Nami and Robin had helped you get situated in your space. You were sharing a room with them, and Franky had made you a very comfortable bed. You got your gifts moved into the room and even had a little nightstand by your bed that you could do with as you pleased.

After dinner you had spent a couple hours letting Robin and Nami provide you with clothes. You had enough to keep you going for a long while, and Usopp even offered to stitch things together for you to make something custom if you wanted. But at least this way you wouldn't be wandering around in pajamas all day.

You slept well enough that night and found yourself up just before daybreak. Leaving Nami and Robin to their sleep, you put on what you had deemed your training clothes and went out onto the deck to begin what you hoped would become your usual routine.

Working through your sword forms, you practiced and focused on trying to coat your blade with armament haki as Jinbei had instructed you. If you couldn't get the hang of it while moving you were going to focus on it after you were done, as a sort of meditative cooldown. As you moved you saw the cook cross the deck and head into the kitchen to start breakfast. He took note of you, but didn't interrupt, and you only noticed him because you were trying to encompass the ship with observation haki.

Working two at once was maybe ill-advised, but it was better to strain yourself in training than to find yourself struggling later. What little you knew of this world was danger and conflict. Which wasn't too dissimilar from your own world, except that you had grown up with those specific dangers and conflicts and knew what to expect.

Here their swordsmen were demons, and their magicians were difficult to spot.

By the time you're done the sun is mostly above the horizon and the rest of the ship seems to be waking up. You clean up a little and join everyone for breakfast – it's a little less intense than dinner was, as it seems some of the crew aren't exactly morning people, but it's still quite lively.

After breakfast you sat by the helm while Jinbei guided the ship on Nami's guidance and listened as the older man spoke of this world. He spoke of the fishmen and their lands under the waves, he spoke of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons. He spoke of slaves and marines and pirates and citizens, and the different islands and their governments that – on paper at least – worked alongside the World Government.

He told you about the CP organizations, and the revolutionaries. He spoke of his experiences, and the end goal of descended upon the Grandline Metro and finding the One Piece – to name Luffy the King of Pirates and maybe even change the world for the better.

"If this One Piece is known to exist within such a small location, how has it not been found?" You ask when there's a break in Jinbei's explanation.

"As I understand it, it is a bit like finding a specific drop of water in the ocean. If you don't know you're looking for that specific drop, you could pass by it a hundred times and never find it."

"Specifying a single drop of water in the ocean sounds like trying to match snowflakes – sounds impossible." You admit. "Luffy believes he can do this?"

"He does, and he will." Jinbei says with such assurance that you're reminded of Luffy's proclamation yesterday during the meal.

"Hm."

"Does all of that help?"

"It does." You say, standing up and stretching. "I have seen parts of this world already, and I'm sure I'll see more, but this is enough I should be able to avoid making a fool of myself. Usopp drew me a picture of what Marines can look like, so I understand the uniform."

"Forgive me, but it seems something is still heavy on your mind." Jinbei says, his eyes are on the horizon, but you get the feeling he's focused more on you than what he's looking at.

"I... hm." You consider things for a moment and then sigh. "Forgive me, this may sound rude in the face of everything, but I don't understand why you're all helping me – And, I mean, I get that your Captain has decided, but I don't understand why from him."

"Do people require a reason to extend assistance in your world?"

"With few exceptions, yes." You reply as Jinbei looks at you fully. "Political intrigue, kingdom connections, family ties, wars, feuds, mercantile dealings, even the Knightage all have parameters that guide their decisions. Someone like my lord has power enough to follow his whims, but such is a rarity."

"Then, perhaps it will help to consider Luffy as being powerful like your lord."

"But... He has no land. You are all monstrously capable, but you are a mere nine vassals. Even your ship is – grand and beautiful, yes, but this is no fleet." Your tone is one of confusion, not one of derision. "You are, yourselves, a drop of water within a vast ocean. What foundation is it that you stand upon? Do you have a castle in this Metropolis?"

Jinbei laughs. "Hardly! This ship is hearth and home for this crew." He explains, laughing harder as your face goes slack. "You'll see. We'll be at the next island tomorrow, and I'm sure that whatever happens, it will help you understand. Not just this world, but this crew and its strength as well."

You bow, "Thank you for your time and wisdom, Master Jinbei. I think I need to use my body after spending so long filling my brain."

"You're welcome, Miss (Y/N)." He says, giving you a small bow in return. "It has been my pleasure."

You leave from the helm and consider training more with your sword and your Haki, but the Haki part of that equation required a lot of focus still. You needed a break from thinking, and normally that would be mean running laps or sparring with a fellow knight, but neither option was readily available on a ship. In looking around to consider what to do, you looked up and realized that there was one place on the ship you hadn't been.

Climbing the rigging was exactly the kind of physical activity you were looking for, and the Crow's Nest on this ship was far more unique than anything you had ever seen before. You got to the crossbar of the sails and climbed the ladder into the crow's nest itself.

You gave a knock on the trap door before you opened it and clamored the rest of the way into the space. You were grateful that you had pulled yourself entirely into the area before you looked around or you might've fallen to the deck and died from shock.

Zoro was in the crow's nest, in nothing but pants, exercising with weights. It wasn't his lack of clothing, or the weights themselves that nearly broke your brain, it was the combination of the two. The weights looked, and sounded, entirely too heavy, and you weren't sure how long it was going to take for you to adjust to the clothing styles of this world. People in this world seemed allergic to wearing layers. The Skeleton was the only one who wore an appropriate amount of clothing, and he was also the only one who could bandy about naked if he wanted without concern.

"What're you doing up here?" Zoro asks after he sets the weights down and turns toward you.

"I... uh... I..." You shook your head. You had caught a glimpse of the scar across his chest before now but seeing it in its entirety was something else. Luffy had a scar on his chest as well that made you wonder what threats these men had faced down to earn such marks. "Master Jinbei had filled my head full of knowledge, so I was hoping to give it a break and exercise. I realize I hadn't come up here yet, so I am, I guess, sating my curiosity. If this is a personal space for you, I can leave."

"It's fine."

"Pardon my intrusion then." You say, walking around the room while Zoro sits on the bench and takes a break.

You poke around the crow's nest, and even try lifting some of the weights. The measures are in numbers you recognize, but the designation symbols by the are foreign to you, but it hardly matters, you can barely lift the smaller ones a few inches off the floor.

"How much do you weigh?" You ask him, looking up from the barbell you've been trying to decipher.

"Eh?"

"We measure weight back in my world is in units called stones. You have... markings on this plate that I don't recognize. You look like you're... 14 or 15 stones, but I don't understand that in terms of this... kay-gee marking."

"Oh. Ninety kilograms." He answers.

You look back down at the plate and realize it says 225kg, and there is an identical plate on the other end of the bar. That's 70 stones. It's a bit more than five times than man's own weight. It was nearly nine times your own weight – which was small wonder why you could barely lift it.

"Are you truly not part demon?" You half question him, half mutter to yourself. You do the math in your head, despite meaning to take a break from thinking and nearly feel your legs buckle as you start to comprehend the weight he is lifting.

"Who else can use these weights?"

"... Franky. Maybe Jinbei."

Franky, as you've learned, is a cyborg, which – according to him – means he is partially human and partially a machine. He's more construct or golem as you've come to understand what he means by it. Jinbei is, strictly, not human as you understand how this world works, and fishmen are stronger than humans on average. You snort at the short list and shake your head.

"I bet the kind doctor has a form that could lift these as well," you murmur.

Zoro grunts. "Chopper has a form that could lift the Sunny if needed."

You look over at him in surprise and are more surprised to see he's being serious. You don't really know what to do with that information. Every time you think you've gotten a grip on the capacity of this crew some new information comes in and shatters it.

"Well, er – thank you for your time." You say a little more hastily than you mean to, heading to the ladder to begin descending.

"Thought you wanted to exercise."

You flinch, but you don't turn to face him this time. "I... just don't want to get in the way of your routine Master Roronoa," you say, and quickly add. "Besides, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get used to climbing around the rigging as a form of exercise!" You manage to scramble out of the room in the time it takes you to say all that and lean against the mast for a moment to calm yourself before you do anything else.

It was the first time you had interacted with him where you didn't see him as a demon. He was relaxed and at peace and didn't have that heavy aura around him, and he was naked – partially naked. Mostly naked. It wasn't like you hadn't seen some of your fellow knights shirtless before, but only when such was expected.

You were going to have to adjust to how people dressed in this world, or perhaps, how they didn't dress.

Letting out a deep breath you start down the rigging back to the deck of the ship. Climbing around the rigging was good exercise, and good practice. There was at least one thing in this world that mirrored your own, and that was the style of knots used for the rigging on the ship. Knots that held tight, but that were easy to release if needed.

As a knight of a winter-locked land, you didn't sail often, but you were educated and practiced in it. This way you could aid the sailors instead of hindering them if things went wrong. Coming down the rails again for the dozenth time, you leaned into the rigging and looked out over the water.

Remembering your world made your heart heavy.

You notice something in the sky that looked like a bird, but wasn't quite right. Turning to look around you noticed the sniper was working on something out on the deck nearby.

"Hey, Master Usopp," you call out to get his attention and point at the weird bird. "What's that?"

"Oh, it's a News Coo." He explains, waving his hands and beckoning the bird to descend.

You have to grab onto the rigging to stop from falling as you see a strange bird – some mix between gull and albatross – with a sack of newspapers strapped to it land nearby. Usopp puts a coin in one pouch and takes a paper. He also provides a small snack for the creature which seems to be appreciated.

"It's like a carrier pigeon, or messenger hawk." You finally manage to say as the News Coo ascends back into the air.

"Your world has something similar?" Usopp prompts.

"Yes. On a smaller scale, but similar. Messenger hawks couldn't deliver papers like that, but they can relay personal messages." You explain, coming down onto the deck to look at the paper. You were relieved to see that you not only recognized the alphabet being used, but you could read and comprehend it.

Usopp had it open and was flipping through the first few pages when he came to a stop. Looking over at you he looked back to the page and then looked back to you.

"Oh no." He pulls the single page out and hands it over to you. "Sorry, (Y/N)."

"Sorry? For wha-." You stop as you look at the page in your hands. It's more of a poster, with an accurate drawing of your face in the middle of the page. There was other information around it, but it didn't include your name. You understood the concept of the page immediately but were left with another issue – the symbol by the long series of numbers didn't make sense to you.

"I am... wanted alive." You felt a little relieved by that and pointed to the number on the bottom of the page. "What does this mean?"

"Belly," Usopp explains. "It's a world-wide currency."

"And, this number? Is it significantly high?" You ask, pointing to the number on your poster.

Usopp nods. "It's below the average for the crew on the ship, but it's significantly high."

"... Master Usopp, what are the bounties of this crew? Is it rude of me to ask?"

Usopp laughs. "Not at all, any good pirate is proud of their bounty!" He assures you, even though his laugh sounds a little shaky. Luffy's is the highest at 1.5 billion belly, Zoro's is 320 million, Sanji's is 330 million," He begins, counting off on his fingers. "Nami's is 66 million, Robin's is 130 million, Franky's is 94 million, Brook's 83 million, and Jinbe's is 438 million – he used to be a government affiliated pirate, but when he joined us his bounty went up."

"And yours?" You prompt, a small smile on your lips.

Usopp seems to pale, but his smile doesn't fade. "2-200 million." He admits, doing his best to sound proud of it and not terrified by it.

"My apologies then." You say flatly, reading your 250 million belly bounty on the poster.

"Oh, hahaha! Ah, d-don't worry about that." He laughs nervously and looks at you a little sheepishly. "Are you okay though? I mean, that's uh – we're not newbie pirates, when we started making our own way Luffy had a whole 30 million belly on his head, and no one knew our names. We've had time to adjust to this sort of thing."

"I... spoke of treason when I arrived here. I imagine this is gentle in the face of that."

"T-treason?!" Usopp exclaimed and then looked at you curiously. "Treason against who?"

"Something called the Empty Throne." You say, "I was not in control of my words when I arrived, Master Usopp, I was speaking a prophecy."

Usopp's face went so pale he seemed to turn blue. After a small flurry of concern between you and him, he called the crew together and you recounted what you could remember of your arrival here. From the uncomfortably manicured lawn and man to the words you had repeated even as the last vestiges of your winter magic had sent you away from the Red Line.

"The empty throne is called such because no one is supposed to sit in it," Robin explains. "The idea is that no one person rules this world, and at best the five elders collectively decide world-wide events."

"But if your prophecy is to be believed, someone does sit on the empty throne," Brook said solemnly. "I remember songs and poems about the empty throne, but even decades ago it was considered merely symbolic."

"Whether someone does or doesn't actually sit there, this explains why this was in today's paper." Usopp adds, putting your wanted poster on the table.

"I'm surprised we didn't see one yesterday." Sanji states. "Considering what we know."

"They probably weren't sure if she was dead or alive." Jinbei says. "If they released a wanted poster for a corpse there would be problems. Debating what to do is likely what delayed it."

"Only alive." Zoro says and there's a deeper scowl on his face than usual.

"But that's good, right?" You ask. "Capture is difficult compared to killing. My chances are better, aren't they?"

There's a tense silence and then suddenly numerous arms sprout from your body and hold you tight. You grunt against the sudden movement, but you didn't feel any hostility, and aren't alarmed.

"Some Devil Fruits are well suited to capture." Robin says as her hands turn to flower petals and release you.

"... This world is dangerous." You admit, feeling a heavy weight in your stomach. "Oh, but haki can overcome Devil Fruits, yes?"

"If you're strong enough in it, yes." Jinbei replies. "So you can improve your odds by continuing to cultivate your haki."

"Until then I suppose I should do my best to not get separated from the rest of you."