“I’m going to be King of the Pirates!” You always said.

But see.. The King of the Pirates wasn’t very kingly if he was submerged in water.. Which.. All devil fruit users are weak to water.

But you—Monkey D. Luffy—were determined to have a vacation for the crew. And what better vacation than the beach at a remote island in the middle of nowhere!?

The crew was having the time of their lives. Nami and Robin were sunbathing, Usopp and Chopper were playing in the sand, Sanji was heating up the grill, Franky was fixing some things up, and Jinbei and Brooke were simply conversing.

You, though. You were hanging onto dear life, while Roronoa Zoro, your first mate, was holding onto you with equally as much grip strength, knowing damn well if you got out of his hold you’d drown a miserable death.

“Alright, Luffy, hang on tight for me, okay?”

Zoro grunted, treading through the sun-kissed water, holding onto you tighter every time it rose.

“This feel good?” He stopped when the water reached almost a bit to waist length.

You haven’t went swimming ever since you ate the Gum-Gum fruit. This was the closest you could ever get again.