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After being out at sea for a few more days, the crew ran into this man named Bon Clay.
He had the Clone-Clone fruit which gave him the power to copy the voice and face of anyone, so long as he touched his cheek before changing.
When he left, Vivi revealed that he was actually Mr. 2, and that him, along with all of Baroque Works, were heading to Alabasta for the takeover.
So the crew, including Vivi and Karoo, drew an X on their arm to keep from being tricked by Bon Clay, and then started going full speed ahead for Alabasta.
When you made it there, Luffy took off to find some food, and Usopp led everyone to this secluded area of town to wait for Sanji and Chopper to come back with clothes and food.
But now they were back, and the mission could really begin.
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"Wow! This is beautiful," Nami marveled, twirling in her long, flowy skirt.
"I love it!"
"Yeah. Well, I know I asked you to pick out some clothes for us, but these were made for dancer girls," Vivi sheepishly smiled, turning to Sanji.
"Oh, Vivi! You're a vision!" He fawned, his eyes quite literally growing to the size of hearts.
"But commoners wouldn't wear this," she sighed.
"But aren't dancers common?"
"We're crossing a desert..."
"Don't worry, my darling, if you get tired, I'll just carry you."
"This is pointless."
"You made a nice pick, Sanji," you smiled, turning to look behind you, "The back's nice and open so I can still fly."
"Of course, (y/n), my angel! You're gorgeous!" Sanji smiled.
You could hear Zoro huff in the background, muttering something about a "stupid, ero-cook", but you paid it no mind.
"Now take a look at you guys. Compared to the lovely ladies you guys look like sloppy bandits," Sanji smirked, turning to Zoro and Usopp.
"You might wanna look in a mirror," Zoro rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his ham melon.
"But now that we have our supplies, you ready to head to Yuba!" Usopp smiled, jumping up from his seat.
