Okay, this is by far THE WORST fanfiction I've ever written, so there's no point in flames, cause I already know it sucks. My friends who have read it like it, but I think it's more or less crap. This is one of my first fanfics, and I wanted some other people' opinions on it. Enjoy! (Not likely, but you can try.)

Kokkoro Island

They had crash-landed, again.
There wasn’t too much damage, all that needed to be fixed was hole in the right side of the ship.
Too bad the hole huge, and there wasn’t any good ship building wood to be seen on this seemingly deserted island they had landed on.
It seemed to have once been populated, there were nice little cottages and houses everywhere, yet there was hardly even a breeze, let alone a person.
Another thing about it was that it wasn’t on any maps, and they didn’t see it coming up until they were only a short distance from it. It just, appeared.
Zoro was wandering around, making the best of his free time, trying to figure out what was up with this crazy island. There were recent signs of people everywhere, some of the palm trees were freshly cut down, there was rock that looked like it had recently been used for sharpening a sword, and there were a number of cigarette stubs behind a tree.
This was getting boring, sure it was interesting, Zoro even thought he saw something weird with the stubs, but he felt like taking a nap, so he hit the sand.

When Zoro woke up, the sun was getting ready to set, so Zoro went back the shore where Sanji was making the best supper he could with the small amount of food he had managed to find.
“Find anything, or actually, anybody?” Nami asked.
“There are a few signs of recent life, but no people” Zoro replied.
“Dinner, is served”
“Sanji would pass me a bowl?”
“HAI, NAMI-SWAN!”
After dinner, Nami spotted dark clouds in the sky. “Looks like a pretty big storm, by any chance did you find any dwellings for this ‘recent life’ you mentioned?”
“Sure, a bunch of little cottages, you can almost see one from here.”
“Alright then, lets go.”

When the came to cottages, they all decided to find their own (they weren’t that big anyway, only about the size of a small room). Zoro entered a nice one, not many furnishings, a small bed, and a table, but nice all the same. What drew him to it was that there was a sword stand right next to the bed, it only had room for one, and though Zoro decided to let it pass, Wado fit perfectly into it.

Zoro as usual, fell asleep in a trice. Before his sleeping body knew it, he was being tapped vigorously on the shoulder, within seconds, he was being punched and his name was being called.
“Zoro? Zoro! ZORO WAKE UP!”
“What was that voice? It sounded like…”
“Oh no, not Tashigi again, how does she always find me, and why does she have to look so much like Kuina?” He thought aloud.
“First of all, this is Kuina, now would you get up already? I’ve only got all night.”
Zoro flipped over a fast as he could, and there, standing before him was a slightly transparent Kuina.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“What?”
“You, you’re, I’m…”
“What!”
“But, you’re dead…. and…what…does this mean I’m dead…. or…. what…. WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!”
“Why did I even come?”
“What do you mean ‘come’? Did you like, come from heaven or something or wherever spirits go when they die?” Zoro asked in hysterics. “ Or did you…”
“Zoro, SHUT UP!” “Where I came from was farther back in woods. This is ‘Kokkoro Island’, it’s where spirits with the hope of seeing people they know end up, or if they just want to stay earth.
“I don’t here anyone outside.”
“A precious few are able to stay, they don’t have the will power.”
“So, what are you doing here, I mean, why did you come?
“Cause I wanted to make sure you were making leeway with our dream.”
“I am, I just have to beat Mihawk, and then I’m the best.”
“Just have to beat Mihawk?”
“Yeah, he’s my last opponent, I’ve already lost to him once, but I won’t lose again.”
“Don’t count on it, remember how many times you lost to me saying you won’t lose again?”
“Yes…but I’m stronger now.”
Zoro was so astonished, and wrapped up in the conversation, that he didn’t even here the scream come for the direction of where he last saw Nami.

What drew Nami to the cottage that she had chosen was the strong smell of tangerines along the path as she hurried to beat the rain.
When she came to the cottage, she found six, large potted tangerine trees surrounding it, this confirmed her stay.
Nami easily fell asleep, the large comfy bed was almost like the one she used to sleep on in Kokoyashi village.
“Nami…Naaaaami…come on, wake up sweetheart.” The speaker then began to lightly shake Nami.
“Hmm!” Nami turned over startled, there, leaning over her, was her foster mother Bellemaire…