite the circumstances, a new bond fused them, tender and fragile.
Breathing heavily, Nami slowly disengaged from him, collapsing beside him on the bed. Her heartbeat gradually calmed down, and they both lay there, panting heavily. After an agonizing moment of silence, Nami spoke softly, her voice shaking slightly. "Thank you, Ken."
After a breathless moment, Nami leaned down to press a deep kiss to his lips. Their tongues danced for a fleeting second, the taste of passion and guilt lingering between them. Finally, pulling away, she comfortably cuddled next to him, the moonlight painting an unlikely picture of two bodies against the tide.
Her heart still raced, but the guilt slowly lightened, a comforting arm around Ken, who - despite everything - felt like home. Together, under the moonlight and the soft, familiar rocking of the boat, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Fast asleep, Nami completely missed the most important detail of her tryst with the young boy: An eye, sprouting out of the wall, watching every second of her scandalous deed.
It was the very next day when they arrived at Konbifu Island. Ken said his farewells to the rest of the crew. Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, and Franky all shed manly tears at his departure. Jinbe and Brook gave the boy some parting advice. Zoro gave him a silent nod while Sanji loaded the boy up with meals for his whole family.
"I guess this is goodbye," Nami said, kneeling down to meet the boy at face level.
"Yeah..." said Ken. He was having a hard time looking Nami in the eye. Considering she had taken his virginity the night before, it would be a hard task for almost anyone.
"Try not to forget about me, okay?" Nami said, and gave him a parting kiss on the cheek. She wanted to do so much more, but there just wasn't enough time.
"How could I?" asked the boy, holding his hand to his cheek. Nami smiled and walked back to her crew.
She thought she would be the last to say their goodbyes, but it was Robin who walked up last to the boy. She knelt down and whispered something in his ear. Ken blushed furiously, his eyes darting between her and Nami. Robin chuckled as she stood back up, watching as the boy grabbed up his packed food and ran off for home.
"What was that about?" Nami asked her friend as they walked back to their ship.
"Oh, nothing," Robin said, filled with unending amusement.
"That didn't seem like nothing," said Nami, feeling more accusatory by the second.
"I guess we both have our secrets then," said Robin, her eyes glittering with mischief. "Don't we, Nami?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Nami said, raising her chin defiantly.
"Of course," Robin said, her smile devilish. "I didn't hear anything."
"Damn right you didn't!" Nami said. She knew that Robin knew. But she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of admitting anything. She would just have to make sure to keep herself quiet in the future when thoughts of the shipwrecked little boy drifted through her mind on those hot, steamy nights.