WARNING: This story does contain an OC (Original Character) along with an OCxCanon Character (Sanji). If this is NOT to your liking, leave now and forever hold your peace, please.

If you're all right with OCs, then, please, continue reading if you wish.


It was a stormy day and the Straw Hats had found themselves stuck in Ringo, a country that was known for its tropical fruits and fish. Sadly, the paradise that was meant for chefs was left unexplored by the blond chef of the Straw Hats, much to his disappointment. But he wasn't the only one disappointed at the moment.

"Looks like we're going to be stuck her awhile," Nami sighed, looking out the window at the rain falling down outside.

"It isn't so bad, Nami-san," Brook said, setting down his tea cup. "At least we got stuck somewhere where we can have fun."

Nami looked back over her shoulder, watching Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp root for Zoro as he faced another man in arm wrestling. As soon as Zoro slammed his opponents hand into the table, everyone began cheering loudly.

"At least they're enjoying themselves," Robin chuckled, setting down her empty glass.

"Would you care for another drink, Robin-chan?" Sanji questioned, picking up the glass.

Robin smiled at the chef. "Water would be nice, thank you."

"Oh it's nothing!" Sanji replied, swooning as he walked away towards the bar. Behind the bar counter was a woman (or so he could tell from her curves) with her back towards everyone as she cleaned glasses and stacked them on the shelves.

"Excuse me, Madam," Sanji called, setting the empty glass on the counter, "can I get-" he cut off when he finally got a good look at the woman before him. She was lovely. The woman was most likely Nami's height and age. She had black hair that was tide back into a messy bun with a few loose strands in front of her face from her bangs that has been pushed back. Her deep sea-green eyes were very noticeable along with her pale lips holding a lit cigarette and the cross earrings gracing her earlobes. On the other hand, her clothes were a bit plainer: blue jeans and a dark red flannel that was tide just under her breasts, allowing her stomach to be seen.

"Something you need?" the woman asked the stunned man (whose nose was just beginning to bleed).

"Yo, Zetsumei!"

The woman looked past Sanji and over to the group of men having their arm wrestling contest. "What?! Can't you see I'm dealing with something! I have a business to run here!"

"Oh come on!" a large man laughed, nudging his friend in the side. "This guy here needs to face the 'Golden Champion'!"

Zoro smirked. "Golden Champion? Sound fun, I'll take him on."

"This guy won't even stand a chance against Zoro!" Chopper chimed. Luffy and Usopp both nodded in agreement.

The woman, named Zetsumei, chuckled, setting down the glass and rag that she had in her hands. "Fine, fine." The woman walked around the counter, telling Sanji to wait a bit before she could get to him (which he didn't mind). The only thing Sanji really found odd was the metallic noise her heard when the woman walked.

"Okay," Zetsumei said, stretching and sitting down in the chair, "let's get this over with." She then rested her elbow on the table and held out her hand.

At first, the four Straw Hats were surprised, but soon Zoro (while the others remained shocked) smirked and joined hands with her.

"I have no complaints," Zoro said.

"Fair warning, Kid," a man laughed, resting a hand on Zoro's shoulder. "Zets has broken a few hands."

"We don't call her the golden champion for nothin'," another laughed.

Zoro chuckled confidently. "I don't think this is going to take long."

Zetsumei scoffed at him. "You're quite confident. Tell ya what, if you can beat me, than you and your crew won't have to pay for anything."

"Wait," Usopp said, "our meal would be free?" He got a nod in reply.

"Awesome!" Luffy chimed. "That means more meat!"

"And more booze," Zoro laughed.

"You're not drinking this place dry!" Sanji shouted, finally snapping out of his trance. "And no more meat, Luffy! You've already eaten enough!"

"Oh come on!" Luffy whined.

"Can we just get this over with?" Zetsumei asked. "I have a bar to run."

A nearby man began counting down and right on the word 'go' both Zetsumei and Zoro began trying to slam each other's hand onto the table. Strangely, neither looked like they had moved. Their strength was equal, for the time being.

"Wow…" Chopper, Usopp, and Luffy shouted, watching as Zoro and Zetsumei struggled to decide a winner.

"I would expect no less from the Roronoa Zoro," Zetsumei groaned, trying her best to slam his hand against the table. Sadly, she having much more trouble than she anticipated, even with her power.

"I'm surprised how strong you are," Zoro said, smirking. "But you're still far too-" Zoro cut off when his arm began bending back the other way.

"What was that?" Zetsumei said, laughing.

The match was suddenly put on hold when the doors to the bar suddenly slammed open.

Zetsumei jumped to her feet, leaving the Straw Hats wondering what was going on.

"There's the beauty I've been looking for!" the man that walked in chimed: a middle aged man who had short brown hair and stubble on his chin. He wore a navy blue jacket that rested on his shoulder and gray shirt. Ripped black jeans dressed his legs with recently polished boots gracing his feet. This man was Retek.

"Zetsumei, dear," Retek said, skipping up to the woman, "how have you been?"

"Why are you here?" Zetsumei growled, not even taking Retek's question into consideration. "As you can see, I'm kind of busy with customers."

"Right, right," Retek said, nodding, "I know how busy you can be running your father's bar and everything, but"-Retek put his on Zetsumei's shoulder-"I just came to get the money you owe me."

Zetsumei shrugged off Retek's hand and glared. "I already paid you all the money I owe you." Pretty soon, every man in the bar pulled out a weapon, shocking Luffy and the others (and making a few cower). "Now, get out."

"Whoa there chick-a-dee," Retek said, holding up his hands like he was offended. "No need to be so violent."

"After what you did last time?" Zetsumei snapped. "There's no way I'm letting you get any more money out of me."

"I don't think you have a choice, Zetsumei," Retek said. "You keep forgetting about your debt, you know the one you got after your 'accident'?" Zetsumei's face paled. "Now, either pay up or-" before Retek could even grip Zetsumei's shoulder again, his hand was snatched by Sanji who stood between him and Zetsumei.

"I believe she asked you to leave," Sanji said, giving a rather terrifying glare.

Retek took his hand back and looked down at Sanji. "And who are you?"

"A gentleman who couldn't just stand by and watch a young woman get picked on by a bastard like you."

Retek snarled at Sanji's reply. He looked back to Zetsumei. "I'll be back tomorrow for my money." Retek gave one last glare to Sanji and then walked out, disappearing into the night's storm.