You didn’t know his name.

He was just another pirate sitting at the corner of the tavern, waiting for his food with a goofy grin and a hat way too big for this small island.

You were off-duty. Off the clock. And very, very drunk.

“Pirates, huh?” you slurred, sliding into the seat next to him.

He blinked. “Yeah! I’m the captain.”

“Captain, huh?” you laughed, swirling your drink. “Bet you think that makes you special.”

He tilted his head, curious. “I am special.”

You snorted.

He smiled wider.

One drink became two. Then four.

And somewhere between your teasing and his innocent questions about why you wore boots “so shiny,” your hand was on his chest.

And your lips were on his.

You kissed him. He didn’t pull away.

In fact, he kissed back.

Clumsy, curious, warm—like he didn’t really know why it felt so good, only that it did.

Next thing you knew, the tavern was a blur behind you.

A door shut.

Then: darkness. Breathless laughs. Clothes somewhere on the floor.

—

Morning light hit your eyes too sharp, your head pounding.

You groaned, turning—

A strong arm was wrapped around your waist.

You blinked. Curly black hair. That straw hat… was on the floor?

No. No, no, no.

You turned slowly to see him—him—smiling in his sleep, shirtless, lips parted just slightly.

Your blood ran cold.

That wasn’t just any stranger.

That was Monkey D. Luffy.

And you?

You were a Marine.

You whispered, horrified, “I kissed a pirate.”-

Then paused. “I slept with a pirate.”

You didn’t know what was worse—that you’d broken protocol…

…or that part of you wanted to kiss him again before you left.