Ok, this is going to be a multi-part picture. Unfortunately I've been working on this piece for the past 12 hours and really need some sleep. So I'm just going to post this first one and the rest probably tomorrow.

Oh, there's also a fic that goes with this (which I haven't finished):

The morning they disappeared, the remaining crew of the Mugiwara Pirates simply thought they were victims of a childish prank. When the Thousand Sunny’s navigator, historian, and doctor failed to show up for breakfast, the males investigated their quarters and found their bunks empty. Thinking that the missing trio must be giddily hiding somewhere on the ship and feeling so proud of themselves, they decided to wait until they are bored of their own antics and show up on their own. It wasn’t until the blazing noon sun torched the planks that the crew realized something was amiss. They searched throughout the ship, and when that turned out fruitless, they began fearing for the worst.

Maybe they had fallen into the sea and drowned? After all, there are two devil-fruit users who couldn’t swim. But why would they go into the ocean in the first place? Perhaps a freak wave had washed them off the boat? But the sea had been calm and almost wave-less throughout the whole night before. Maybe marines or other pirates had boarded Sunny secretly during the night and snatched them away in their sleep? Maybe a sea king had broken through the surface and devoured them whole? Maybe? Maybe? Each prediction did little to solve their problem, but rather threw them further into frenzy.

It wasn’t until Usopp, the ship’s marksman, found The Mini Merry II missing from its Dock System compartment, that they had their first clue. It seems that the trio had boarded the tiny boat and took sail before anyone else had woken up. But to what reason, that remained a mystery. There was simply nowhere to go. The only thing the men could do was to pray and hope they return to the ship soon and safely

They anchored at the same spot for nearly two months. During which time Franky combed the sea floor in his shark-shaped mini-submarine, and the others took rounds tirelessly surveying the open sea, wishing to spot even just a tiny speck of hope on the horizon. When their food and water supply began to run dangerously low, the crew decided they could wait no more for news of their crewmates. They mourned for the souls of their lost comrades, raised anchor, and headed for the nearest land.

The journey to the next island proved to be treacherous without their seasoned navigator’s expertise. When she disappeared, Nami also took the only log pose with her. After wandering aimlessly in the ocean for two weeks, the battered crew of the Thousand Sunny managed to land port at the small city. They decided they would stay there for as long as it would take to recover their broken spirit, and possibly to find a new doctor, navigator, and historian before they would carry on their way.

Four days after their arrival, however, the flapping of a Carrier Gull carried tremendous news and, for the first time in almost three months, a sigh of relief for the Sunny’s crew.

“A letter! It’s a letter from Nami!” cried Franky the Carpenter who had received the small envelope from the Carrier Gull.

The men crowded around the towering cyborg as he tore through the envelope, hungering for report from their missing comrades. Maybe the trio had run out of fuel while on board their tiny boat and, like them, had been set adrift in the vast ocean for months until they reached land! They are going to give their location, and as soon as they finish refueling the Thousand Sunny, they were going to sail to them and retrieve. Everyone will be reunited once more, and they will carry on their adventure like they always do…

But as they read the contents of the letter, the excited grins of the men vanished from their faces, and they looked at one another in harrowing disbelief.
“What is this!? This can’t be true! Let me see that!” screamed Sanji the cook as he grasped the letter from Franky’s hands. Just then, from the torn envelope, a photograph fluttered down onto the ground, and the men’s hearts collectively skipped a beat as their worst suspicions were confirmed.
From the photograph, as if unaware or uncaring for the men’s suffering over the past months, Nami the navigator and Nico Robin the historian smiled sheepishly back at the men’s unblinking eyes. They were bare from head to toes, both acrobatically holding on leg high over their heads as they stand, fully exposing their most private parts.

Not one man on board the Thousand Sunny could ever deny that they hadn’t fantasized about how the two women looked underneath their clothes, but none of them could ever imagine that they would be revealed to their deepest curiosity in such a manner. Nami’s lips, as with her nipples and anus, are in a shade of healthy pink, fitting of a blossoming young woman. Whereas Robin’s are in a gradient of mature light brown. Nami was clean-shaved, and while Robin had a thin coat of hair, it was neatly trimmed. Their breasts that always appear to be near-bursting from their clothes, now out of their confines and hanging freely, seem to be even larger than how the men imagined them to be. Their nipples stood rock hard, their pussies glittered from their own secretion, and a trail of white substance trickled out of their vaginas.

Behind them, also boasting the same sheepish smile and brandishing double V-shaped peace signs, was Tony Tony Chopper, Thousand Sunny’s own doctor. The men did not realize it at first, but Chopper was also naked. He stood between the girls, in his hulking heavy-point form, with his 12-inch penis dangling between his thighs. Heavily lined with thick veins, it seemed to reek with raw masculinity. His penis was coated in the same glittering secretion as the girls, hinting at their dirty deeds shortly before this photograph was taken.

The crew stared speechlessly at the photograph, then they stared at each other, then again at the photo. Then they went back to the unfinished letter. It read:

"Dear Everyone...
(to be continued..)