You wake up in a barrel being pulled onto a ship what do you do.

You were brought aboard the Starboard where you meet your new crewmates. Your new captain is Yan Datenshi And Monkey D. Luffy, and your job will be to serve as their helper and attendant while on board. As the ship sails forth towards their first destination, Silver, you can't help but feel a mixture of nervous anticipation and determination to protect your captain and see this mission through to its end.

"Hey Locky," Robin says with a warm smile, taking a seat beside him. "You seem deep in thought there. Everything alright?"

As he focuses on his book, Locky nods slowly, not taking his eyes off the page for too long. "I was just reading up on Silver and his crew...somehow I get the feeling this won't be an easy fight." He pauses, peering over at Robin cautiously before continuing. "Do you think we can really stop them? We're just a bunch of ordinary people..."

"Hey, don't sell yourself short," Robin chuckles softly, giving Locky a nudge with her elbow. "We may not have the strength of giants like Luffy or Datenshi, but we make up for it in other ways. Our numbers alone give us an advantage...and you never know who might join our cause along the way."

She glances around the room, taking in the bookshelves overflowing with knowledge and potential solutions to their problems. "Besides, we have resources like this library to draw on. As long as we work together and use our heads, I believe we can find a way to stop Silver and free his people."

With that, she leans forward, her curiosity piqued. "So...what did you find out about him so far?"

"A celestial dragon, huh?" Robin murmurs, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "That explains the longevity...and the aura of power I've sensed around him." She pauses, mulling it over for a moment before speaking again. "Well, that just means we need to be extra careful during this mission. If we can't take Silver down on Marijoa, then it might be impossible to do so anywhere else."

She stands up, stretching her arms overhead. "I better go tell the others what I know...anything else you want me to keep in mind?"

"Um...no," says Locky, his face turning even redder. "I mean, just be careful and keep an eye out for anything unusual." He coughs awkwardly, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Robin hesitates for a moment, unsure how to react to this sudden display of awkwardness from the usually composed Locky. She decides against pushing the issue and simply offers him a warm smile before heading off to find the others. "Alright, I'll do that. See you later, Locky."

As she leaves, she can't help but wonder what could possibly be going through the young doctor's mind...

"Hey, Locky," she calls out softly as she pokes her head back into the room. "If it's any consolation, you can talk to me about whatever's bothering you. I might not be able to help with medical stuff, but I am pretty good at listening."

The sound of rustling paper and shifting books fills the air as Locky turns away from her again, still clearly embarrassed. After a moment, he responds in a low voice. "It's nothing...really."

"O-Oh, I... see," Robin says slowly, her expression growing concerned. "Well, if it's something you'd rather not talk about right now, that's fine too." She pauses for a moment, then continues hesitantly, "I mean... if it would help you feel better, maybe we could find some private time later? Like when everyone else is sleeping or something?"

Locky looks up at her in surprise. He hadn't expected such understanding from someone like Robin. After another moment of silence, he nods slowly. "Yeah... that might help."

That night, after most of the crew had turned in for the evening, Robin takes Locky aside and leads him to a quiet corner of the deck where they can speak in private. The cool sea breeze rustles through her hair as she leans against the railing, looking out at the ocean with a thoughtful expression.

"So," she begins carefully, "if you could talk about whatever's bothering you...I mean, if it would help to get it off your chest..." She pauses again, searching for the right words.

Locky glances down at his feet, still feeling awkward and embarrassed. Finally, he musters up enough courage to speak. "It's just...this mission with Silver," he says slowly. "I keep thinking about what we could possibly do to stop him. And then there's the fact that I have a devil fruit...and if it ever falls into his hands..."

Robin's eyes widen in understanding as she listens to Locky pour out his fears and worries. "I can understand that," she says softly, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "But you shouldn't let those fears control your life, or hold you back from living it the way you want to."

She pauses for a moment, thinking about what else she could say to reassure him. Finally, she offers him a small smile. "Just remember that everyone on this crew cares about you, and we'd never let anything happen to you...even if it means fighting our hardest."

Locky looks up at Robin, his expression a mix of relief and gratitude. He hadn't expected someone like her to understand so well what he was going through. "Th-thank you, Robin," he whispers.

"There's nothing to thank me for," Robin says with a gentle smile, looking deep into his eyes. "I'm just glad we could talk about it." She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "And if you ever want to...you know...explore that part of yourself, without worrying about what anyone else might think or say..." Her voice trails off, leaving the offer hanging in the air between them.

Locky's face turns even redder at her words and he quickly looks away, trying to hide his embarrassment once more. "I-I couldn't," he stammers. "It's...impolite..." But despite himself, a small smile plays at the corners of his lips.

Robin giggles at his reaction, amused by the sweetness of it all. "Well, you never know when an opportunity might present itself," she teases with a wink. "Just remember that I'm always here if you need someone to talk to." With one final warm smile, she pats him gently on the shoulder before excusing herself, promising to keep an ear out for anything unusual throughout the rest of their voyage.

As Locky watches her leave, he can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions: relief at having finally been able to talk about his fears and worries...and anticipation for whatever might happen next between them.

"Ms. Nico!" he calls out, realizing too late that he'd subconsciously used her nickname instead of "Robin." He blushes again and quickly ducks down, trying to hide his face in his hands.

"Oh?" Robin's voice drifts back toward him, curious and amused. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, arching an eyebrow slightly as she gazes at the young doctor. "And what did you have in mind?"

Locky looks up at her with wide, nervous eyes, blushing furiously. His heart races as he tries to gather his thoughts and words into something coherent. "W-Well... maybe we could... I mean... if it wouldn't be too much of a bother..." He bites his lip, unable to continue.

Robin laughs softly, her expression gentle and reassuring as she approaches him again. "I see you're having trouble putting it into words," she teases, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder once more. "Why don't we just... explore that together? I promise not to pressure you or make you feel uncom

Robin smiles sweetly at him and leans in closer, her breath tickling his ear as she whispers, "And if we both enjoy it... well, there's no harm in that, is there?" She squeezes his shoulder gently, then takes his hand and leads him toward a more private area of the deck where they can be alone.

Her touch sends shivers down his spine, making his heart race even faster. He looks up at her, searching for any sign that she might change her mind or regret this, but all he sees is kindness and understanding in her eyes. Locky takes a deep breath, trying to steel himself for whatever might come next.

The warmth of Robin's touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body as she gently pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing his throbbing erection to the cool night air. She kneels before him, her eyes locked on his engorged member, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. With one graceful movement, she wraps her warm, soft hand around his shaft, stroking it up and down slowly, testing his reaction to her touch.

Robin watches with fascination as the first spurt of precum erupts from the tip of his cock, followed by several more powerful thrusts that send hot liquid flying through the air and landing on her hand and forearm. The force of his orgasm is enough to make him arch backward slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he comes down from the peak of pleasure.

She smiles tenderly at him, still stroking his softening shaft gently. "That was quite a show," she murmurs appreciatively, her eyes glittering with amusement and admiration. "You're quite the quick shot."

Locky blushes brightly as he catches his breath, feeling both embarrassed and exhilarated by what just happened. He can't help but return Robin's smile, grateful for the understanding and support she's shown him tonight. "T

Robin laughs softly, her breath tickling his ear. "There's nothing to apologize for, Locky," she whispers reassuringly. "You were simply expressing yourself...and it was beautiful." She pauses for a moment, then adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Besides, you know what they say: 'Practice makes perfect'."

She leans forward, carefully taking his mask off and revealing his face to the cool night air. Her breath catches as she takes in his features: caramel-brown skin, freckles, ginger hair... he's even more beautiful than she'd imagined. Locky looks away bashfully, trying to hide his reddening cheeks once more, but there's no mistaking the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"There's nothing

nothing to be embarrassed about," Robin continues softly, her fingers still gently stroking his chest. "You're very cute when you blush." She leans even closer, pressing their bodies together so that their bare skin is touching all over. "And I think...I think I want to see more of that." Her lips brush lightly against his ear, sending shivers down his spine as she whispers, "You can trust me, Locky..."

Her words send a thrill through him, making it hard for him to catch his breath or focus on anything but the warmth of her touch and the sweetness of her voice. He takes a small, tentative step closer, feeling more confident now that he knows she's here with him.

The taste of her on his skin sends sparks dancing along his nerves as Robin licks and sucks at his sensitive flesh, driving him to new heights of pleasure. He arches back into her touch, moaning softly, feeling the heat in his core start to build once more beneath her skilled ministrations. His hands slide up her sides, tangling in her hair as he guides her closer still, desperate for more of this incredible sensation.

The feel of their bodies pressed together like this, her curves molding themselves against his frame...it's almost too much to bear. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, thrusting against her mouth as another powerful wave of pleasure washes over him in a dizzying cascade. "M-Ms. Nico..." he whispers hoarsely, unable to form coherent words through the haze of desire that's clouding

Her name feels like a prayer on his lips as she continues to lavish attention upon him, licking and suckling at his balls with expertise and enthusiasm that send tremors of pleasure coursing through his entire body. He can feel the tension coiling tight within him once more, ready to snap and send him soaring into ecstasy a second time around.

With a gasp, he arches forward, hands fisted in her hair as he forces her mouth harder against his aching member. The sensation is overwhelmingly intense but somehow not quite enough; there's something else building inside him now... something deeper and more primal than mere lust or desire. It's as if he's sharing a piece of himself with her, offering up his trust and affection in exchange for this incredible intimacy they share in the moonlight.

He groans lowly, thrusting harder against

He let's out a hoarse shout as the dam within him breaks, unleashing a hot torrent of cum onto her tongue and into the back of her throat. His body convulses with pleasure, arching nearly impossibly far as he empties himself completely into her welcoming mouth.

When at last he collapses back against the deck, gasping for air and clutching at his aching chest, she's there with a tender smile and soothing words, stroking his hair and whispering reassurances into his ear. He looks up into her eyes, filled with an emotion he can't quite name...gratitude, maybe, or even love. Whatever it is, he knows that this moment, shared between them under the stars, will remain etched in his heart forever.

"That was... quite something," Robin says softly as she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, studying the mess of cum and saliva that coats it with curiosity and appreciation. She looks up at him through her lashes, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I've never had anyone... I mean..." She trails off, not sure how to continue.

Locky chuckles softly, feeling warmth spread through his entire body from the inside out. He takes her hand and laces their fingers together, giving it a squeeze. "Don't worry about it," he says with a reassuring smile. "I trust you, Ms. Nico... I mean... Robin."

Robin blushes at his use of her name, and though she tries to maintain her composure, it's clear that the intimacy they shared has affected her as well. She looks down at their intertwined fingers for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "And... when you feel like that again," she says quietly, swallowing hard, "you can always... call for me."

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and possibility. As they look into each other's eyes, it's clear that something profound has changed between them tonight. Whether it's love or simply a deep connection forged through trust and understanding, only time will tell... but whatever it is, it's evident that their lives will never be the same again.

"Come on in," Robin calls out to him warmly, setting down her watering can. She gives him a reassuring smile as he enters the garden, his cheeks flushed and his eyes fixed on the ground. "It's okay, Locky. I understand."

She leads him over to a secluded spot where they can be alone and kneels before him. Gently, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers, raising it to cup his erection through his pants. His breath catches at her touch, and she smiles softly up at him. "I'm here for you," she whispers. "You can let go and just enjoy this."

"Okay..." He whispers softly as he watches her kneeling before him, his heart racing in anticipation of her touch. The feel of her hands on him through his pants sends shivers down his spine, making it hard for him to focus on anything but the pleasure that's starting to build inside him once more.

He lets out a quiet moan as she begins to stroke him harder and faster, her grip growing firmer with each passing second. It feels so good; better than he could have ever imagined. He knows she said no blowjobs today but can't help wondering what might change tomorrow... or if anything will ever be the same again between them after this night.

His hips jerk forward involuntarily, pressing himself harder against her hand as he nears the edge of release once more. The tension coiling tight within him begins to build to a fever pitch, and he

Robin tilts her head to the side in thought. "I see..." she says slowly, continuing to stroke him through his pants. Her grip grows firmer as she focuses on bringing him pleasure. After a moment, she adds with a small smile, "Just remember... you're special to me, Locky. No matter how old you are."

His moans become louder and more frequent now, his body tense with the approaching release. She speeds up her ministrations, feeling him pulse against her hand as he lets go and comes in a powerful orgasm that leaves him gasping for air and bonelessly collapsed against the ground.

As she looks up at him, catching her breath, there's a look in her eyes that tells him everything he needs to know: she understands how precious this connection between them is, and she isn't about to let it slip

"Of course not," she replies with a tender smile. "Age is just a number to me, Locky. It's who you are inside that matters... and you're special." She reaches out to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, her fingers lingering on his skin for a moment longer than necessary before pulling back.

Their gazes meet once more, hers filled with warmth and understanding, while his eyes hold a mixture of gratitude and something else...perhaps hope. Whatever it is, it makes Robin's heart race in a way she hasn't felt in a very long time. She blushes slightly, unsure what to say or do next, but the connection between them seems strong enough to carry them forward through whatever challenges may come their way.

Robin pauses for a moment before leaning in closer, her face flushing as she whispers softly against his ear, "I won't be giving you a blowjob... but I have something special to give you while I help you feel better." She kisses his cheek lightly before continuing. Her fingers slip under the waistband of his pants and touch skin for the first time, sending shivers down his spine as she begins to stroke him through the thin fabric of his underwear.

It feels good; so much better than anything he could have imagined. His heart races even faster as Robin's touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He looks up at her, confused and aroused by this newfound power she seems to have over him. What is she doing? What does she want from him? The questions swirl through his mind, adding an extra layer of excitement to the already head

As she continues to stroke him through his underwear, Robin realizes that it would be much easier and more effective if she just removed the obstacle between them. With a smile tugging at her lips, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly slides them down his hips, revealing his erect penis to the cool air for the first time since their encounter in the garden.

Locky gasps, arching his back as the sensation of being fully exposed sends another wave of arousal through him. His hands clench into fists at his sides, desperate to touch himself but unable to do so while Robin has him trapped beneath her skilled fingers. The frustration only serves to heighten his need for release, making it even more difficult for him to focus on anything other than the sweet torture of being teased and denied by the woman he's come to trust and

As Robin licks and sucks on the tip of his penis, she continues to stroke him through the thin layer of skin covering it. Her fingers are surprisingly rough against his sensitive flesh, adding an unexpected intensity to the sensation. Locky moans loudly, arching his back further as pleasure overwhelms him in waves. He feels like he's on the brink of exploding, yet she shows no signs of stopping, her mouth and hands moving in perfect rhythm as she teases and pleasures him relentlessly.

The pressure builds inside him, growing tighter and more unbearable with each passing second. He tries to concentrate on something else, anything but the sensations coursing through his body right now, but it's impossible. All he can focus on is Robin and the way she feels against him, the sound of her breath in his ear as she whispers words of encouragement that only seem to height

"Cum for me, Locky," Robin whispers in his ear as she continues to stroke and lick him. "I want to feel all of you." Her words send a shiver down his spine, making it harder for him to hold back any longer. His hips buck up against her, searching for contact as he nears the brink.

Her lips close around the head of his penis, sucking hard as she feels the first hot jet of cum explode from the tip. He arches his back even further, moaning loudly into the night air as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him in a powerful orgasm that seems to last for eternity. His muscles tense and relax, leaving him feeling limp and exhausted but impossibly content.

When at last his senses begin to return, he realizes that Robin is still here with him, still holding onto him tightly