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“No!” Luffy said, in a tone of voice that brooked no discussion, and removed any question as to who the captain of the Strawhats was. Luffy might not care about most of the perks and privileges of being a captain, or that so many of his crew were his superior in one thing or another, but in this he put his foot down. They would not ride on the coattails of another pirate. If they were going to make it to One Piece, it was going to be their unquestioned accomplishment.

Nami scowled, and was about to argue with her idiot of a captain, but she was rudely interrupted before she could. She let out a gasp and went up on her tiptoes when Zoro slipped a hand under her skirt from behind and palmed her cunt. His thick calloused fingers shoved aside the gusset of her panties and his forefinger slipped up inside her. The surprise insertion made his digit feel far bigger than it was. Nami barely kept back a squeak of surprise. And she most certainly didn’t feel a slight flair of arousal at the playful nature of Zoro’s actions. She knew the difference. She’d grown up with the other sort of casual molestation where the only intent was humiliation. Zoro might be embarrassing her, but it was far more mild than the head-punches she dealt out so easily to the males of the crew when deserved. And arguing with the captain when he’d made his wishes clear was wrong on her part. She blamed Luffy, if he’d act more like a captain all the time maybe she would stop regarding him as a grade-scholar.

“The captain’s made his decision,” Zoro said in a voice pitched just for Nami’s ears. “I’d drop it. Unless you want to wear the bunny tail for another day.”

Nami shook her head vigorously and was rewarded by Zoro withdrawing his hand, and finger. He made a show of licking his finger clean, and then wiping his saliva off on her skirt, much to her embarrassment, and anger. Did he have any idea how expensive that skirt was? Right then and there she decided to give Tashigi some advice that would cause Zoro the same amount of discomfort as she’d just undergone.

Usopp of course supported Luffy. The Going Merry had been given to them by his girlfriend after all. The rest of the crew just didn’t care. They hadn’t yet formed any strong attachment to her.

Far from looking offended at Luffy’s remark, Crocus chucked. “You wouldn’t have deserved him if you’d been willing to take a hand-me-down. To a captain his ship is his bride. A man who would easily toss one aside for another is not worthy of the title. The Oro Jackson would never serve a captain like that.”

Nami’s eyelid twitched as she realized the old man had used her to test Luffy. He likely didn’t even know where the Oro Jackson was.

“Eh, there are other types of training,” Ranma chimed in. “We can save the building buster stuff for when we’re on land, or someone else's ship.” Ranma had stripped off her shirt and was using it to wipe the sweat off her body that she’d generated sparring with Carrot. Some might have said she was unmindful of the looks she was getting from Usopp and Sanji as her breasts played peek-a-boo with her shirt, but Nami knew the girl well enough by now to know that nothing was further from the truth. Ranma knew exactly what she was doing to those two and was looking forward to the consequences.

Carrot was nude and was also wiping herself down. But unlike Ranma Nami was pretty sure the bunny girl’s actions were totally innocent. Not that she wouldn’t eagerly go along if one of the guys were to urge her to her knees and presented his cock to her. Crocus was right about that. She was a natural born cabin girl, just like Ranma.

Nami found herself examining Carrot. Purely out of curiosity. Carrot was the only Mink she’d ever seen, or even heard of. The rabbit girl’s body was fully covered with a plush fluffy coat of snow white fur. It was a bit surprising that she sported a full head of yellow blonde hair on her head that fell to the nape of her neck. It was interesting to see that while she didn’t have a pubic patch, the fur between her legs was the same blonde as her hair with the only bare skin being the barely there labial lips. Her nipples were small pink nubs topping her rather petite, for this crew, furry breasts. She was a true exotic, and Nami knew having her on the crew was a trouble magnet. She’d fit right in with the rest of the monsters.

Both Sanji and Usopp were having problems deciding which girl to focus their eyes on. In the case of Sanji the distraction was all Luffy needed to sneak around behind his back. He dove into the massive tuna that the cook had just spent hours meticulously preparing. By the time the noises coming from behind him alerted Sanji to what was going down, Luffy had worked his way down to the crispy tail, bones and all. Fifteen hundred pounds of fish had vanished into Luffy’s bottomless gut. He looked a bit like Ranma after the last time he’d cum-inflated her.

Nami’s belly rumbled, reminding her of how long she’d been waiting for dinner. She was about to suggest they break for lunch, when she noticed their main course was gone, along with most of the side dishes. All respect for Luffy’s status vanished like dew on the morning grass as she screeched, “Luffy, how could you eat the whole thing before the girl’s and I got a taste?”

Nami’s yell made Sanji aware that his precious elephant tuna had vanished down Luffy’s gullet, without even the bones left behind. “That was a special meal for the ladies, you crap captain!” Sanji yelled out as he drew back his foot and treated Luffy like a kick ball. The rubber man flew past Nami so fast, on his way toward the ocean, that she didn’t even have time to blink before he was gone. Gone also, with a tinkle of broken glass, was the log pose strapped to her wrist. Nami looked at the empty leather band, and then looked at Sanji. Not for one instant did she take any blame for instigating the action. He should have kicked Luffy in some other direction. Sanji saw the look on her face and began to back off. “Now, now, Nami-chawn, let's not be hasty.”

“I got him,” Ranma called out as she ignored the carnage going on behind her. She stripped out of her pants and dove into the ocean to save their anchor of a captain. The swim was refreshing after her workout. She soon reached Luffy and hooked a hand under his chin to drag him to shore. The experience got a bit surreal when Luffy’s neck began to stretch because of the resistance put up by Luffy’s bulbous belly. By the time Ranma got to shore Luffy’s head was connected to his body by a neck five feet long. But, as soon as he was on dry land Luffy recovered and everything snapped back into place.

Ranma elected to remain naked. It was too nice a day to be dressing and undressing all the time and the way things were going Luffy might need to be pulled out of the drink again before too much longer. Besides, she was starting to appreciate tanning. The sun warming her skin felt good, and she knew the all over browning of her skin made her look even hotter than she already was.

Meanwhile Sanji was profusely apologizing to Nami, through a face swollen to twice its size, for breaking her precious log pose.

“You don’t need to worry,” Crocus said from the side. He held out a fully intact log pose to Nami. “I’m not going to need this one, you can have it. It’s already registered at this location and unlike the one you had will let you choose one of the seven possible paths. You can tell your captain that it’s a perfectly normal log pose and it’s not a cheat of somesort.”

Just then the huge whale charged at the mountain with a bellow of defiance and smashed into it, adding new cuts to his already badly scarred forehead and causing the solid stone shelf under their feet to vibrate.

“The poor little thing. Why is he so sad?” Carrot asked, drawing several looks at her description of the gigantic creature as a poor little thing.

“Yeah, why’s he trying to bash his head in?” Ranma asked as she walked up to the group, Luffy strolling beside her, his usual cheerful expression on his face absent as he listened to the mournful bellowing of the whale. At some point his bulbous body had returned to its normal flat-bellied appearance. Much as Ranma’s body usually did a half-hour or so after being cum-inflated.

“There is a story there that goes back to when I was just a young man,” Crocus said. “FIfty years ago a pirate crew and their ship were adopted by a baby island whale that had been separated from its pod. The baby was attracted by their music. One of the requirements for belonging to this crew was that you had to be a musician. They were a full blown pirate orchestra.”

“Cool. See. I told you, Nami. A pirate crew has to have a musician!” Luffy taunted Nami.

The navigator dismissed his words with a hand-wave. “Don’t care. We need a doctor more than we need a musician!” This made Luffy pout, but unlike when he put his foot down on the topic of the Oro Jackson he didn’t insist. He also didn’t give up. There wasn’t a single member of the crew that doubted that sooner or later Luffy would recruit a musician. They just hoped he wasn’t too much of a weirdo, and had something else going for him than just that.

Crocus ignored the byplay and kept telling his story. “It may have been the sound of the music that attracted Laboon, as the pirates named the baby, but it was their kindness and fellowship that kept him with them as they sailed across the ocean and eventually reached here.”

“But why is he still here?” Were the pirates destroyed by the ocean, or other pirates? Did the marines catch them?” Carrot, the marine, asked.

“Nothing like that. It simply was that where they were going was too dangerous for a small baby whale. They told him to wait here for them, and they’d circle around the world and come back for him. That was fifty years ago.”

“Taking the long way around ain’t they!” Ranma remarked rather callously, and earned herself a slap upside the head from Nami and a dirty look from Carrot. “What? She protested. I’m not the one that left the poor little bugger on the side of the mountain.”

“In fact, I heard rumors later that they had given up because the Grand Line was too much for them, and they took another, safer route home, and forgot all about Laboon.”

“Ah, so he wants to break through and get **** for being abandoned. Are you sure he’s a he?” Zoro said, making a bad joke that earned him a gimlet stare from Nami, and a laugh from Ranma, who gave him a thumbs up. Carrot just looked puzzled as did Luffy. Sanji gave him a look almost as dirty as the one Nami was directing his way, while Usopp turned his back so Nami could not see his face. The last thing he wanted was her being pissed off at him. He had a lot more to lose than Zoro.

No one could have been more surprised than Usopp when Nami dragged him into her bed. He wasn’t used to being regarded as a desirable bedpartner. It was flattering as hell that a girl as hot as Nami would let him fuck her without it being an obligation she needed to meet. Also terrifying, because there were times when Nami was, terrifying that is. But for all of that it had been great sex and he knew if he wanted to ride her again he needed to stay in her good graces. Unlike the cabin girls Nami was under no obligation to service the men. If she fucked one of them, it was because she desired them. It was a huge boost to Usopp’s ego that Nami had chosen him over all the other guys on the ship. His mind ignored any thought that he had been the closest thing with a cock when her restraint had failed her.

Ignoring the silent and not so silent byplay between the men and women from long practice, Crocus simply waited until he had their full attention before continuing. “No! Laboon refused to believe that!” Crocus said firmly. “He wants to burst through the mountain so he can go and find them.” Crocus gave a sigh. Even if they did remain true, it’s been fifty years. I fear that if they did not abandon him, then the only other reason they did not keep their promise was that they did not survive the Grand Line. I’ve tried to tell Laboon that, but again, he will not accept that he will never see them again in this life.”

Crocus looked sad. He gave a long sigh, and said. “Laboon can’t beat down the mountain. You can see how badly scarred he is. It is getting harder and harder to sedate him, and I’m old. He has hundreds of years of life left in normal circumstances but I can’t see him outliving me by much t the rate he is damaging his own body.”

Even Zoro looked a bit sympathetic, though there was a strong feeling of, “That’s life, it sucks, get used to it,” in his stance and expression.

Carrot was openly weeping.

Usopp, who had the best vision of anyone on the crew asked. “What’s Luffy doing?” Everyone looked and could just barely make out the tiny shape of Luffy, carrying something much larger than him, running up the back of the whale.

“What’s he carrying?” Nami asked. Her rather shrill voice suggested the question might be rhetorical. She couldn’t make out Luffy himself, but the large mast shaped object was clearly visible.

“Looks like the mast from our ship,” Usopp said in a stunned manner.

“Yep, yep, yep,” everyone else chimed in, before suddenly screaming at the top of their lungs. “What is that idiot doing!”

“He’s destroying the Going Merry!” Usopp cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks.

What Luffy was doing was made clear when upon reaching the top of Laboon’s head he picked a fresh wound and jammed at least five feet of the jagged end of the broken off mast into it, causing a geyser of blood to shoot into the air.

For a moment nothing happened, as Laboon’s sheer size meant it took a few seconds before he felt what had just happened. When he did he went crazy, thrashing his head back and forth and causing the entire peninsula they were standing on to shudder as hundred foot waves beat against the shore. Laboon let out a bellow that almost blew out their eardrums before leaning over and slamming his head into the ground, with Luffy dead center of the impact site. What was left of the mast got smashed into splinters, leaving a jagged nub in the wound when Laboon lifted his head.

“Ahhhh, captain Luffy got squashed!” Carrot screamed.

“Don’t worry, that won’t kill the idiot,” Nami said, with a strong suggestion in the way she said it that suggested she was going to be happy to carry out that chore herself.

True to Nami’s words, Luffy survived. Indeed he popped back into shape and threw a punch on the end of a stretched out arm straight into the middle of Laboon’s hundred foot diameter eye, right before jumping forward to do battle with the beast whose eyes were bigger than the Going Merry. The true miracle of the fight was that Luffy had managed to get Laboon to notice him, or that Laboon actually managed to head-butt Luffy, sending over their campsite and into the side of the cliff several hundred feet away.

Laboon let out a challenging roar, and Luffy replied by inflating his lungs and screaming at the top of his lungs. “IT’S A DRAW!” The remark was so illogical that even Laboon looked a bit stunned.

“Good Match!” Luffy cried out, giving Laboon a thumbs up. “I want a rematch. So you have to wait here for me to come back so we can have one. So you can’t go dying before that.”

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On board the Going Merry, the motion of the ship as it bounced around in the turbulence caused by Laboon threw the bounty hunter known as Mr. Nine from one side of the hold to the other. It was painful, but it also loosened the ropes that had tied him in place.

There was no lock on the door to the hold and he soon found Miss. Wednesday sprawled face down on the galley table. Given his partner’s topless state and his POV not allowing him to see if she was wearing anything at all, he was sure the filthy pirates had gang-**** her, bending her over the table and violating her cunt and ass from one side and her mouth from the other. He was working up a nice case of righteous indignation when his partner let out a loud snore and with relief he realized she was just just dead drunk.

He and Miss. Wednesday did not have an intimate relationship. Not for lack of trying on his part, and her current condition was causing his cock to swell in his pants, but tempting as it was to make use of her tight little body, and blame it on the pirate, he had to get them both out of here while the getting was good. He could hear planks cracking as the ship rolled and tossed in what felt like a hurricane. It wouldn’t surprise him in the least if it was taking in water from a sprung seam somewhere.

With some effort Mr. Nine slung Miss. Wednesday’s body over his shoulder, copping a feel of her firm ass along the way. Keeping a good hold on her muscular rear, for balance, he carried her to the upper deck. As far as he could tell the only other person on board was a short haired woman sprawled out dead drunk on a chunk of sail cloth. He reluctantly left her where she was. She’d have brought a good price if he could have gotten her back to Whisky Peak. The ratio of men to women there meant that community relief stations were highly desirable. One of the reasons the town was alway so happy when a pirate sailed into their web was the promise of fresh meat. Not that the female crew members lasted all that much longer than their male counterparts. Secrecy was mandatory in their organization. They did not keep prisoners, at least not for long. Mr Nine eased himself and his partner over the side and into the water. From there it was a short swim to where they had concealed the raft they had used to travel here.

Mr. Nine felt pretty smug over his escape. His only regret was there was no way he could ensure that the pirates chose the path that would take them to Whisky Peak. He could only hope they did so and he could get his **** on them for their interference in the whale hunt. He wanted to see if they’d still be so arrogant after watching the female members of their crew get gang-banged by a couple of hundred horny bounty hunters before all of them had their throats slit. He pushed off from shore and as silently as possible headed for the open water. Only when he was out of sight of land did he lift his hand and discovered that his Log Pose, the only way he could find his way home, was missing.

“I’m going to kill you pirate bastards!” he screamed at the uncaring ocean.

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A half-a-day later Luffy stepped back, way back, to admire his artwork. “Now, that is my pirate emblem. It represents my promise to come back for a re-match. You can’t do anything to damage it until then. Do we have a deal?”

Laboon bellowed his assent, wagging his head in a nod that sent waves crashing against the shore.

Sanji took a draft on his cigarette while taking in the sight of Laboon sporting a terrible drawing of the Strawhat’s pirate emblem on his acres wide forehead. “I’m not sure what is scarier. Our captain picking a fight with that monster, or convincing him to go along with his insane idea.”

“I go with him talking Laboon into it,” Nami said in a slightly broken voice. Never, if she lived for a hundred years would she be able to pull off such a brazen scam. It made anything she had ever pulled pale in comparison. And the scary part was that Luffy was deadly serious. It was clear that just like the men, she was going to have to seriously up her game if she wanted to sail with this crew.”

“Now that’s something you don’t see everyday,” Usopp said as he stared up at the sky through his binocular goggles. He’d been looking at Luffy’s artwork when he’d noticed something in the distance and had adjusted the focus on his goggles.

“What,” Carrot asked, shading her eyes and trying to see what Usopp had seen.

“An otter wearing a polka dot onesie riding a vulture carrying a package,” Usopp replied, his tone of voice indicating he was having a hard time believing his own eyes.

“Ohh, I want to see,” Carrot said. But instead of asking to borrow Usopp’s goggles, she crouched down, and then jumped straight toward the tiny speck that represented the creatures Usopp had seen.

A crater formed in the ground as Carrot kicked off and she seemed to vanish as her body flashed into the air on a direct course with her target.

The sound of Carrot shattering the rock under her drew Luffy’s attention, and he looked over just in time to see Carrot vanishing into the sky. It was nearly impossible to track her by eye. Her white fur was next to invisible against the fluffy clouds that were sculling across the sky. Only when she had the blue sky as a background could she be seen.

“Wow, so high!” Luffy cried out as he tilted his head back to try and follow Carrot’s trajectory.

“Is she going to make it,” Sanji said, a hint of worry in his eyes. Carrot’s trajectory took her well away from land, and rabbits were not well known for their prowess at swimming.

“How did she do that?” Usopp shouted in surprise. “That’s impossible!”

“What did she do?” Sanji asked while trying to make out Carrot and the others. He was having a hard time believing Usopp’s tale of a vulture being ridden by an otter, wearing a onesie. Usopp was the ship’s liar after all and this sounded like one of his whoppers.

“She just kicked the air and moved sideways when the Otter tried to slash her with some clamshells.”

“Clamshells?” Sanji said derisively. “If you have to lie at least try to make it believable.”

“I'm not lying, she really did, and he really did,” Usopp protested.

Ranma shrugged and said, “I don’t know about the otter, but the kick is easy enough. Carrot and I were both doing it while we spared on the cliff. Was nice to fight someone who could keep up for once.” Ranma jumped about ten feet into the air, and then when she started to fall she kicked downward violently and arrested her drop. She angled her body and moved from side to side in a stop and go manner as she kicked out in one direction and then another. She hovered in the air for about a minute, before dropping to the ground, huffing to catch her breath. “See! Simple!”

“There is nothing simple about that!” half the crew yelled.

“Really? Seems easy enough to me.” Ranma said, clearly puzzled by their reaction. “Can’t you do it?” she asked Sanji, giving him a sly look. “Maybe I could give you some lessons?”

“I’d like that,” Sanji said.

To Ranma’s disappointment, while Sanji answered her in the positive, his attention seemed to be elsewhere. She followed the direction of his gaze and saw Nami, who was bending over to pick something out of the picnic basket Sanji had prepared. Her skirt was pulled taut across her ass, and the hem had slipped up to the point where it was just a fraction of an inch away from revealing all of Nami’s goodies.

Ranma suddenly remembered Nami’s lesson from back at Logue town. She grimaced. Maybe the freedom to walk around naked had its downsides. It wasn’t a good thing to show all your cards. You needed to keep something back, let your opponent's imagination work overtime. Ranma remembered some of the bait Nami had picked out for her while they were out shopping. She decided to see what sort of a reaction she could get out of Sanji if she wore them. Hopefully Sanji would then give her the same attention he was giving to Nami’s barely concealed charms at the moment.

“Shit!” Usopp screamed, and everyone snapped their heads around to where he was looking, a big ball of fire and smoke had erupted at Carrot’s location and a moment later the sound reached them. A small figure could be seen flying out from the middle of the explosion toward them.

“Guys!” Luffy yelled, stretching out a leg each to Zoro and Sanji. At the same time he reached out and latched onto a large boulder with his hands.

“Mosshead,” Sanji yelled.

“On it, Shit Cook,” Zoro replied as they both grabbed a leg.

The two men pulled as they stepped away from Luffy’s torso, stretching out his body to make a Luffy trampoline.

“Ranma!” Luffy yelled.

“On it!” Ranma replied as she took a running jump right into the middle of Luffy’s stretched out gut. He sagged under her until his back hit the ground, and then rebounded, sending her high into the air on a direct course for what she could now see was a badly singed Carrot.

Ranma made a small kick to adjust her trajectory and caught the falling rabbit girl. With some relief most of the visual damage seemed to be soot from the explosion that had dusted Carrot’s white fur. Her eyes were wide and swirly showing she’d been knocked senseless, but there was no blood running from her ears or any obvious broken bones. When Carrot mumbled. “Birdy go boom,” Ranma was sure she was going to be okay.

Instead of trying to slow her and Carrot’s fall, Ranma put her trust in Luffy and increased their speed to make sure they would reach the living trampoline/safety bag and not fall short. Ranma curled herself around Carrot as best she could, and turned them so that she’d be the one to take the brunt of the impact. As it turned out her trust in Luffy was not misplaced. The rubber man absorbed all the **** of their fall and then snapped back into his normal shape when Zoro and Sanji let go. For a few seconds he just hugged the two girls tightly, before unwrapping himself from around them and let them roll out onto the ground.

“What happened?” Nami demanded.

“According to Carrot, Birdy went boom. Other than that you know as much as I do,” Ranma replied as she patted Carrot’s cheek.

“A bomb,” Sanji suggested. “Has to be. Carrot likely used her electrical attack and set it off prematurely. Question is, who were they expecting to bomb?”

“What I want to know is this normal,” Ranma asked. “Bomber birds and otter pilots?”

Everyone turned and looked at Crocus, who just shrugged. “First for me. But a good lesson. Another name for the grand line is, the bullshit sea. Because anyone new to it will be saying, this is some messed up bullshit, pretty much everyday they sail on it. Don’t take anything for granted.”

“Speaking of sailing,” Nami asked, reaching out and grabbing Luffy by his cheek and pulling it about a foot away from his jaw. “Any luck fixing the mast for the Merry, captain Luffy?”

“Not going to happen,” a sorrowful Usopp said. There isn’t a single piece of the original mast that’s longer than five feet, and that piece is split down the middle. We’re not going anywhere without a brand new mast, and there are half a dozen planks in the hull that were sprung during Laboon’s temper tantrum.”

Nami looked around, not that there was much to see on the peninsula Crocus’s lighthouse was built on. There was a serious lack of trees. Nothing they could craft a mast out of. “How far away is the Oro Jackson?” Nami asked.

“Nami!” Luffy growled in warning.

“Shut up, Luffy. You’re the one who smashed the Merry.” Luffy looked guilty. “Besides, maybe we can salvage something from it we could turn into a mask. The yardarm on it would be at least as big as our mainmast from the pictures I’ve seen.”

Luffy’s expression brightened. “Cool! Let’s go get a mast.”

Just then there was a low groan from the one member of the crew who had not participated in the recent drama.

“Please make the world stop spinning,” Tashigi groaned from where she was laying in a nice cool shadow next to the picnic table.

“Ah, our delinquent guard graces us with her presence,” Nami said sarcastically, and with an evil gleam in her eyes.

“Not so loud! What are you talking about?”

I’m talking about how you promised to guard our prisoners and then passed out drunk and let them escape,” Nami said.

“I didn’t! I did? Why can’t I remember?”

“I repeat. Got passed out drunk.” Nami replied. “Tell me Master Chief, what’s the penalty for being drunk on duty in the marines?”

Tashigi was too preoccupied with how much her head hurt to parse the consequences of answering Nami’s question. Flogging to start. Fifty for a man, ten for a woman, plus a month of barrack duty for her.”

“Hmmm, pirates aren’t nearly as civilized. They’d just keelhaul you, or use you for sea-king bait. But you’re not a pirate, so we’ll go with the marine punishment. I trust you’ll do your duty first mate Zoro, and take care of disciplining our wayward marine in an appropriate manner,” Nami said, giving Zoro her best possible evil grin.

“Bunny tail,” Luffy said, picking some lint out of his ear, examining it, and then flicking it away in a bored manner.

“Oh, good idea captain. I’m sure the master chief would look cute as a button with a bunny tail.”

“Not her, you!” Luffy said. “You’re the one who got her drunk. I peeked.” He gave Nami a serious look. “It’s okay to prank your nakama, Nami. But . . .” Whatever else Luffy might have said to Nami, was cut off by Tashigi speaking up, while holding her head firmly in her hands to keep it from cracking down the middle.

“No! I could have refused the booze! For as long as I’m on your ship I’m on duty. The duty my captain gave me to look out for Carrot. I should never have let a pirate get me drunk. I never accept excuses from my subordinates, and I won’t use them myself. I’ll pay the consequences. I’m at your disposal whenever you wish, Roronoa.” Tashigi said, her face as red as a beet and her eyes looking at anything and everything except Zoro.