The weeks that followed were some of the happiest I'd experienced since awakening in this world. With our relationship now acknowledged, Nami and I settled into a comfortable rhythm that balanced our ongoing preparations with moments of simple joy.
My wish power had accumulated enough energy for several medium-sized projects, and I devoted myself to creating a series of gadgets inspired by a character from my past life—a robotic cat with a dimensional pocket full of futuristic tools. While I couldn't replicate the dimensional physics exactly, my Devilukean knowledge combined with wish enhancement allowed me to create functional approximations.
"What's this one do?" Nami asked one morning, picking up a small metal disk I'd just finished painting into existence.
"Translation earpiece," I explained. "It'll allow instant understanding of any language we encounter on the Grand Line."
She slipped it into her ear, raising an eyebrow. "I don't feel any different."
"That's because we're already speaking the same language," I chuckled. "But trust me, when we meet someone from Wano or Skypeia, you'll appreciate it."
My most ambitious creation was the Anywhere Door—a portable teleportation device disguised as an ordinary doorframe that could fold down to the size of a notebook. Unlike the original inspiration which could travel anywhere, mine was limited to locations I'd personally visited and mapped with Red Queen's sensors.
"So we could go back to Cocoyashi Village instantly?" Nami asked, watching me assemble the final components.
"Or Loguetown, or any island we've explored these past months," I confirmed. "The energy cost increases with distance, but it gives us an escape option if we're ever in real danger."
Other creations followed: a Shrinking Cape that could temporarily reduce the size of whatever it covered; a Time-Telling Turtle that could predict weather patterns with near-perfect accuracy; even a Gravity Belt that complemented the bracelet I'd given Luffy, allowing the wearer to adjust their personal gravity for training or emergency flight.
Each creation delighted Nami, who began incorporating them into her own combat style during our training sessions. Her ability to adapt to new tools impressed me—whether wielding her staff augmented by my tech or using the Shrinking Cape to outmaneuver opponents, she was becoming a formidable fighter even without monster-level strength.
One month into our gadget-creation spree, we found ourselves on a remote island with a perfect natural harbor—a good place to anchor while I worked on a particularly complex project.
"You've been at that for three days," Nami observed, bringing me a cup of coffee as I hunched over my workbench. "Must be something special."
I nodded, holding up what appeared to be an ordinary pen. "Replication Pen. Draw anything, and it creates a perfect functional copy that lasts for twenty-four hours."
Her eyes widened at the implications. "Anything?"
"Non-living objects only, and size limitations apply," I qualified. "But yes—weapons, tools, even berries if we were desperate. Though I wouldn't recommend spending those—they'd disappear while in someone's possession, which might cause problems."
She grinned. "You're basically a one-man shipwright, navigator, and armory at this point."
"Don't sell yourself short," I countered. "Your navigation skills are what's really getting us through East Blue safely."
That evening, as we sat on the deck watching stars emerge, Nami's head resting comfortably on my shoulder, I made a decision. We'd been together for months now, and while I'd shown her pieces of my truth, there was still one revelation I'd been withholding.
"Nami," I said softly, "would you like to see my ship? My real ship."
She sat up, eyes wide. "The one from your painting? It's here?"
I nodded. "In high orbit, cloaked. Only Red Queen maintains it now."
Without hesitation, she nodded. "Show me."
I retrieved the teleportation device from my storage ring, setting coordinates I hadn't used since arriving in this world. With a soft hum, a doorway of light appeared on the deck.
"After you," I said, extending my hand.
Nami took it without hesitation, and together we stepped through the portal onto the bridge of the Star Raven. The advanced technology of my Devilukean ship surrounded us—holographic displays, self-illuminating surfaces, and the vast viewscreen showing the curve of the planet below.
"Welcome aboard, Navigator Nami," came Red Queen's voice as her holographic form materialized. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."
Nami stood speechless, moving slowly to the viewscreen to stare at the planet—her home—from space. The blue sphere hung against the blackness, white cloud patterns swirling across its surface, the Red Line visible as a distinct band across the globe.
"It's..." she began, but words seemed to fail her.
"I know," I said, standing beside her. "The first time I saw a world from orbit, I felt the same way."
For hours, I showed her around the ship—the living quarters where I'd spent that first lonely month, the training room where I'd honed my abilities, the nano-forge bay that had inspired my portable version. Throughout the tour, Red Queen provided historical context about Devilukean technology and the wonders of the galaxy I'd once traveled.
"There are thousands of inhabited worlds," I explained as we sat in the observation lounge, the stars unfiltered by atmosphere shining with impossible clarity. "Civilizations that have existed for millennia, species so different from humans you can barely comprehend their thought processes."
"And somehow, you ended up here," Nami mused, her hand finding mine.
"Somehow," I agreed, though I carefully avoided mentioning my past knowledge of this world as fiction.
When we returned to our ship below, something had changed in Nami's perception of me—and perhaps in my own self-understanding. I wasn't just playing a role in a world I'd once read about; I was creating a new story entirely.
The weeks that followed were filled with a deeper intimacy as the barriers between us fell away completely. We trained together, explored together, and at night, loved each other with the awareness that what we shared was unique across all possible worlds.
One evening, as we lay together in the small cabin of our ship, Nami traced the line of my tail—the distinctly Devilukean appendage I no longer bothered to hide around her.
"Does it hurt?" she asked. "Being so far from your people?"
I considered the question carefully. "Sometimes," I admitted. "But I've never really belonged anywhere. Even among Devilukeans, I was different. Here, with you and Luffy... I feel like I've found something I never had before."
"A home?" she suggested.
"A purpose," I corrected, then smiled. "Though home works too."
As our six months drew to a close, we began making preparations to reunite with Luffy. Our treasure hunting had been enormously successful—Nami's personal fortune now exceeded 700 million berries, an amount that would have seemed impossible during her days working for Arlong.
More importantly, we'd grown stronger. My training had pushed my physical capabilities to new heights, while Nami's combat skills had developed alongside her mastery of my various gadgets. Together, we'd become a formidable team—one ready to face the challenges of the Grand Line.
The night before our departure for Loguetown, I checked my status panel through Red Queen's monitoring system. My wish power had recharged significantly, and my physical parameters now approached what I'd need to survive the wilder regions of the Grand Line. Luffy would still outclass me in raw strength, but my versatility and technical knowledge would compensate.
"Ready for tomorrow?" Nami asked, joining me on deck.
"More than ready," I replied, wrapping my arm around her waist. "Our future pirate captain has had his six months. Time to see what he's made of."
She leaned against me, watching the stars—stars I'd shown her from above. "Do you think he's changed much?"
I laughed. "It's Luffy. He's probably exactly the same, just stronger and hungrier."
As we stood there, I couldn't help but reflect on how far we'd come from that first meeting in Loguetown. The timeline had shifted dramatically from what I remembered, but somehow, it felt right. Whatever challenges awaited us on the Grand Line, we would face them together—navigator, captain, and alien—a crew unlike any this world had seen before.
"Six months ago, I was lost," Nami said suddenly. "Trapped in a nightmare I couldn't escape. Now look at us."
I pulled her closer. "And this is just the beginning."
Tomorrow, we would meet Luffy and officially form the crew that would someday shake the foundations of this world. The journey to One Piece would begin anew, with different players and altered stakes—but the heart of the adventure remained unchanged.
Freedom. Dreams. And nakama worth fighting for.
I kissed the top of Nami's head, the night breeze carrying the promise of adventure. "Just the beginning," I repeated softly, knowing that in this Unknow story, even I couldn't predict what came next.
And that, perhaps, was the greatest adventure of all.