Hitting a peak on a climax

The entrance to the Grand Line was impossible to overlook, but easy to miss: It was a mountain in the Red Line. There was a stream that, according to Buggy and Annaisha, was running UP the 'Reverse Mountain'. Hitting the stream off-center or at an angle would mean getting ground up against the Red Line and the remains would then be flushed down into the Grand Line. The map Nami had stolen was important, because it contained the best approach. The plan was to ride this stream to the top of the Grand Line. On the very peak we'd be met with three other streams coming from the other Blues. All of that water than rushed back down into the first half of the Grand Line. To be sure I made it normal that no ship I was on would get destroyed or sunk, while I was on it. Alvida's and Annaisha's plan was a threesome on the way up, resulting in me becoming 'Tsuki' as the Grand Line came into view. And for that reason the crew was now busy turning the crows nest into a love nest: One mattress was squeezed into the banister facing aft and for us to lay down/lean against, depending on how steep Reverse Mountain was. Several ropes were tied into a net to stop any of us from falling out and give us more to brace against. Lastly one blanket was wrapped around the mast and another was in there just so we had something for warmth.

When Alvida, Annaisha and I finally climbed up into our love nest Reverse Mountain took up the entire horizon. We quickly undressed and put our clothes in a bag secured to the mast.

“Shit, we didn't think this through”, Alvida said with clattering teeth.

“It's normal for me and my harem girls to be immune to any harm or discomfort when intending to have sex.”

“Good thinking! Now you only have to learn how to attack while fucking!”, Annaisha siad with genuine excitement and kissed me.

Right on queue the stream up Reverse Mountain picked up the ship and we were pressed into the mattress. Alvida had held onto the mast and was now looking down at us: “You look good like that!”

“Helpless?”, Annaisha offered, spreading her legs beneath me.

“Fucking!”, Alvida said and dropped onto my back. Her hands swiftly reached to my crotch and inserted my cock into Annaisha, than she began humping my ass to make me pump our little quartermistress.

The idea for our first orgasm to be right at the top of the mountain was quickly forgotten. Instead I pulled Alvida off my back and started fucking her ass. I fucking love smooth sex. Even though her anus had recovered from Annaisha's fisting and was again able to clench, I could just slip right into her tight hole. Speaking of, she felt left out. I kissed her a little, until I had a better idea: “Bitch, turn around!”

“Yes master.”

“No pick slut up and dig in!”

Alvida followed my command immediately without bothering to answer, but Annaisha was sure to let me know her gratitude: “Thank you, master!”

This solution was not as good as I had thought: due to the angle the ship was going I still had to stand on my legs, so I couldn't bend my back to kiss Annaisha or fondle her tits. Instead my head was right below her naval.

“Bitch, keep holding slut, but start kissing me instead. Slut, try to lick my balls.”

“Yes, master!”

“Yes, master!”, they said in unison, as they obeyed.

Despite her small size Annaisha got pretty close, though not quite close enough. So instead she opted to bury her face between my ass cheeks. I wanted to protest for a second, but then found it quite good. Really good. Alvida and I came at the same time.

“Slut, go to the front and hold onto the ropes!”

“Of course, master!”

I grabbed her hips and braced myself against the mast with one leg, than I began fucking her. Annaisha didn't have smooth powers, so I started with her pussy, to get my dick lubed up, than I plunged into her ass as well.

“OH GOD, FUCK YES! MASTER YES...”

“Bitch, occupy her mouth and get to work on those tits!”

To my surprise Alvida got behind me. She put the fingers of her left hand into Annaisha's mouth silencing her screams somewhat, with her right hand she fondled my tits.

“Her tits, Bitch!”, I elaborated.

“Sorry, master.” This time she got what I was going for: she got in between Annaisha and the ropes and started kissing her deeply. She supported a part of her weight on her tits she was groping them, forcing Annaisha's as in turn harder on my cock. With the pressure from the front I could brace myself against the mast with both legs and really go to town. I let go of her hips with one hand and started slapping her. If the muffled moans and screams were anything to go by she greatly appreciated it. I switched sides a few times, and she came once before I bent forward and whispered into her ear: “Take it, slut!”, and blew my load deep into her ass and she came again.

I caught my breath for a moment. Than I exclaimed: “Dammit!”

“What is it, master?”, Alvida asked, holding Annaisha, who was still weak from coming twice in quick succession.

“I'm already out of idea's and we haven't yet hit the peak!”

“Lucky you, you're not alone. Would you please lean back against the mast, master?”

I did as she said and your two lovers got on their knees. They made out for a few seconds and my cock was back to full strength in an instant. Alvida greedily plunged her face down on it, is if she was determined to make herself gag, while Annaisha ate me out.

I didn't know, what to do with my hands, so they roamed around. Sometimes they held onto the mast, sometimes onto Alvida's head. Sometimes they pinched your nipples, sometimes they reached down to get a hold of Annaisha's. The entire time my eyes remained trained on the quickly approaching horizon. I was getting close and I was determined, to make it happen.

It was a struggle. At times you thought you were going to slow and desperately pressed Annaisha harder into your crotch, and other times you had to imagine it was pre-Sube-Sube Alvida on your cock, so you wouldn't blow to early.

The hard work paid of: Just as the ship reached the tip of Reverse Mountain, I pulled my lovers on their legs and they used their hands instead. As I was feeling weightlessly floating just before the ship began going down I sprayed my load down onto the deck. Than the three of us fell into the ropes.

“So … was it good, Tsuki?”, Alvida asked breaking the silence.

“Honestly? Don't get me wrong, sex with you two is always awesome, but this was not the best I've had.”

“It was to hard to move properly. Let's never have sex, while going up a mountain again”, Annaisha agreed.

“I have this feeling, like I was waiting for something to happen or I wanted to ask you something, but I can't quite remember what...”, Alvida admitted.

“Sounds like normality at work”, I said.

“If only we could check”, Annaisha said, as she dug my log-book from the bag.

“You brought that here!?”

“Yes. Why?”

“What if it fell down?”

“It was in the bag, nothing happened to it! And even if, it's easy to replace.”

I calmed down.

“So, did you find what you were looking for?”

“Not really. The only ones, we had yet to see the effect of, were the ones about turning into a harem girl, and Alvida and I already know what that feels like.”

I took the book, thinking that maybe I had made a statement, that I had not yet written down, and finally I realized, what Alvida wanted to know: “I didn't even notice my sex changing!”

“Your sex changing? When would that have happened?”, Alvida asked.

“I'm not sure, I'm going over it in my mind. When was the first time either of you has touched my tits or my pussy.”

Alvida's mouth opened in shock, as she became aware, that you had been a man not even an hour ago. Annaisha's face glowed with excitement: “Changes caused by normality are not impossible to notice, but only become apparent, when attention is drawn to them! I want to see you use that in combat!”

“I try not to rely on normality any more than I have to.”

Alvida quickly got over the shock and looked towards the Grand Line: “Uhm, Tsuki? I think I know, why Buggy was so picky about when we get here. And I think he fucked up!”

I followed her gaze and was paralyzed with fear: There right in our path was something. The shape made me imagine a whale, but it was so massive, that it was not only visible through spray of he stream, but it appeared to block the entire entrance!

“BUGGY!”, I had never thought I could get clothed and down from the crow's nest this quickly, “What the fuck is that?!”

“Do you mean that flashy whale is there right now? Did that flashy lighthouse keeper die, or what? He should...”

“Answer my fucking question!”

“Laboon! It's a flashy island whale, that likes ramming it's head against the Red Line and wailing in front of it! Crocus should have given him sedative by now and it should be asleep right now!”

“IT'S NORMAL THAT LABOON GOES OUT OF THE WAY WHENEVER A SHIP COMES DOWN THE STREAM!”

“No it's not, you flashy idiot! That thing won't even notice us smashing into it!”

“Crocus, you flashy bastard! What the hell is that!”, Buggy was screaming at the lighthouse, while pointing at _something _on Laboon's head, that with some squinting and a lot of fantasy could be interpreted as a certain Jolly Roger. One with a Straw Hat.

“Do I know you?” Crocus was an old man who was mostly bald except for a lush crest like a bird of paradise.

Buggy's response was surprisingly calm: “I guess it's been a while. The last time I came through here I was still a boy and I left the crew before you joined them.”

“Ah, now I remember: You're Shanks' old friend, back when you were sailing with Roger!”, Crocus exclaimed with a smile, while an absolutely furious Buggy showed unusual restraint.

“Right. Could you tell me, which route Little Garden was on?”

“Why would you think I know? I'm just a doctor and lighthouse keeper?”

“Isn't the job of a lighthouse keeper, to warn ships of dangerous routes?”, I jumped in.

He gave me an intense stare.

“I guess, you're right. I'm not really a lighthouse keeper, I just live in one.”

“Can you at least tell me, what's up with that whale and the … whatever that is?”

Before Crocus could open his mouth Buggy hastily answered the first part: “Followed some pirates like 50 years ago. They were worried about his safety and told him to wait for them here. He tried to ram through the Red Line since then”, to me he whispered, “He'd tell you his entire life story.”

“... Yes. Yesterday a small crew came through here. The captain was a smart young man.”

“And here I thought it had something to do with the Straw Hat”, I joked.

“He was wearing a straw hat like the shanks used to wear.”

Buggy did an admirable job of keeping his cool and only tried to kill Laboon for half an hour. I ordered the crew not to allow him to waste any gunpowder or cannonballs on his temper tantrums, than I returned to Crocus: “Well, I don't want to run after the Straw Hat. Can you tell me which way he went, so we can take a different course?”

Crocus gave me another intense stare, than he pointed at the Grand Line.

“Of course. Let's see if Annaisha can help with charting a course.”

“They did want to bring these bounty hunters to Whiskey Peak”, he said, as I was already leaving.

I waited until Buggy calmed down until I called for a meeting on the bridge.

“Okay. What are our options? Do we have a map?”

Buggy just laughed, but Annaisha triumphantly presented what you first thought was a table, but turned out to be a flow chart. On the top it started with a square labeled “Red Line, 5 min”. From there several lines branched of with new squares with other names and a time. One coming directly from the Red Line was “Cactus Island, <1d”. Right after that came “Little Garden, 1y”. Before you could say anything or read anymore, Buggy greedily snatched it from Annaisha.

“Where did you get this flashy map from?”

“I made it myself. I got most of the info from the log-books of Noland the great explorer. The rest is from smaller maps, marine reports, which are public record, and news articles.”

I took it back from Buggy and saw, that there were several lines with question marks at their ends.

“What's this about?”

“Routes where I assume to be an island, I marked with a question mark. I simply don't know about some of these. Some even have contradictory reports, like anything about the Florian Triangle. And most info on the New World could as well be random letters. Most of it contradicts itself or is so imprecise, that I had to completely disregard it.”

“Dressrosa, Wano, … you still got quite a lot, though this should be Whole Cake Island”, Buggy said with something you never expected to hear in his voice: Respect.

Annaisha added the name in pencil: “Well it wasn't named that, when Noland first got there.”

“Are you saying, this is based on the story of the Liar Noland!”

“He was not a liar! The only reason there had been no attempts to search for Shandia in the White Sea, is because the World Government benefits if his reports remain as labeled as unreliable!”

What followed was a one hour rant about her main source of information on the Grand Line. From what I cared to listen to he had discovered most of the known Grand Line and had been executed after a city of gold had been unfindable, but since he had traveled to hundreds of islands an all of his reports had been verified in some way, Annaisha believed, that this missing golden city was in a place called the “White Sea”. I didn't really care.

“We're nowhere near 'Shandia'. What I care about is, can we use this map and which course should we take?”

“I guess it's still pretty flashy”, Buggy admitted.

Than both him and Annaisha pulled out one of those compass like things, you had seen in her shop.

“God dammit, of course you've got a flashy Log Pose as well”, Buggy grumbled.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“You know it's normal for you to tell me, when I ask.”

“I wanted to demonstrate how much you need my experience, so would be **** to make me first or at least second mate, but now the chick you brought on board not only has a proper map but also a Log Pose. After admitting that I want to throw myself in the ocean.”

“Don't. You're still a valuable part of the crew. Back to my question: Where do we go next? I don't want to follow the Straw Hat to this Whiskey Peak”

They looked at their Log Poses. Than they looked out the window to compare the angle to the Red Line. Than Buggy paled beneath his make-up: “Were headed right there. And even worse: Whiskey Peak is a town on Cactus Island.” he drew his finger along the line on the flow chart towards “Little Garden, 1y”.

“Do I get that right: The way these things work is, that once they point to a course, you have to follow it, which on the good side means we won't hear of Luffy for another year, but on the bad side, that were headed the exact same way.”

“In theory, yes! But!”, Annaisha said and you had no idea whether her excitement was actually a good thing, “There are ways to get to a place even if your Log Pose doesn't point there. The most common is the 'Eternal Pose', basically a compass that points to a specific island instead of north. Another relatively common method is a Vivre Card, a piece of paper that always attempts to move towards a specific person. Of course we have neither. What we have is the by far least common method: classical navigation!”

“I'm just gonna jump in the ocean right now.”

“At least let her finish, Buggy.”

Annaisha pointed on 'Cliff Holm, 1.5d': “Noland noted in his first report, that when he reached and named this island, he could still see the Red Line, when the weather was clear and indeed it was only twenty miles from the Red Line, when traveling in a straight line. That's what we could do. We sail south from here, until we can see it in the east.”

“What do you think?”

Buggy thought for a moment. Than he answered: “I like the idea. It definitely could work. What's more, this route would bring us to one of the few places on the Grand Line I always wanted to return to. Do we have enough supplies? We can't really make landfall at Cliff Holm.”

And so it was decided. We made our way towards our first island on the Grand Line.

Sorry for the exposition dump, but just in case someone who isn't into One Piece reads this I'd like to include enough info for them to know what's going on. Special thanks to Lawless, who has given me quite a few idea's I might use.