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The camera swings around, showing blurry images of the ocean and sky, until it finally slows and focuses on a young woman. She has bight orange, shoulder length hair and golden brown eyes. She is standing on the deck of a small ship, in front of a tiny grove of orange trees.
“Hello there! I’m Nami, navigator of the Straw Hat Pirates, and this is Entry 1 of the new Navigator’s Log! Why not Captain’s Log, you ask?”
“Because our captain is a fucking idiot.” A young man with bright green hair and gray eyes appears next to Nami, three katana bouncing at his waist. He looks quizzically at Nami, glancing at the camera. “Isn’t that the new snail you picked up in Lougetown?”
Nami smacks the newcomer on his head. “I just explained this, you moron! I’m filming a Navigator’s Log to record all our adventures and discoveries!” Nami turns back to the camera. “This dumbass is Roronoa Zoro, the swordsman of the crew. His job is to sit there and look pretty while the rest of us do actual work!”
“Hah, Marimo is hardly ‘looking pretty’, Nami~swan! Unlike yourself of course!” A blond-haired man wearing a fancy, well-fitted suit twirlsover, holding a tray with a delicious-looking parfait. Swanning next to Nami, he plants the tray in front of her. “Your parfait, Nami-swan!”
“Ah, thank you, Sanji-kun! Now, would you mind grabbing me some of that delicious orange syrup you make?”
The newly-named Sanji immediately perks up, blushing red. With a quick, “Of course! Anything for you, Nami-swan,” he slips away, but not before shooting Zoro another dirty look.
Nami sighs in delight as she took a bite from the parfait. “That was our chef, Sanji! His cooking skills are the best thing to ever happen to this crew, to be honest.”
“Hey, you seemed to think my meals were good,” Zoro cries indignantly. “We don’t need that stupid pervert!”
“Zoro, we haven’t let you cook anything since you gave us all food poisoning from that bad fish! And even before that, all you made were various types of rice balls!” Zoro and Nami turn to look at the newcomer, another young man, although with significantly less muscle than Zoro and a very long nose.
Zoro lets out a growl, causing the other teen to yelp and run behind the mast. “Oi! At least my cooking was better than Luffy’s! Back when it was just the two of us, he tried to serve us some random snails he found. I was shitting red for days.”
“Ew! You did not need to tell us that!” Nami smashes a fist into Zoro’s skull, forcing him to slink away in pain. “Anyway,” she turns back to the filming snail, “this is our cowardly lying sniper, Usopp. Don’t believe a word he says.”
“Hey! You ran away from those bandits just like I did! And I’ll have you know that I don’t tell lies. I tell stories! They all happened!”
Zoro glances at him suspiciously. “Seriously? What about your ‘fifty million subordinates’?”
Usopp sputters. "Well, I, uh, I’m working on it! I already have four!”
Nami rolls her eyes at him, then looks at the snail again, whispering loudly. “He’s delusional, thinks we’re his crew. Little does he know we only keep him around for comedic relief.”
“Why is this suddenly bully Usopp day?! If Kaya were here she’d be very disappointed in all of you! Now, I have some ammo to make. Don’t come crying to me when you need the help of the great Captain Usopp!” With that, Usopp slips away, out of the view of the snail.
Nami sighs. “Great. Now he’s going to be moping around all day. Or at least until Luffy involves him in the next idiotic scheme he comes up with.”
“Hah,” Zoro cackles. “You have to admit, their shenanigans make great entertainment.”
Rolling her eyes, Nami focuses once again on the snail in front of her. “Ugh, I guess so. Anyways, I guess that’s the rest of the crew introduced. Now we just need Luffy.”
“Nami! Zoro! Look at this awesome bug I found!” A blurry shape suddenly crashes into Zoro, sending both sprawling across the deck. “It’s so cool!!”
“Speak of the devil…” Nami mutters while Zoro wrestles with the new figure, eventually surfacing with the other clinging to his back.
The new person, a teen around the same age as Nami and Usopp, made younger by his bright, innocent eyes without a thought behind them, holding onto a tattered old straw hat with one hand. The other clenches around something, while the kid hugs Zoro with unnaturally long and bendy legs.
“Shishishi! This guy was crawling around Nami’s trees! It’s so creepy!” He opens his fist, revealing a hairy green spider the size of his palm. The spider was then unceremoniously plopped into Zoro’s hair. “Look! It’s the same color as Zoro!”
“Agh!” Nami shrieks. “Get that thing away from me!” She lunges away, shaking the camera snail and flinging it to the ground as Zoro, controlled by Luffy on his shoulders, leans toward her.
The screen goes black, the last sound heard another shrill scream sounding suspiciously like Sanji.