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[Robin's voice is a bit slow, her words perhaps a little slurred, like someone coming out of anesthetics.]

Real, this time? Touches like pages. They go swish too. And sounds. Voices. Need them.

Water!

[There's a bit of indistinct shuffling around, then some small splashes as Robin drinks from her hands. She takes a moment to breathe, already beginning to feel her head clear. Her speech at least clears up significantly.]

The last I can remember clearly was... a rogue wave. Came out of nowhere, straight at the ship and then... here. Scorpion... something. Scorpion's Reef? Mm, that sounds right. Their sting doesn't kill so that's good, but it's how loose in a- wait. That word doesn't make sense. Word for seeing things that aren't there. Hear and smell and touch them too. Movement and colors. All there.

Not dreams.

Need to get off the island but there's no more boat. And I can't swim.

[She giggles.]

Ridiculous. Pirates that can't swim. But it's true. No swimming for me. Maybe I used to, but I don't remember. Someone said the sea is jealous. I have something it wants. I say, if it wants to keep it then it shouldn't spit out fruit for me to eat. It's quite rude to give a gift then demand it back. Bugs swim better than me. Scorpions. I think they're leaving me alone now. Perhaps I'm boring to them. But the sea will always want me in its depths.

Who am I talking to? Is someone there?

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Chef.

Mind if I help speed things up a bit? The rest of the Spades will have to make their own decisions for a bit. Some things come first.

[On his way to find Luffy by now, yelling at the rest of the crew as he goes to get ready to set sail. He almost misses Marco's comment, but the familiar voice draws his attention back and he pauses.]

Ah, Marco? Yeah, 'course, if there's something you can do! With good wind and Celestia-san's help, we can probably make it to Robin-chan in about two days. [Which still isn't fast enough.] Can you do better?

I have a shortcut, but it'll require someone of about Ace's strength and build. And just as reckless as Ace.

And experimenting to see how big of something I can get to fit through the nav.

[Spoilers: it involves popping Ace's makeshift skiff through and then powering it via frantic phoenix flapping.]

[Insane? Yes.]

[THIS IS ONE PIECE!]

And food. An someone who can still make sure your ship navigates correctly, and the person of Ace's size will have to be ready to deal with a lot of scorpions or wait quietly.

Shit Marco jus' tell 'em y' wanna shove Ace's skiff through the Nav, dumbass.

I also need a human to balance it.

[Namur... THERE IS NO PART OF THIS WHICH IS A GOOD PLAN. GO TELL ON HIM TO THATCH.]

No.

You're not the boss of me.

[Oh wait. He is.]

I'm going anyway.

[SO THERE.]

Suit yourself but if you die I'm not talking to you ever again.

[Sings softly, and in a horribly nasally fake falsetto:]

It's my right t' be hellish
I still get jealouuuus!

[Also he's probably the one stuck carrying the dumb skiff around until someone decides one way or the other. At least it ain't the shitty Dipper Marco wants to send through, so life could be worse.]

[Right. He is going to kick your ass. Come here you overbaked excuse for a cod fish]

[Sheheheheheh!!!!]

[..... actually though there's not a hell of a lot he can do about it while he's holding a shitty skiff on his shoulder, come on, Marco, in or out man, there's fights to be had.]

[while you guys are waiting Thatch is gonna go up behind Namur and give him a dorsal noogie]

[Sad chirps and peeps!]

But my love is surrounded by scorpions and might die and she's already exhausted! You've done stupider for less!

[Helps Namur. NAMUR IS A GOOD BRO.]

[.......Well that sure is a lot of helpful Spades jibber-jabber all of a sudden. Sanji keeps his journal open, but he sounds somewhat distracted now. Because whether or not Marco will be able to help, they're still getting Merrily ready to sail.]

You wanna take that shitty skiff? Can you power it the same as he could? I mean, hell, I can do food no problem, but if I come with you and then Merrily overtakes us, I'm kicking your ass.

No. I can't power it the same, or I wouldn't need help. I need my wings, but I need a person to balance it.

Can you hold your stance on a surfboard?

I meant can you make it go as fast, even with help... There ain't nothing wrong with my balance, though, so there's that.

[A beat.]

Not that I've ever been on a surfboard.

So long as you can swim and pull me out so Thatch doesn't drag us through hell, eh?

You're a little smaller than Ace, so that should be easier, so long as it can still balance.

[Head's up Sanji: Skiff popping through the Nav along with Marco jumping in after it.]

[AND SUDDENLY THERE'S A SKIFF ON THEIR SHIP.

Sanji has to hop back out of the way, and then he just kind of eyes it for a minute before snapping the journal shut. Welp! This is happening.

He looks up just in time to see Marco come through.]

Don't worry, I got plenty of practice fishing idiots outta the water. I'll keep Thatch off our backs.

Excellent.

If I'm rocking you too much or you can tell of danger ahead, you can just speak to me normally, but I'll be stuck relegated to mostly chirps and whistles.

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