Okay everyone, sorry this took so long. How long's it been? A year? Just so y'all know, the first chapter is a bunch of entries stuck together into one, and this is the about size of each section. Sorry for any inconvenience. '

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It had been a good three days since the marshmallow incident, and again, Shanks and Chopper were starving. But then, three days on a raft in the middle of nowhere will do that to you.

Chopper was frightened. After all, he was technically food. And Shanks was a lot like Luffy, and Luffy would eat anything, and had in fact tried to eat him the first time they’d ever met.

Catching the looks Chopper was giving him, Shanks turned to the reindeer, and seemingly reading his mind, reassuringly said “Look kid, I’m not gonna eat you, so just calm down already, and stop looking at me like that!”

“H-h-how did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

Shanks bent down came down to Chopper’s eye level. “…Magic.”

“REALLY?!”

“Nope. It’s just a trick of reading someone’s actions.”

“Wow! How do you do it?”

“It’s like if someone’s clenching their fists, then you know they’re mad right?”

“Right.”

“Well if someone’s looking at you as if you just said you’re gonna eat them, then what else could they be thinking?”

“Oh, okay…”

Chortling and shaking his head, Shanks turned his gaze back to the sea. He WAS rather hungry. They had to find food soon, or they were in trouble. From their position, the only thing visible was open water. Until something to the left caught his eye however. Sitting up from his slump, Shanks stretched his neck as far as it would go to better look at the dark shape on the horizon. Grinning, Shanks turned back to Chopper, his eyes alight.

Seeing his companion’s crazed face, Chopper wasn’t too sure about himself for a minute, but when Shanks let out a “LAAAAAND HOOOOOOOOO!” that could be heard for miles around, the reindeer’s face lit up.

A couple of hours later, they reached the island that Shanks had spotted. Looking around, Chopper soon found out that dinner that night would be small. He just finished telling Shanks this when he heard a whoosh, coupled with a crash. Inhaling deeply, the strange pair turned to see their raft, half broken half out to sea past reach.

Blinking, Chopper went to the water’s edge while sighing out the breath from earlier. Raising his chin, and puffing out his chest, Chopper proceeded to tell the sea, and the wave that brought their raft out, exactly what he thought of them.

About ten minutes had passed, Chopper was still swearing, and the red-haired figure behind him was getting rather bored. Coming up to the severely ticked off reindeer, Shanks bent down to about eye level.

“Hey!”

“-ING LITTLE PIECE O- Huh?”

“You done yet?”

“Give me a minute.” With that he continued his rant.

Some time later the shrieks and insults emanating from the reindeer quieted down, and Shanks saw Chopper coming towards him, completely happy and carefree.

Cocking an eyebrow, Shanks’ head followed suit as he stared at the little fuzz ball.

“There. Now I’m done!” That said Chopper proceeded to walk away, in search of food.

Shank immediately broke into gales of laughter.

That evening, while dining on the meager dinner Chopper had cooked up, the odd pair was discussing what to do next when Shanks heard rustling in the bushes nearby.

“What was that?!” Chopper started but stopped when a creature about his size stepped out of the underbrush, emitting a sound not unlike that of a penguin. The fact of the matter, was that is WAS a penguin.

Gaping Chopper looked from the penguin to Shanks, who by the way was grinning like a mad man, and back to the penguin.

“What on earth in a penguin doing here, in this climate? It’s way too hot!”

“Why ask me? You’re the expert.” Shanks said shrugging.

“Huh?”

“You’re an animal aren’t you?”

“….Oh yeah.” With that Chopper warily made his way over to the penguin, and began conversing with it, leaving Shanks unsupervised, proving to be a bad idea. By the time he turned back Shanks had finished shoveling the rest of the food into his mouth, and was smiling “innocently”.

Sighing, Chopper began relaying the information he had obtained. “He says he comes from a group of land penguins, and that staying here is a bad idea.”

“Oh, why’s that?”

Chopper was about to answer with “He didn’t tell me.” But didn’t get a chance, due to the fact that the penguin had begun squawking like his tail feathers were on fire.

Chopper started praying that it wouldn’t be a marshmallow. He got his wish.