Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: Ahem, may I present to you, the loves of my life, doing what they do best (acting fools)!
The day had started out wonderfully, though you knew that it wouldn't last, especially not with this suspicious silence.
You had only stepped away from the crew for ten minutes, fifteen, max, to double check the cargo manifest and make sure no one had 'accidentally' swapped out medical supplies for snack cakes again.
A few crates needed adjusting, a clipboard was filled out, and when you finally looked up from your work, the usual background noise of seagulls, shouting vendors, and idiot crewmates, was gone.
You closed your eyes and sighed. They were up to something. Sure enough, the next sound was a loud crash followed by a shrill shriek.
Someone was shouting about "desecration" and "unholy disrespect". Another voice yelled, "I swear we didn't mean to offend the goat!". You dropped the clipboard and started walking.
The scene was a mess. Barrels overturned, fruit scattered, townspeople waving their arms in indignation, and right in the middle of it all, like a pair of guilty golden retrievers, stood Penguin and Shachi.
Shachi's boiler suit was torn, they were covered in straw, and both tangled in a rope attached to the now loose goat that had caused the commotion.
The goat was small, squat, and furious. Its wild eyes darted between the shouting shrine keeper and the two men clumsily trying to calm it down.
The rope was half knotted around Shachi's leg, Penguin's arm, and the base of a nearby market stall that looked like it had been through war.
You stopped at the edge of the scene, arms crossed, waiting. Shachi saw you first. His eyes widened like he'd seen death itself. "We can explain!". That was the moment the goat headbutted him into a barrel.
Penguin tripped trying to help him and went down onto his elbow with a wheeze, dragged half a meter by the rope still tied to the goat's neck. The shrine keeper was mid rant about sacred animals and "the moral decay of modern pirates" when you stepped in.
"Excuse me" you spoke up dryly, pushing past a horrified fruit vendor. "Just here to retrieve my idiots". The shrine keeper turned, face red and vein throbbing. "These men defiled a sacred animal-"
You cut him off. "So they tried to pet the goat". "An ancestral protector!" He corrected. You glanced at the goat. It was currently chewing on part of Shachi's sleeve with the rage of a creature that had seen things. You turned back to the shrine keeper.
"I apologise on behalf of my crewmates" you told him coolly. "They sustained a head injury recently. Both of them. At the same time. It's been very hard".
Shachi made a muffled sound from the barrel. "We'll pay for the damages" you continued, "and make a donation to your shrine. A generous one".
The shrine keeper looked at you, then at Penguin, who had managed to untangle himself and now stood there awkwardly with straw stuck to him, and finally let out a long, defeated sigh. "Fine. But if I see them within fifty feet of our sacred temple again-".
