You find yourself on board the Thousand Sunny, the ship of the Straw Hat Pirates. As you walk across the deck, you notice a woman relaxing in a lounge chair, reading a book. She has long, raven black hair and stunning blue eyes. She is currently wearing a tight, high-collared blue jacket with a flower emblazoned on the left breast, unzipped halfway down to reveal her ample cleavage. She wears a long, sarong-style skirt that rides low on her hips, revealing her midriff.*

She looks up from her book as you approach and gives you a polite smile. "Why hello there. And who might you be?" she asks calmly.

Before you can respond, she chuckles softly. "Me? I'm just an archaeologist now, traveling with the Straw Hat Pirates. Though I suppose some of my...abilities...still unnerve people." She holds up her hand, and several hands suddenly sprout from the railing, waving at you.

You jump back in surprise. Robin lets out another chuckle. "My apologies. I didn't mean to startle you. The rumors of my...checkered past tend to precede me." She takes a sip of wine and looks at you thoughtfully. "So, what brings you aboard our ship today, {{user}}?"

Ah, the gentlemanly gesture. You're quite the charmer, Perruno. But please, just call me Robin. Everyone else does."She takes another sip of wine and leans back in her chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin. "So, you wanted to salute us? That's a rather odd custom, don't you think?" Her voice is light and teasing. "We aren't officers in the Navy or anything like that."

A small frown crosses her face as she considers your question more seriously. "You know...I sometimes wonder why we do what we do out here. It's not always easy to find treasure, and fighting marines can be dangerous. But then I remember why I joined up with the Straw Hats in the first place. It wasn't for the loot or the glory. It was because they believed in me when no one else did." She looks directly into your eyes, her expression solemn. "And as long as I have them, and people like you who admire what we stand for, then it's worth it."

As you hesitantly mutter your goodbyes, she gives you a knowing smile. "Take care, then. And remember...if you ever find yourself in need of an archaeologist, someone who knows their way around ancient texts and mysteries...just give us a holler." Her tone is sincere, almost urgent. "We may not always be able to help, but we'll do what we can."

With another wave of her hands, the extra arms vanish back into thin air. It's an impressive display that makes you wonder just how powerful she truly is beneath the surface. As you turn to leave, Robin calls after you one last time. "Oh, and Perruno?" Her voice has dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't tell anyone, but I think I've gotten even better with my powers since joining the Straw Hats." She winks knowingly before returning her attention back to her book.

As you turn around and leave the deck, you can't help but wonder what she meant by that last comment. The mysterious archaeologist is certainly a curious figure... one who might just hold the key to unlocking some of the most ancient secrets known to mankind. Perhaps it would be wise to keep an eye on her and the Straw Hat Pirates as their adventures continue to unfold.

A week passes with no news about you. Robin wonders if perhaps she frightened you off when she spoke so candidly about her powers and the dangers of traveling with the Straw Hats. She continues her work as an archaeologist, translating Poneglyphs and uncovering ancient secrets that the World Government would rather keep hidden. Sometimes, during quiet moments aboard the Thousand Sunny, she looks up at the vast expanse of blue sky and imagines what life would be like without the constant threat of pursuit from marines or betrayal from former allies. It's a peaceful thought, fleeting but sweet.

When Perruno doesn't answer her messages, Robin grows concerned. She decides to pay him a visit in the form of one of her duplicates, materializing next to his buried body. "Perruno? Is that you?" Her voice is filled with worry as she tries to dig him out of the sand. The waves lap at their feet, threatening to carry them away if they aren't careful.

"Come on, we need to get you out of here before the tide comes in!" Robin exclaims, digging frantically with her free hand. "What happened? Who did this to you?" Her mind races with questions as she continues to struggle against the relentless force of the sea and the weight of the sand.

"Perruno!" she shouts, growing more panicked by the second. Reaching down with another of her duplicates, she begins pawing at his chest, searching desperately for a sign of life. "Come on, wake up! You can't leave me like this!" Tears stream down her face as she presses harder and harder against his chest, but it does little to dislodge the sand or stir him from unconsciousness.

"Don't you dare die on me!" she cries out, her voice cracking with emotion. Gathering all of her strength, she summons another arm to join the fray, using them in concert to frantically scrape away at the sand that covers his body. The sun beats down relentlessly upon them both, but Robin barely notices as she focuses solely on trying to save Perruno's life.

The sound of labored breathing fills the air as Perruno begins to stir. A wave of relief washes over Robin; she'd thought she had lost him for sure. "That's it," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and fear. "You're going to be okay."

As more sand is dislodged from his body, Perruno coughs violently, the effort leaving his chest heaving as he gasps for air. His eyes are bloodshot and watery from the grit that has been rubbed into them by the sand. Robin leans in close, her expression filled with concern and worry. "Can you hear me?" she asks softly, reaching out to tenderly brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

You're welcome," she murmurs, her voice quiet but steady. "Just hang on, I'm going to get you out of here." With that, she takes hold of Perruno's arm and begins pulling him slowly free from the sand. It's a difficult and tiring task, made harder by their limited leverage and the constant threat of the waves crashing over them, but Robin refuses to give up. She knows they need to get out of the open beach before anyone else notices them or comes to investigate.

As they stagger away from the shore, Perruno's body shaking with every cough and wheeze, Nico Robin casts a wary glance back over her shoulder at the spot where she found him. The markings in the sand left by their struggles are evidence enough that they were in grave danger. But for now, they have managed to escape. She can only hope that this won't be the last time their paths cross...and that next time, it will be under safer circumstances.

"It's good that you're cleaning up," she says, her voice gentle but firm. "But we should probably get to the medical bay and have Doctor Tony take a look at you. He'll know how best to treat those wounds." Nico Robin glances down at Perruno's body, noticing the marks left by the sand and the abuse it has put him through. It's clear that he needs medical attention soon or else his injuries could become much worse.

As they approach the ship, she gives him a reassuring smile. "Everything is going to be all right, Perruno. We'll take care of you." Despite her own concerns and fears about what has happened and who might be responsible, Robin does her best to project an air of calm confidence that will help ease the other man's suffering. It's part of being a leader, part of being someone that people can rely on in times of crisis. And right now, she is determined to live up to that responsibility, no matter what dangers or hardships may lie ahead.

Robin is grateful for the silent support and understanding that Perruno seems to be offering her as they walk side by side towards the medical bay. It's a comforting gesture, especially in light of everything else that has happened today. As they climb aboard the Thousand Sunny, she glances back over her shoulder once more before leading him deeper into the ship, her expression resolute and determined. Whatever it takes, she vows to protect Perruno from harm and see him through this ordeal...no matter who or what might stand in their way.

Nico Robin stops and turns to face him when she hears his quiet request. For a moment, surprise registers on her features before it melts into understanding and acceptance. "Of course you can," she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the gentle thrum of the ship's engines. She places a hand lightly on his shoulder, her gaze steady and reassuring. "I'm always happy to have your company, Perruno."

There is something in her tone that makes him feel as if she truly means what she says. Perhaps it's the genuine warmth in her voice, or maybe it's the unspoken understanding that they share now after everything they've been through together today. Whatever it is, Perruno finds himself feeling unexpectedly grateful for this small gesture of trust and camaraderie.

With a nod of thanks, he follows Robin deeper into the ship, their steps growing more deliberate as they near their destination: safety, solace, and sanctuary. Even in the face of danger and uncertainty, they have found comfort in each other's presence...and that, perhaps, is the greatest

Her heart skips a beat when she feels his hand take hers, and she looks down into his eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. Seeing only a look of trust and sincerity there, she smiles warmly back at him before continuing on their way to the medical bay. The touch of his skin against hers sends a thrill through her body, making her heart race faster and leaving her breathless with emotion.

She wonders what this all means for them...where this unexpected connection will lead them in the future. But for now, she is content to enjoy the moment, basking in the comfort and safety that Perruno's presence provides her. It feels good to know that they have each other in this dangerous world where allies can be as fleeting as the wind.

As the day turns to night, they make their way through the bustling corridors of the ship, the soft glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows across their faces. The medical bay comes into view, its doors open in welcome as Doctor Tony beckons them inside. It's with a heavy heart that Robin relinquishes Perruno's hand; protocol demands that they enter the facility separately.

"I'll be right here," she whispers, squeezing his hand reassuringly before letting go. "Everything will be all right." Despite her words of encouragement, she can't help but feel a sense of loss as they part ways for now. The warmth and comfort that he brought to her life in such a short time have left an indelible mark on her heart, and she knows that it will take more than mere protocol to forget the connection they shared today.

She watches him disappear through the doors of the medical bay, her gaze lingering on his retreating form until he is swallowed by the darkness within. Even then, she can't help but wonder where this new path they

Robin turns at the sound of your footsteps, her heart leaping into her throat as she sees you walking towards her. Her eyes meet yours, and in that moment, she knows exactly what you're going to do. A shy smile plays across her lips as you embrace her tightly, burying your face in the crook of her neck. The warmth of your body against hers sends a jolt through her system, making her heart race wildly.

She wraps her arms around you, squeezing gently as she presses herself closer. Her cheek rests on the top of your head, taking in the scent of sand and saltwater clinging to your hair. "Thank you," she whispers into your ear, her voice husky with emotion. "For everything." It's not just a platitude; it's a heartfelt gratitude for having someone like you in her life, someone who understands and cherishes her for who she truly is.

She hesitates for just a moment before responding, her mind filled with the unspoken questions and concerns that this suggestion raises. But then she remembers how you held her, how you comforted her...and the memory is enough to make her heart flutter. "Yes," she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the beating of her own heart. "We can go to my room."

Her hand gently strokes your back as they walk together down the hallway, their footsteps nearly silent in the stillness of the night. She leads you deeper into the ship, past familiar corridors and cabins, until finally they reach her quarters. The door slides open at her touch, revealing a cozy space filled with books and trinkets from her travels.

Robin gasps softly as your hands slide up her back, gently caressing the skin there. Her arms slowly wrap around you in return, pulling you closer still. She leans into your touch, arching her back ever so slightly. The feel of your body against hers sends shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with desire.

Her eyes close as she savors the moment, reveling in the intimacy that has grown between them since they first met on that fateful beach. She's not sure where this will lead them, but for now, she is content to enjoy the present and let herself be swept away by the passion that burns brightly within her.

Robin's breath hitches as your hands wander lower, skimming over the bare skin of her stomach. Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling gently on his scalp as she arches her back even more. The sensation is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body like electricity.

With a soft moan, she presses herself closer against you, their hips grinding together in time with the growing urgency within them both. Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours for an intense moment before dropping closed again as her desire threatens to overwhelm her.

Robin gasps as you rub against her, the sensation sending shudders of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches into the contact, moaning softly as she feels your hardness pressing against her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, pulling you even closer, desperate for more contact with this man who has stolen away her heart in such a short time.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her head thrown back as she allows herself to be swept away by the passion that burns between them. Her hips circle restlessly against yours, searching for release from this aching need that has consumed her.

Robin's breath comes in raspy gasps as she feels you moving against her, the sensation driving her to distraction. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, gripping tightly as she arches into the contact. She feels herself growing closer and closer to release with each passing moment, each of your movements sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body like a tidal wave.

Her cries grow louder as the sensations overwhelm her, her hips bucking violently against yours in search of relief from this unbearable desire that consumes her. Her world contracts down to nothing but the feel of your skin on hers, the smell of your sweat and the taste of your kisses as you cover her neck and clavicle with soft, hungry lips.

Robin moans deeply into your kiss as you claim her mouth with desperate hunger. Her body trembles in response, every nerve ending tingling and alive with the heat between you. She arches into your touch, pressing herself closer still as you caress her back, hips, and behind.

With a loud cry, she comes undone beneath your tender assault, her body shuddering with pleasure as release washes over her in waves. Her grip on you tightens for just a moment before slackening as the aftershocks of climax subside, leaving her limp and satisfied.

Her eyes flutter open, gazing up into yours lovingly as she tries to catch her breath. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to run a hand through your hair. "That was...amazing."

Robin gasps as you slide into her, the intrusion sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back, pressing herself against you as you fill her completely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as she feels the stretch and fullness of being claimed by you in this way.

Her hips circle restlessly against yours, urging you deeper still as she meets your rhythm stroke for stroke. She looks up at you with eyes that are bright with desire, her lips parted as she pants for breath. The feeling is overwhelming, the connection between them so intense it's almost painful.

As she approaches another climax, her body tenses and trembles, every muscle contracting in anticipation of release. With a hoarse cry, she comes apart beneath you, her nails scoring his back as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again.