Lets see the new ship

Nami cursed Luffy’s grade school sense of humor with every step she took. The base of the new butt-plug was broad enough that it **** her ass cheeks apart. This caused her to modify her gait, making her hips sway much more than they normally did, and every step she took caused the fluffy bunny tail to tickle her abused rump. The amused look on Zoro’s face was bad enough, but the mingled expression of sheer lust mixed with solicitude from Sanji was far more annoying. At least Zoro was honest, he didn’t pretend that his only interest was in her pleasure.

It was a bit unfair to Sanji, who was actually being honest, he really did want what was best for Nami. Just because it didn’t align with what Nami thought was best for her wasn’t his fault. But, Nami was not in a forgiving mood. She certainly was not ready to accept in any way that she found her current situation oddly stress relieving. Strange as it seemed, there was an almost sibling rivalry vibe between the members of their crew. The squabbles and pranks, combined with the way they circled the wagons when anyone threatened a member of the crew, was in some ways the same as you would expect in a tight knit family.

One where the brother’s routinely fucked their sisters and/or shoved bunny tail butt-plugs up their asses.

Nami’s preoccupation with her current physical discomfort was interrupted by the loud voice of her captain, the juvenile idiot responsible for her current situation, yelling at the top of his lungs. “Nami! We have a Ninja!”

Luffy was approaching them with his arm thrown over the shoulders of a baby-faced boy in a pair of orange coveralls so bright they were almost fluorescent.

Nami frowned slightly. Ninja? Wasn’t that some sort of fairy tail fighter that young boys idolized? They were real? She glanced over at Sanji and Zoro and saw that their eyes glinted with interest, though they maintained nonchalant expressions. Not so Usopp who had approached from the opposite direction.

Usopp’s eyes were filled with stars. “A Ninja? For real? With jutsu and everything?” The team’s sniper and sometimes sex-toy creator, was almost bouncing with excitement, his long nose twitching as he looked at the young boy with an awe he usually reserved for Nami’s bare ass.

“Yep. He can even do a shadow clone jutsu,” Luffy yelled out, his excitement on a par with Usopp’s.

Trailing behind Luffy and the Ninja, was Ranma. She was dressed in short-shorts and a halter top that just barely contained her breasts, but her wet hair and damp skin showed she’d recently rinsed herself off in the dock pool. From the look of the slight swell bulging her normally flat belly it indicated Ranma had either found the kitchen, or had been fucked full of cum. Given the expression on her face Nami would put her money on the latter. If that was not the look of a girl who’d just been well fucked she didn’t know what was.

Ranma grinned at Nami from behind Luffy’s back, and held her two hands about nine inches apart. Nami didn’t even have to guess what she was trying to say. She was a bit puzzled when Ranma held up five fingers. Setting that aside for later, Nami mouthed, Ninja? At Ranma while nodding toward Luffy’s newest victim.

The red-head rolled her eyes and shook her head in the negative. Okay, so as far as Ranma was concerned the boy wasn’t a ninja. But on the other hand she wasn’t doing anything to dissuade Luffy. The kid must be an incredible fuck.

Ranma had expounded on her theory to Nami, that you could tell a guy with strong fighting potential by the size of his dick and how good a fuck he was. The navigator was not convinced. Arlong had been strong as fuck, but proportionately had sported a tiny dick. Which seemed to blow Ranma’s theory right out of the water.

Nami's own private belief was that Luffy believed that you had to have a big dick to be a great pirate and picked his crew accordingly. Likely due to that person Shanks who had convinced Luffy that you needed a strong cabin girl to have a strong crew.

Not that Nami didn’t acknowledge that all her fellow crewmates were capable in their own ways. She just wasn’t about to start believing it had anything to do with the size of their balls. Frankly a juvenile sense of humor was just as much a commonality between the guys as the fact they were all well hung.

Nami nodded off to the side and Ranma joined her. None of the guys noticed. They were either busy interrogating the new boy on what cool Ninja things he could do, or pretending to not listen as he bragged on his awesome skills.

“So, ninja?” Nami asked.

Ranma rolled her eyes again. “Not even close. What sort of ninja wears clothing that color. But, he has a cool devil fruit ability…”

The small girl trailed off and her eyes took on a vacant look. Nami noticed how her nipples stiffened and her thighs clenched slightly. Let me guess. It makes him a great fuck?”

“You have no idea!” Ranma said with enthusiasm, a hint of drool showing at the corner of her mouth. She gave her head a shake and visibly returned to the present. “Anyway, he says he ate something called a mythical zoan fruit, style kitsune. It gave him the form of a kitsune, and the abilities they are supposed to have. I’m guessing it gives him the ability to do some of the stuff Ninja are supposed to do. I bet he was a huge ninja fan and when he ate his devil fruit he focused on using it to do the cool stuff Ninja do. He has a good base, but if he’s going to be the ship's ninja he’s going to have to have more than just devil-fruit tricks.”

Nami looked over at where a laughing Luffy was enthusiastically listing off the merits of their new crewmate to the rest of the men. No matter how qualified the boy really was, there was going to be no talking Luffy out of this. Ninja boy was going to be joining their crew.

Nami looked at Ranma and said, “One question. What’s a kitsune?”

Ranma looked surprised at her question, as if whatever a Kitsune was should have been common knowledge. Finally she shrugged and said, “Think of it as a magical trickster fox with a bunch of tricks to let it fool people. The real legendary ones are the ones with nine Tails. Ninja boy over there only has four when he turns into his fox form. Some of them are said to act as messengers for the god of prosperity, Inari. I knew a girl who had a statue of him/her on her desk.”

“Prosperity!” Nami said, a sudden gleam appearing in her eyes as she looked over at the orange buffoon with speculation. “Maybe he would be a good fit for the crew?”

Ranma snorted. “As if Luffy is going to give us a vote. Face it, he’s in.”

“As if you’d protest,” Nami scoffed. She patted Ranma’s slightly swollen tummy. Ranma just gave her a grin, not bothering to deny it.

“Come on, everybody!” Luffy suddenly yelled out. “We’re going to go take a look at our new ship.”

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Ranma didn’t really know much about ships, even after having sailed on one for a couple of months. Nami, however, had gone into raptures over the various practical aspects of the new ship. The shape of the hull plus the sq/yards of sail it could carry would apparently make them as fast as shit through a goose, not Nami’s words, but trying to wrap her head around the math Nami used made Ranma’s head hurt.

The rest of the crew had been enthused over the extra space. Bigger and more cabins, sleeping for over forty crew if needed, but able to be sailed with a half-dozen. Lots of storage for food and consumables.

Luffy, in typical Luffy fashion, had been more interested in making sure his favorite seat, the sheep figurehead from the Going Merry, had been properly attached to their new ship, than his new private captain’s quarters. In fact he had taken one look at the larger room, with the map table set up for plotting their course and had declared it to be Nami’s. He’d be perfectly happy sleeping on deck, or in the quarters set aside for the regular crew. Zoro got a private room as well, and while he didn’t reject it he had been more interested in it as a storage room for his booze than as an accommodation. Sanji had quarters directly off of his larger galley. He had broken off from the tour to tune up his cooking area and start food preparation for the upcoming party as a trial run to make sure everything was just how he liked it.

The ship even had special features centered around her duty as a cabin girl. Or more correctly, around the existence of whatever girl was filling the role of relief station at the time. Truthfully, it was a little freaky how much thought and effort had been put into that aspect of the ship when all that was really needed at the most was a cushion for the girl to kneel on, in Ranma’s opinion. The guys working on the boat had clearly had different priorities. There were several devices in various locations into which a girl could be secured to allow easy access on the part of the crew to all her openings while they were on duty. As well as to keep her safe and available even in the worst of storms. One such device was practically part of the helm. Helmsman needed to stand long watches late in the night, and having a conveniently placed girl, and her mouth, readily available to keep him from seeking relief elsewhere was apparently a thing. Why that should be necessary when guys could go weeks without was beyond Ranma.

Cabin girls on most ships were of little use beyond acting as relief stations and needed to be well secured so they didn’t get washed overboard in rough weather. Or so the embarrassed tour guide explained. But looking at the various potential relief stations it was far too easy to imagine how easily the devices could be used to secure several less than willing girls in place. Say after raiding a merchant ship or town. Ranma had seen the look on Tashigi’s face as she took them in and knew for certain that was what the marine girl was thinking. And the scowls she directed toward an oblivious Zoro showed who she felt was most likely to make use of them.

Ranma wasn’t sure why Tashigi had a hard-on for Zoro, she was just grateful it wasn’t her that was constantly being regarded in the worst possible light. It was actually funny seeing it happen to someone else. Though, given the nature of this world Ranma had to wonder how long Zoro would let it go on before he said fuck it, and lived up to Tashigi’s fantasies.

As for Carrot, she seemed to regard the devices as a bit silly. She made a few of the workers a bit nervous when she commented that she could see why you might need to tie up a girl to keep her from hurting the weaker guys. But shouldn’t the focus be on them getting stronger?

As for Nami’s reaction, Ranma heard her boss mutter something about underserviced shipyard workers having sex on the brain. That made sense. A storm was unlikely to last long enough that the male sailors would need the use of a cabin girl. But, they were guys, there was no way they’d restrict themselves to the minimum necessary amount of sex when they had a girl on the crew who’s only job was to drain their balls. Ranma certainly had no interest in restricting the amount of sex she let the guys have. Why would she? In her opinion anything that led to her getting fucked more often was a good thing.

Not that Ranma had any need for such safety harnesses. The ship was likely to be broken in half before a storm got so bad she couldn’t suck a guy off. But she found the concept of being strapped into an available position and freely used by whatever member of the crew took a fancy, a bit of a turn on. She wasn’t the only member of the crew with such thoughts to go by the speculative look Usopp gave the devices and her.

Ranma had noticed that Usopp was turning into a real perv when it came to sexual restraints and devices. She’d even seen him creating a bolo shot for his primary weapon that would easily engulf and immobilize a female target. She was pretty sure she knew who he intended to test it on. She hadn’t let on she’d seen him working on it. Let him think she was taken by surprise when he tried it out on her. It would be interesting to see how far he would go if he thought she was helpless. Not that she intended to tank the capture. He wouldn’t improve if she didn’t do her best to escape his attempt to leash her. Letting him actually tag her with a shot was as far as she was willing to go.

Ranma’s real enthusiasm, besides the prospect of lots of kinky sex, was stirred by the masts and rigging. Not for the same reason as Nami who actually understood what it was all for, mind you. Ranma had looked at the three masts, the tallest that topped out at two hundred feet and the thousands of feet of heavy rope that kept everything tight and under control, and had seen the biggest obstacle course ever. Her fingers and toes itched with the desire to clamber over every inch of the upper structure until she knew it as well as the back of her hand.

Ranma noticed Hack talking to Luffy. The captain looked over at her, smiled, and then turned back to the big fishman and gave him a thumbs up. A shiver went down Ranma’s spine as she felt numerous predatory looks being directed her way. A warm wet feeling began to grow between her legs as her breasts swelled slightly and her nipples turned into bullets. That seemed to indicate the men looking at her weren’t interested in making her bleed, but in sticking their cocks in whatever hole was free. It made a nice change from her old life.

Ranma saw members of the work-crew carrying platters of food and barrels of beer and harder booze on board and remembembered she’d promised to provide entertainment for the ship christening party. Ranma wasn’t at all adverse to paying off, but she was also a born cock-tease. She figured working the guys up into a frenzy by making them catch and secure her would pay dividends as they made her pay for trying to avoid the fucking she had coming to her.

Ranma felt her adrenaline begin to pump as more and more male eyes turned toward her. She caught Luffy’s eye and gave him a grin as she shouted out. “Can I make them work for it, Luffy?”

“Sheeesheeesheee,” Luffy hissed in delight at the suggestion. “Of course. You’re our cabin girl. You have to uphold our pride.”

The men who had been advancing on her hesitated. She and Hack hadn’t exactly gone out of the way to hide their sparring match. Then knew she was deadly to guys at their level. “Don’t worry you chicken-shits! All you have to do is catch me, not beat me down! I promise the only thing I’m going to hurt are your egos!” She bent over and gave them a good look at how her shorts cupped and accentuated her fine ass and swatted it. “But if you want to sample this you’re going to have to earn it.”

The two dozen or so men who had been moving toward her earlier looked at each other. Several of them picked up ropes from where they were neatly coiled on the deck while four of them picked up a heavy cargo net, having armed themselves, so to speak, they resumed their advance on her.

Ranma waited until the men committed themselves. Then she jumped straight up into the rigging while the cargo nets and several lassoes snaked through the space she’d just vacated.

Ranma clambered up into the lines and paused waiting to see what the crowd of horny males would do. She was a bit fearful that this might have been a mistake. What was she going to do if they couldn’t chase her down. She was willing to tank it a little bit, but that would play hell with the excitement she was currently feeling. Fortunately for her libido she’d forgotten that every jack-tar below had years of experience with ships and rigging. They swarmed up into the rigging with a fine disregard for life and limb. They might not be up to her standards of aerial combat, but there were two dozen or more of them. That made this almost an equal fight. Especially as she had no intention of fighting, only of running.

With a laugh Ranma jumped from the set of lines she was gripping across a twenty foot gap a hundred feet above the main deck and casually caught a new line. Her adrenaline pumped up as the men clustered on the rigging let out a roar and either duplicated her feat or swung across the gap. And the chase was on.

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Down below on the deck of their new ship Usopp, goggles set to binocular, watched Ranma dance across the rigging like a ballerina while dozens of men chased after her, lust in their heart. He extracted his new weapon from under his belt. It was a double sided slingshot with arms made of spring steel and four powerful elastic tubes. It was at least ten times as powerful as his previous weapon and he could only fire it a dozen times or so before his muscles grew too exhausted to draw it. That should be enough, if he didn’t waste any shots. He reached into the ammunition bag at his side and extracted one of the half-dozen or so carefully prepared sling bullets he had placed inside.

Usopp followed Ranma as she led her pursuers on a merry chase through the ship's rigging, focusing on slowing his breathing and trying very hard to ignore how painfully hard his cock was. He could fuck Ranma anytime he wanted just by asking, and he asked often. But the thought of taking her down with his skill, knowing he’d earned the right to stick it in her and it wasn’t just a pity fuck had him aching to empty himself inside her petite little body. All he had to do was aim true.

Usopp blanked out the sound of Carrot begging Tashigi to let her join in the fun, and Nami taking bets from all the non-participants on how long it would be before Ranma got dicked. All that existed was him and his target and the perfect moment.

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The men chasing Ranma had gotten smart and instead of simply following her in one large mass of scrambling male hormones had spread out so some of them were located in all sections of the rigging and could cut off Ranma’s available avenues of escape. Even as Usopp watched one of the pursuers managed to hook his fingers into the collar of Ranma’s halter top and pulled it to the side allowing one of her creamy breasts to pop free and bounce in the open air. In that moment of distraction Usopp let loose his first shot. It flew true and smacked into the palm of the hand Ranma was using to ward off the man closest to her. It flattened into a gooey lump that clung to her flesh like glue and startled the red-head so she sprang away from her current location, clenching her fist around the tar-like substance as she did so. As Ranma reached for the next rope she discovered that she could not unclench her fist. Her fingers were stuck together and would not move.

Ranma had to resort to hooking her arm around one of the rope ladders and reaching out for a different handhold with her free hand. Usopp’s next shot impacted the palm of that hand. Ranma didn’t clench that fist, but her fingers were still glued together into one solid mass. The red-head didn’t dare catch a rope with her sticky hand less she ended up stuck to it like a fly to a spider’s web. As with her other arm she had to resort to hooking her elbow around a rope. Ranma’s feet were almost as flexible as her hands. She was fully capable of wielding a bo staff with them, and had proven this on previous occasions when her arms had been secured. She could cling to the rigging with her feet, and if all she’d had to do was hold on she’d have likely been fine, but she was running from a horde of men who were almost as good at moving through the tangled webwork of rope as she was. She weighed her options and then ran out of them as Usopp’s next shot hit the bottom of her foot just as it was stretching out to grip a rope with her toes.

Just as Ranma had feared whatever Usopp was using for ammunition clung to the rope just as well as it stuck to her flesh. She found herself dangling from one foot as she flailed about in an effort to pull free. Hoping leverage would let her escape she reached out with the hand that was covered in the goop but was still open and clenched it around a rope. She pulled hard hoping to free her foot and then to use the weight of her body to pull her hand free. It didn’t work. The ropes had enough give, and Usopp’s concoction was strong enough, that she simply ended up with both extremities stuck to the rigging. Before she could react, the closest group of men swarmed over her and she found all her limbs gripped by at least two sets of calloused hands. And shortly after that the rigging knives that every man carried at his side had sliced her clothing from her body and left her naked as the day she’d been born.

Work hardened hands pawed at Ranma’s body, her breasts were mauled and cruel fingers were thrust between her legs and up her orifices, causing her to squeal in outrage as she thrashed like a fly caught in a web.

The men in control of Ranma were discussing the best way to fuck her in this situation, when one right after another, Usopp hit her with another barrage of four shots. Three of them hit her gunked appendages and the fourth impacted her right between the ass cheeks, which stung like fuck. These were not the same as the last set of shots. They contained some sort of super-lubricant that neutralized the adhesive properties making her hands and one foot useless for rope climbing, the over spray also made her as slippery as a greased pig. Before the men holding her knew what was happening Ranma had pulled herself free of their hands and was falling through the air, straight for the deck and the four men with the cargo net who had been waiting for this moment ever since her flight had started.

Ranma could have used her ability to maneuver in the air via lightning fast kicks, but revealing her ability to do that to strangers was not worth the few extra minutes of freedom it might gain her. Besides, the frantic flight through the rigging had turned her on just as much as it had the guys chasing her and she was more than ready to move onto the next stage of this little drama. As such she let herself fall straight down into the cargo net which stopped her fall and enveloped her.

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“I call dibs,” Usopp yelled, moving forward and bravely pushing aside men who weighed nearly twice what he did. After all Zoro and Sanji were right there, not to mention Luffy. What did he have to fear from a few common seamen?

“Relax, long nose,” one of the more brutish of the men told Usopp. “No one here is going to deny you played a key role. We got no problem letting you go first. Just let us get her set up first.”

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Something gritty was sprinkled over Ranma’s body, neutralizing the oily liquid Usopp had coated her with. Many hands gripped Ranma as she was extracted from the cargo net, and to reward their diligence she wiggled and bucked in their grip and gave every indication of being a fully unwilling female captive.

“You bastards! You won’t get away with this!” Ranma yelled before her voice was muffled by a hand. She bit down on a thick finger, gently, causing the owner to let out a muffled curse and yank his hand away in case she decided to get serious. That left her free to yell curses and promises of bloody vengeance as the men carried her to the middle of the deck where a special accommodation had been prepared.

Unlike the various restraint points Ranma had noticed previously this was a disciplinary stand, only set up for special occasions. Her head and hands were thrust through the holes in a pillory that was clamped down tight, the thick padded leather lining the holes helped keep her skin from being abraded, but made it impossible for her to pull free of the heavy oak device. Leather cuffs were attached to her ankles and they were used to secure her feet to the deck, a good three feet apart. The last bit they fixed in place was a padded bench under her belly that **** her ass up in the air and pulled her feet free of the deck leaving her suspended at just the right height for a good ravaging.

Once Ranma was helpless the men stepped aside, some of them opening up the front of their pants to allow their cocks to spring free from the confines of their trousers. None of them were as big as Usopp, but none of them were what you’d call small either.

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Trembling, and hardly able to believe that his scheme had actually worked, Usopp stepped up behind the helpless Ranma and ran his hand over her **** and spread ass. He dug his thumbs into her cheeks and spread them even further than her bondage was already doing, revealing the crinkled little ring of her anus and the drooling spread lips of her sex under it. He swallowed a mouthful of spit as he fumbled with pants in order to release his cock.

“Damn you, Usopp! That was cheating!” Ranma cursed him.

“All fair in love and war, and that was both, Ranma,” Usopp replied as he slipped his thumbs down the inside slope of Ranma’s ass and dug them into her rectum.

“Ahhhh! Don’t you dare! Don’t you even think about it!” Ranma yelled.

“Too late. I’ve been thinking about tapping your sweet ass all day, Ranma.”

“You don’t want to do this Usopp!” Ranma cried out with a hint of pleading in her voice.

Usopp wasn’t buying it. “Of course I want to do this, Ranma!”

“If you do you’ll have to earn it every time in the future, no more freebies! Is that what you want?” Ranma threatened.

That threat made Usopp pause for all of two seconds. He swallowed nervously, and said, “I can live with that.” he reached into his ammunition bag and extracted one of his super slippery shots. Ranma’s ass was already well coated with the oily substance but Usopp's cock was still dry, even if the cap was coated with pre-cum. Even as excited as he was he wasn’t prepared to push Ranma’s patience by going in dry. He clenched his fist around the shot in his hand, breaking it, and then lubricated his erection with the residue, coating every inch. He then fisted his cock with one hand while holding Ranma’s ass parted with the other as he brought the tip to bear on the oily ring of her ass.

“No, don’t!” Ranma cried out as she felt the fat blunt tip of Usopp’s cock nudge against her tightest hole. “Ahhhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkk!” she screamed as he **** himself forward and popped the way too big tip through the tight ring of muscle.

“Guk,” Ranma gagged as a cock was thrust into her screaming mouth, and she rolled her eyes up in her head to see the cruel visage of Zoro as he smirked down. Only a couple of inches of his thick cock was inside Ranma’s mouth and her eyes crossed as she looked down the long length in front of her. She swallowed convulsively with the realization that in a short while every inch of that thick cock was going to be pushed down her throat.

“Huhhhhhmmmmmm!” Ranma cried out around Zoro’s cock as Usopp began to work his cock deeper into her ass, her unprepared rectum resisting every inch of the way, but the lubrication Usopp had used didn’t allow any resistance and no matter how tight she clenched her ass the sniper’s relentless pressure **** more and more of his wrist thick cock into her bowels.

“Ahhhhh, huhhhh, guk, guk,” Ranma groaned and gagged as Zoro pushed just enough cock into her mouth to tickle the back of her throat. She was assailed from both sides and neither man was at all interested in taking it easy on her petite body. She demonstrated her capacity for cock far too often in front of them for them to believe that she would have any trouble with a simple spit-roast.

“Hahhhhhhhhh,” Ranma gasped around Zoro’s cock as she felt Usopp bottom out in her ass, his heavy balls pushing up against her drooling sex. She panted as best she could as her body trembled with need and if she’d been able to she would have thrust her ass back at Usopp.

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Usopp was in heaven. Ranma’s tight ass gripped his cock like a vice and he could feel her internal muscles squeezing and massaging his cock as she tried to expel the foreign object filling her colon. He’d fucked her ass before, but always after one of the other guys, this was his first time taking her dry, so to speak, and the feeling was addictive. He allowed her body to **** him out one inch of a time until the flange of his dick was trapped behind the tight ring of her anus, and then against all her efforts to resist he pushed back inside, drawing a loud muffled groan from her cock stuffed mouth. He watched enthralled as his dick slipped through the tight ring of distended rectum.

Usopp did a bit of moaning himself. Knowing he wasn’t going to last very long, he began to speed up his thrusts, and soon Ranma's small body was rocking back and forth as he slammed in and out of her tight ass, his balls slapping her cunt with a wet smack with each inward thrust. He felt the red-head convulse under him as she had a small orgasm, and that pushed him over the edge. With one last gasp he shoved himself as deep into her bowels as he could go and unloaded a huge load into her. She trembled around his deeply imbedded cock and for once he felt like a conquered rather than a sublicant as he enjoyed the feel of her body wrapped around his dick and watched his cum ooze out past the seal his dick had created. He earned this, with his skill and his mind. It wasn’t charity and that made it all the sweeter. He vowed it was not going to be the last time he felt this way.

Mind you, now that his balls had been drained he was having second thoughts about how casually he had agreed to Ranma’s condition that he’d have to earn the right to fuck her from now on. But they were quickly dismissed as not currently important as he enjoyed the feel of Ranma’s ass milking his slowly deflating dick.

“Let someone one else have a turn!” A voice called out and Usopp moved his focus from the sight of his cock buried in Ranma’s ass to the line of guys forming behind him, even as another line was forming behind Zoro.