The New World

✴Chapter Six✴

Word Count: 8,690
(1st, I'm so sorry in advance, 2nd, it's an roller coaster and idk how else to explain that, and 3rd, by far one of the smutty scenes that I tried keeping tame for sake of cringe, but like ... Woof. Hope you enjoy)

We all fall into a routine. He kept his promise, though in a way that made me laugh at his antic's. He switched sides of the bed and moved his desk closer so he could use the bed as his office chair was sitting across from him. A few mornings he started working when he was convinced I was asleep, a hand resting on my leg while I curled around his back, his thumb soothing the tendons in my ankle. Then when breakfast was called he would shake me awake, then he'd get up to get dressed in the bathroom. Still living out of the pack, I had some new additions from the first island we visited that I was trying in different outfit combinations. One was a black blouse that had long sleeves and built in bust support. The shop kept telling me the style was called cold shoulder sleeves, but the large slits on my upper arm showed my tattoos that still baffle me. Law explained his tattoos to me and it made me wonder why I had them as well, none of them matched anything of importance here. My favorites were these curly clouds going around my right upper arm, and I had leaves on the other shoulder. As well as matching black pants that had dramatic cuffs at the bottom, sliding my feet into loafers that gave me an inch of height. All the height I can get seeing as Law is giant, and he uses that against me often.

Making my way into the mess hall, Clione was the chef this morning, making leftover burritos from last night's dinner. At the same village I found another coffee maker, seeing as Law has two pitchers every morning. That was a few days ago, so I do my morning ritual starting both pots of coffee before taking plates to the table with napkins. Penguin and Shachi were trying to make orange juice, but they were determined to do it without help. Bepo was sweating profusely trying to get a word in, but Penguin was louder than anything in the kitchen.

"La La La, I'm Bepo and I don't listen, La La La!" he sang,

"Come on guys it's a waste! LAW THEY ARENT LISTENING" Bepo calls out storming to the door.

"Why can't you IDIOTS can't be normal for one morning!" Stumbled in Law, his shirt unbuttoned and belt hanging loosely on his hips, he looked like he had just now gotten dressed. He locked his eyes on me standing near the scene of the crime, as I creeped forward and rotated the fresh half orange in the press. Shachi had an expression of pure fear at Law, then snapped his attention to the orange. About to yell at me, I push the handle towards him and it presses out a considerable amount of juice. Penguin yells out, "OOHH is THAT what you were trying to say Bepo? Why didn't you just say it wasn't supposed to be sideways?" Going to repress the used oranges with an excited Shachi pressing with all his weight.

Bepo was red and growling at the two idiots, but Law clapped his shoulder telling him he tried and thanked the polar bear for showing restraint. Law never took his eyes off of me, sinking into the chair at the head of the table. I ask Clione if he needs help and he cheers that he's got the rest. Sitting carefully at the end of the bench next to Bepo, I rest a hand on his shoulder for support. This was my first time touching the bear, immediately getting distracted with how soft he is, "Could I pet your head? Is that a bad question?" I hesitate, looking starstruck at the bipedal bear. Why am I just now realizing he's a living teddy bear?!

"Go ahead! Everyone does when they feel down, I like it too~" He chuckles out bashfully, holding his cheeks and leaning an ear down.

I run my fingers through the fur softly scratching at the skin behind his ear. Shachi brings the platter of food to the table and I'm transfixed on this fluffy ear, Bepo was purring a really low bass tone and it was such an interesting experience.

"Ok that's enough, everyone eat. We'll be resurfacing today and docking for a last restock before we push for Momoiro Island. We are staying for two days so use your time wisely." Law updated the crew while taking a fork to two burritos and putting them on his plate, then stabbing two more and putting them on my plate.
Bepo snapped out of his daze and had an idea, "Captain, could we rent out an Inn so we can rest our sea legs?" He said hopefully with shining eyes.