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ltwilliammowett · 4 months

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The anti seasick ship SS Bessemer Saloon Steamship

The SS Bessemer Saloon Steamship- SS Bessemer for short - was an experimental Victorian passenger side wheel steamer designed to counteract seasickness and operated between Dover and Calais. Her inventor was Sir Henry Bessemer.

Bessemer Saloon Steamer, 1874

In 1868, Bessemer, who suffered from severe seasickness, developed the idea of a ship whose passenger cabin - the saloon - was to be suspended on a gimbal and mechanically held horizontally, thus levelling out the swell and sparing the occupants from the ship's movements. Sounded too good to be true, but more on that later. He patented this ingenious idea in December 1869 and after successful trials with a model in which the levelling was carried out by hydraulics controlled by a helmsman observing a spirit level, Bessemer founded a limited company, the Bessemer Saloon Steamboat Company Limited, which was to operate steamships between England and France. Capital of 250,000 pounds was used to finance the construction of a ship, the SS Bessemer, whose chief designer was the naval architect Edward James Reed.

SS Bessemer, by Henry Spernon Tozer 1874

And so she was built by Earle's Shipbuilding in Hull. She bore the shipyard number 197 and was launched on 24 September 1874. As already mentioned, she was a paddle steamer with four buckets (two buckets each on port and starboard, one forward and one aft). She had a length of 106.68 m (350 feet), a width on deck of 12.19 m (40 feet), an outside width over the bucket boxes of 19.81 m (65 feet), a draught of 2.26 m (7 feet 5 inches) and a gross register tonnage of 1974 tonnes. What also characterised her was that she was completely identical fore and aft, she had two bridges and two wheels, which simply made her faster and more manoeuvrable in both directions. Her maximum speed was about 17.4 knots.

The inner saloon was a room 70 feet long (21 metres) and 30 feet wide (9.1 metres), with a ceiling 6.1 metres above the floor, Moroccan-covered seats, partitions and spiral columns of carved oak and gilded panels with hand-painted murals. The press liked to call it the floating clubhouse. However, the swinging saloon was only intended for first class passengers. The second class, on the other hand, did not enjoy this and had to make do with cabins on the sides of the hull.

Harper's Weekly Interior Pages showing the newly building ultra Luxury Bessemer Channel Steam-Ship, 1874

The disaster begins

On 21 October 1874, the Bessemer had her first misfortune. She had just arrived in Hull to be fitted out when she was driven ashore in a storm. She was refloated and found to be undamaged, which was not entirely true, as would later become apparent.

In March 1875, the ship sailed on a private trial voyage from Dover to Calais. During this voyage she is said to have steered well and even had a top speed of 18 knots. Her swinging saloon is also said to have worked excellently. However, things didn't go so smoothly because on arrival in Calais, a paddle wheel was damaged when she crashed into the pier because it didn't react to the rudder at slow speed.

The first and only public voyage took place on 8 May 1875, with the ship sailing with her revolving cabin locked (some observers suggested this was due to the ship's severe instability, but Bessemer attributed this to lack of time to repair the previous damage). The ship was operated by the London, Chatham and Dover Railway. After two attempts to enter the harbour, it again crashed into the Calais pier, this time destroying part of it. Calais billed the company £2800 for the damage.

The Bessemer Saloon-Ship running foul of Calais Pier. Illustrated London News, 1875

Due to the poor performance, investors lost confidence and the company was dissolved in 1876. On 29 December 1876, the Bessemer ran aground on Burcom Sand in the Humber upstream of Grimsby, Lincolnshire, after the removal of the swivelling saloon and other extensive alterations. She was refloated and taken to Hull. The Board of Trade's investigation into the grounding found that the captain was at fault. His certificate was suspended for three months.After removal, the designer Reed had the saloon cabin taken to his home, Hextable House, Swanley, where it was used as a billiard room. When the house was later converted into a women's college, Swanley Horticultural College, the saloon was used as a lecture theatre, but was destroyed by a direct hit when the college was bombed during the Second World War.

The Saloon as a lecutre theatre

The ship was then docked in Dover until it was sold for scrapping in 1879.

The Theory of the Top. Volume IV, by Felix Klein, Arnold Sommerfeld, London, 2010

The Nautical Magazine for 1874

Sir Henry Bessemer, F.R.S.: An Autobiography, 1905

The Gale, The Times. No. 28140. London. 23 October 1874. col E, p. 8.

London, Chatham & Dover Railway Company

#naval history #ss bessemer #anti seasick ship #1870s #age of steam #sidewheel steamer

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loveliestlovelygirl · 7 months

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cashmere, cologne, & white sunshine

it was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight

dilf!finnick x nanny!reader

series synopsis: after the death of his beloved wife, finnick has embraced the role of single dad with two kids. he works full time at odair corp., a shipbuilding company that has been owned by his family for seven generations and made them millionaires. having lived in extravagance his whole life, he has few worries. however, finding a nanny to take care of his children while he's at work or sailing has been one of them. but he remains hopeful that you might be what he's been looking for... in ways that even he is unprepared for.

series warnings: {minors dni} classism, extravagant lifestyles, private jets, extreme wealth, nepotism, slow burn romance, power imbalance, sexual content

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 10 months

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☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Three

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Domestic Violence.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.8k

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5 Years Prior

The lilac dress you wear flows around your carefully crafted body in effortless waves. It is made from a chiffon fabric you begged your mother for nearly six months to have. Your usual attire consists of heavy satin and lace, and for your eighteenth birthday, you just want to feel happy and light for once. It takes much convincing, but eventually, your mother caves. She needs you to be happy and is willing to give you this one thing. But that doesn’t mean she hasn’t gone all out on your chiffon lavender dress.

The color matches your hair perfectly, the stitching is made from the best silver thread Berry can buy, and the ribbon wrapping your waist comes from a silk farm known to be the best in all the Blues. You think it is too much for just a simple birthday, but your mother does what she wants. Events like this give you time to yourself because she is far too busy to monitor your every move.

So you are currently sneaking off to the library to get some reading time in. Your mother always berates you for your habit of keeping your nose in a book, telling you that ladies don’t read, they play music and host tea parties and other social events. While you have been trained in such things, you don’t find the same pleasure in them as you do with reading. There is something about hosting tea parties and socials with the older noble population whom you are not friends with. You don’t have any friends because your mother doesn’t allow you any.

“So controlling,” you mutter to yourself, pushing the door to the great Bonn family library. There is every kind of book you could want in this library; your father is a collector of sorts. With his connections in the merchant guild, he often makes trade deals involving rare books and encyclopedias. Venturing to the nearest aisle, you run your fingers over leather-bound book spines. “What should I read this time? It is my birthday, so maybe something special…”

You further wander, heading in the direction of the books your mother disapproves of you reading. It is mostly books on sea navigation, sailing, and shipbuilding. All information your mother deems irrelevant in your education. Reaching a section that holds a multitude of maps your father is fond of reviewing to find more ports to add to the Bonn empire, you pick up a few scrolls and curiously look at them.

One of the maps is of the Gecko Islands; Syrup Village is circled, and the familiar scrawls of your father’s handwriting dot the area around it. From the brief glances you have gotten of documents and the conversations you’ve overheard, Syrup Village is where all the ships in the Bonn Chestnut Trade Company come from. The ships are well-built and last through the weather of every Blue they cross. Abandoning the maps, you pick up a random book and open it. You are greeted with words and depictions of the construction of a lace factory. You close that book, making a face, and return it to its place on the shelf.

“Rather not,” you comment, moving on in hopes of a more interesting book to read. A few more minutes of wandering and you find a book that certainly piques your interest. It is a book on the politics of the marines, and more specifically, pirates. Your eyebrows rise in interest, and you pluck it from the shelf.

You’ve never really been informed about pirates; your mother calls them scum, and your father claims they are bad for business and nothing but conniving scoundrels. So you grow up knowing next to nothing about pirates. Walking towards the sitting area within the library, you open the book to a random page which holds a long list of pirates the marines are keeping track of at the time of the print. The main name that stands out, and that is at the top of the list, is Gol D. Roger. But the little symbol next to his name is clearly a mark of death.

“He certainly appears to be important,” you murmur to yourself, looking further down the list of names. You don’t recognize any of them, not that you are well-informed, but still, your mother gets the paper every morning and tuts over the news. You occasionally pick up the same names repeated over and over throughout the years. Pausing in step, you turn the page and just catch the words ‘Warlords’ and ‘Emperors,’ when footsteps have you on high alert. You snap the book shut and hold it behind you as your father appears, a parchment in hand. He pauses in step upon seeing you.

“Linaria, your mother is looking for you,” he speaks before eyeing the hands you hold behind your back. The book now seems like it is made of lead. “Can I presume that the book you are hiding is not one your mother would approve of?”

“It’s just a book,” you argue, arms dropping to your sides. “How exactly is that dangerous to me?”

“Your mother’s decision is your mother’s decision, Linaria,” your father says, not questioning his wife’s authority when it comes to your upbringing. “Hand it over, your mother is expecting you in the tea room.” With a grudging sigh, you do as he asks and head for the exit. Your mother is waiting for you in the tea room? Last you knew, there weren’t any events on this day that involved the tea room. Perhaps she has added an extra item to the agenda. At least you could have your favorite tea since it is your birthday.

Walking swiftly towards the tea parlor, you breeze by several maids and butlers who curtsey and bow to you as you pass. Before entering the tea parlor, you pause to collect yourself. Then, taking a deep breath and straightening your posture, you enter the room. Your mother is sitting on one of the couches, teacup in hand.

“Father said you were looking for me, Mother?” you softly speak, for ladies never raise their voices. She doesn’t turn her head to look at you.

“We have a guest, Linaria.” A guest? Your eyes follow your mother’s gaze to see a marine sitting on the couch opposite her. What is a marine doing at the manor? And one so high-ranking! “Greet our guest,” your mother hisses to you. You clear your throat and turn to the marine.

“Forgive me for not doing so earlier, I am Linaria. Welcome to the manor,” you greet like the perfect daughter your mother wants you to be.

“Thomas Collins, my fair lady, Commodore of the Marines on Kuri Island.” The man, Thomas, answers. “May I offer you a happy birthday? Your mother has sung praises of you and is very excited about this cornerstone in your life.” Your mother is telling praises of you? A shocking thought as she has been nothing but critical of you as of late, but this isn’t a time you can question her motives. Thomas rises from his seat and strides over to you, his figure towering over your small frame.

“Oh, thank you, I am very excited to see where my life takes me,” you tell him, your fingers coming together in front of you and winding together in a nervous habit.

“It would be rude of me to drop by without a gift for such a lovely young woman, and I took it upon myself to prepare something I thought would be fitting for a woman as beautiful as you.” Thomas continues, reaching into his coat and pulling out a slim box.

“Oh, sir, you didn’t need to prepare such a thing,” you say, almost stuttering over your words in surprise. You can feel your mother’s eyes glaring daggers into you for even thinking of refusing such a thing. Nonetheless, you take the slim box from his gloved fingers.

“You are to be the next Lady of the Bonn Chestnut Trade Company; I think you are deserving of your first piece of jewelry.” You open the box to reveal a delicate bracelet with flowers and gems that sparkle. It really is a lovely piece if the flowers hadn’t been roses. You force your face into one of happiness and thank him.

“It is absolutely beautiful; thank you for picking such a wondrous piece,” you reply in faux happiness, fluttering your eyelashes and plastering a smile you’ve perfected over the years. He looks pleased, very pleased by your reaction, and gestures toward the bracelet.

“May I?” he presses, and you, of course, relent, allowing the strange Commodore to carefully wrap the beautiful bracelet around your wrist. Not much is said after that, as Thomas indicates that he has to return to duty and bids his farewell. You don’t dare speak until you are sure that he is long gone.

“Mother, who was that, and why was he here?” you question, turning to your mother still sipping tea. She sighs and lowers the tea to the table in front of her before rising from her seat. Striding over to you, her cold eyes scan you.

“That was Commodore Thomas Collins; he is in charge of the marine base on Kuri Island and the surrounding archipelago.” She informs you, mouth pressed in a tight line. “And you are to be his bride.”

“Bride,” you repeat incredulously, thinking for a moment that you have misheard her. “Mother, what are you speaking of? I do not remember him proposing to me!”

“Of course not, you silly girl, it is an arranged marriage to ensure the success and power of our family and business.” Your jaw nearly drops open.

“You can’t just make decisions about my life like that,” you exclaim, your voice raised and eyes flashing in anger. “I’m not going to marry a man I don’t know and certainly not because you tell me to!”

Your head whips to the side, and you take a stumbling step backward before you even know what happens. Raising a hand to your stinging cheek, you let out a gasp at the sharp pain radiating across your face. You look at your mother, eyes filled with hurt and anger. She points her finger at you.

“You are to do exactly as I tell you, Linaria.” Your mother growls to you, seizing your chin and forcing you to look into her cold eyes. “And that means you will marry.”

Present Day

Sitting on one of the stacked crates, you stare at the little bracelet hanging from your wrist while feeling sick just looking at it. Your other hand reaches for the delicate chain, and you harshly pull on what feels like a shackle until it snaps. Then you throw it as hard as you can over the side of the ship you escaped Kuri Island on. Your wrist hurts from the metal digging into your skin, but at the same time, you feel like a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

The ship gently rocks as it sails, but you find the sway almost comforting while you hold yourself and look out across the water. This is the farthest you’ve ever been from your home, and the salt air is an entirely new experience. Turning your head away from the pristine waters, you find several of the men staring at you. Right, you begged your way onto this ship; you might as well compensate them for the trouble. So you reach back and undo the clasp to your necklace and hold it out.

“Compensation,” you speak, offering the glimmering jewelry piece to them. “It’s worth a lot of Berry, that I know.”

“We don’t want your jewelry, madam,” the red-haired captain, the one who’d effortlessly tossed you over his shoulder and carried you away, speaks. You are pretty sure the others have been calling him Shanks. “But we would like to know what had you fleeing from your own wedding.”

“It was arranged,” you answer, chewing on your lip and twisting your hands together. “I didn’t get a say in it; Mother organized the whole thing to ensure the family business would remain successful and in power.”

“You must be a Bonn then,” Shanks comments, thinking over who has the most power on Kuri Island. The Bonn’s. “Who did she want you to marry?”

“The Commodore.” Several of the pirates let out whistles and shake their heads.

“Don’t blame ya’ for runnin’,” one even comments. “That is one crooked marine.” You rub your tired eyes and sigh.

“I do not wish for you to get wrapped up in my personal business. You can drop me off at the next island. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

“You are hardly a burden,” Shanks corrects you, eyes scanning your figure more thoroughly now that you aren’t trembling violently from fear. It is clear that you’ve been running for a while when you approach him, but now he can see little nicks and cuts on your skin and smell the metallic tang of blood clinging to your body. “I think you’ve had a long day; you could do for some rest.”

“It’s not even half-past ten.” His eyebrow rises at you, and he nods his chin.

“And you might look the picture of perfection, but even I can tell that you are exhausted. We shall talk more of this tonight; in the meantime, you should get some rest and get out of that dress. It’s very…” Shanks struggles to come up with a word to describe someone as beautiful as you, yet so out of place.

“Ostentatious?” you offer lightly. “You should have seen me with the train. My mother tried to drown me in lace.” Your light jab at your own outfit brings out a couple of chuckles, and the men are glad to see the brief smile upon your face. It is much preferred to your distress.

Shanks has directed you to his own room, for it is the best furnished for a lady such as yourself, and you can have privacy there. After changing out of your dress, you can get some much-needed sleep, and then finally the full picture of the woman he’d helped can be rendered. So as you clutch your arms to your chest and look around the cabin in curiosity, Shanks digs through a chest of spare clothing to find something your size.

You know he is the captain, but he doesn’t stand up to the stereotype you had pictured in your head about what a captain is supposed to be like. The space is sparsely furnished but homely. Maps, artworks, and a few weapons you have never seen before dot the walls, and the quilt thrown over the hanging bed in the corner looks handmade and well-used. For some reason, the sight of a threadbare and well-used homemade quilt comforts you.

“I’m afraid I don’t have much but spare tunics and pants,” Shanks speaks, taking the clothes from his trunk and turning around. He pauses in place, staring at the dirt-riddled and crusty wound on your shoulder. He’d been so shocked by your appearance and beauty he’d overlooked something so critical. “We need to take care of that.”

“Take care of what?” you question, half turning in place with a quizzical look on your face. Shanks sets the clothes on a nearby table and nods to your shoulder.

“You have quite the nasty wound on your shoulder, madam,” Shanks speaks while inspecting torn skin littered with dirt, rocks, and grass. “You must have been running on adrenaline to not be feeling this.”

“I was in a hurry,” you meekly speak, trying not to shiver as soft and gentle fingers prod broken skin.

“I can imagine,” he replies, brows scrunching together. “I don’t think you need stitches; it’s not too deep. But you are going to need it cleaned before it gets infected.”

“Very well,” you sigh. “Thank you for informing me. I will take care of that.” Shanks can’t help but snort at your words.

“And how do you plan on tending to it yourself?” The scathing look you shoot over your shoulder makes Shanks’ smile widen, for he doubts you even realize you are giving him such a look.

“I am already intruding as it were,” you snip out, crossing your arms.

“And you are my guest,” Shanks enunciates. “As long as you are on my ship, you shall be treated as such. Now please, take a seat; this won’t take long.”

You really don’t want to, for you already feel like you are intruding enough just by asking for passage off Kuri Island… but his gentle eyes are insistent. But not in a bad way. So your protest dies down on your tongue, and you do as he so gently asks.

Date Published: 11/19/23

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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#one piece shanks #one piece #opla #opla shanks #shanks x y/n #shanks x reader #red haired shanks #shanks x you

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braithwaiteindia · 11 months

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The Maritime Prowess of Indian Ship Building Companies

Braithwaite is a famous shipbuilding company in India. They make different kinds of ships for businesses as well as structures for the sea. They are good at what they do, and they play a big part in India's ships and boats industry. People trust them for their shipbuilding work.

#ship building #ship building manufacturer #shipbuilding companies #shipbuilding

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lonestarbattleship · 1 year

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USS Houston (CA-30) at Newport News Shipbuilding and Dry Dock Company, Newport News, Virginia, on October 1, 1930.

NHHC: 19-LC-1513

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andmaybegayer · 2 years

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Saw someone post about Rolls Royce making nuclear reactors going "why is a car company making nuclear reactors" and it reminded me of how many companies considered kind of bleh by consumers are like. Cutting edge research and development houses for very specific things.

Like Philips (technically Signify) is probably "hey they make lightbulbs" to most people, they are not "one of the most advanced lighting technology companies on the planet."

Samsung "makes phones and TV's" they are not considered "one of the largest chip manufacturers and also incidentally one of the largest shipbuilding companies"

Sony may "make the PlayStation and TV's and phones that no one buys" but very few people think of them as "the biggest image sensor company in the world."

Oh, and Ericsson, which people probably don't even know exists anymore, but who are a huge name in telecommunications technology.

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pixelpaladin · 2 years

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Deep dive to Spam bots on Tumblr (Spoiler: FSB mentioned)

(TL;DR: Russian business man is heavily investing into companies behind the bots, mentions of FSB, Shell companies in tax-evasion and weak business law countries, Huge industry and money laundering)

I got annoyed about the bots on tumblr, so I decided to do some investigation into who is behind them and funding the operation, here is my findings:

The graph shows how a network of “affiliate marketing” companies for “dating” services is connected and some of the key players behind said companies

The first “company” I ran into is called “Digital international Inc” and it is shown as the “legal entity” behind of many of the websites the bots tend to link to, it also has its address listed in the Marshall Islands.

By looking at trademarks owned/filed by that company, we find 2 more companies/trademarks that are/were owned by the same legal entity.

First of these is called “Mirelia Services Co.”, currently known as “Mirelia Networks”, which lists its main business as “advertising and marketing” and is registered at the same address as “Digital International”.

Where things get interesting is when we look at one of the trademarks that was passed between “Mirelia” and “Digital international”, a trademark for an LGBTQ+ dating app called “Hitwe”,

The trademark application for “Hitwe” is listed as “Rescinded/canceled” but from the original registration documents and later ownership transfer filings, we come across an interesting company

“Matar Trade & Invest Ltd.” This company has other similar “dating” and “marketing” companies linked to it, and is owned by “Vladimir Mnogoletniy”, a Citizen of Russia, who has lived in Ukraine for over 10 years and his runs his businesses there, but interestingly does not seem to have officially moved there, and maintains his Russian Citizenship as his only one.

He is also the CEO or a major of many other companies, the main one being “Genesis”, the company behind a controversial fitness app “BetterMe”, which has been shown to aggressively sell user data to less-than-reputable ad companies and affiliates, as well as being used to redirect money from scam dating sites and lessen the impact of credit card chargebacks from those sites [See footnote 1]

What makes him a particularly interesting individual is that his father, who is a Captain of the Second Rank in the Russian Navy, is doing security work for “Sevmash” - A Russian shipbuilding company, the only one that is making nuclear submarines in Russia. He also co-authored a research paper that talks about “Military Counterintelligence activities”, The other author of said paper is an FSB officer.[See footnote 2]

Sources and footnotes:

Footnote 1: “BetterMe steals traffic” - Article by SH[IT]HAPPENS on Medium Footnote 2: “Why don’t I no longer shake hands with Vladimir Mnogoletniy.“ - Article by SH[IT]HAPPENS on Medium

Tangent: one of the other companies that I came across that seems to be working with Mirelia is “Traffichunt”, which seems to be one of the companies selling bot spam advertisements as well.

Another interesting thing is that the lawyer who filed for most of the trademarks, has quite a repertoire of similar trademarks under his belt:

Most of these seem to have been rejected because the address he listed in the applications does not exist

If you read all the way to here, thank you and I hope that bot’s never bother you again.

#spam bots #deep dive #osint #spam #research #i hope i dont get merc'd #tumblr bots #please read #bots #spammers #opsec #phishing #cybersecurity #sex bots #fake accounts #long reads

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turtletaubwrites · 9 months

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The Mouth of the Beast ~ Part 23

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader, Sanji X Robin

This is part 23 of the poly series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 1779

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link (Ch. 13 of We've All Got Needs cont.)

!!SPOILER WARNING!! Spoilers for the anime for the Water 7/Enies Lobby arc (through episode 267).

Summary: The Straw Hats are reunited, and make plans with their new allies to invade Enies Lobby and rescue Robin. Zoro pulls you aside as the crew barrels toward danger, but is there enough time to say what needs to be said?

Rating/Warnings: AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Polyamory, Pet Names, Swearing, Kissing, Angst, Fluff, Relationship Drama, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

A/N: This one's pretty short, but it's a small break in the action before the crew splits up again. I hope you enjoy it!

“The train’s here! Get on the roof!”

Wide eyed, you and Usopp climbed up with Sanji, the rain still bearing down against the metal of the stranded cart.

The light in the distance was heading toward you fast, and panic climbed up your throat.

“H-How,” you stuttered as Usopp dropped his Sniper King voice to yell.

“They’re gonna hit us!”

You watched in horror as Sanji grabbed onto you and Usopp, and over the light of the train you saw green hair and a straw hat.

The three of you were grunting and screaming as Luffy’s arms stretched out, flinging you through the air toward him. You managed to catch a glimpse of Zoro as he used his three sword style to demolish the cart, clearing it from the tracks as the train sped on.

Sanji steadied you, helping you climb into the well lit cart.

A sweet, citrus scent wrapped around you as Nami pulled you close.

“You okay, noodle arms?”

Squeezing her with a laugh, your breath hitched when your swordsman climbed back in.

Nami stepped away, and you heard Sanji catching everyone up on what happened on the other train.

A rough hand grabbed yours and pulled you along, moving you past groups of people you didn’t recognize, until finding an empty cart.

“Zoro, wait, we need to go listen to the plan.”

You tugged at his hand, teary eyed, and trying not to fall apart.

His lips crashed onto yours, his hands cradling your face, and you sobbed against him. You were sure he was tasting salt as your tears flowed. Clinging to every part of him in reach, you let yourself melt into him.

Zoro was stroking your hair and your back, but he pulled away just enough to look at you.

There was so much in his eyes, and you felt everything bubbling under your skin.

But we don’t have time.

“Zoro,” you breathed, tears stinging.

He brought his hand back to your face, thumb tracing along your cheek. His voice was more like a warrior’s than a lover’s.

“I’m so sorry. We’re gonna do whatever it takes to get her back.”

“Thank you.”

You held onto his wrists as Robin’s voice filled your mind again, along with the hope of having Zoro’s strength beside you.

“It’s not for you, Needy. She’s part of our crew.”

You’d seen that look before, and you knew he meant it. The thought both comforted and terrified you as he led you back to the group, hands never leaving your body as you listened to the plan.

You were grateful for his warmth, and the pressure of his fingers on your skin, because they were the only thing holding you in place. Fighting the urge to slap yourself, you tried to focus on the plan, but it felt like your ears were ringing.

Digging your nails into your palm to keep you present, you learned that the new allies were the workers of Galley-La, the shipbuilder’s company of Water 7, as well as the Franky Family, who had so recently been your enemies. Even the old woman from the lighthouse, Kokoro, was here, driving the train through hell.

These strangers and ex enemies were now willing to lay down their lives to help you.

“Remember, if they take Robin through the Gates of Justice, it’s over. Any chance of a rescue is going to happen before they open,” Nami ordered as she reviewed the map provided by the blonde Gally-La worker, Paulie. “The Gates of Justice are at the back of the island, but first we need to get through the main gate, then the Tower of Justice.”

“That’s right,” Paulie affirmed, clearing his throat as he looked around at the crew.

“There’s only about 60 of us against at least 2,000 marines and government agents in there. We won’t stand a chance against CP9, so you guys need to focus on taking them out.”

Your body tensed, and you saw Nami’s eyes widen, but Luffy just nodded as Paulie went on.

“The rest of us will buy you time. Galley-La and the Franky Family are gonna split off now on Franky's boat. We’ll hit the front gate, and take out as many soldiers as we can. We’ll clear you a path, no matter what it takes. You Straw Hats leave the little guys to us.”

The nods from the strangers in the cart chilled your blood.

They’re going to get massacred charging in like that. Why are they doing this?

There was no way or time for you to ask as your allies started filing out.

“Alright, so we’ll hang back while they cause as much of a diversion as possible, then we’re slamming through the fence, right?”

You were surprised that your mouth was moving as you checked in, but Nami nodded, wrapping up the map.

She glanced around, lips pursed as she stood to look into the next cart.

Your allies were gone, and the crew were all here. All except for-

“Luffy,” Nami screamed as she stuck her head out of the window, looking toward the Franky Family’s large ship.

“Damn it,” Nami muttered. “He said he understood the plan.”

“He doesn’t seem like the type who can wait for five minutes,” Usopp observed, his Sniper King voice still booming while Zoro laughed.

“We should have known.”

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to punch or kiss Zoro as his laughter shook through his words.

“Let’s go watch for the fence,” he said as his laughter faded, tugging on your elbow. “It won’t be long now.”

Sanji gave you a soft smile as you passed, Zoro pulling you up to the roof again.

Dawn had brightened the sky, the storm finally passed. The change could be a blessing or a curse for your mission, but for now you were just happy you weren’t being rained on.

All that happiness died the second you caught sight of Enies Lobby.

It was still a ways off, but the train was moving quickly. The island of gray stone buildings and iron fences would have seemed domineering on its own if it wasn’t set against the Gates of Justice.

Enormous metal doors towered over the ocean, the symbol of the World Government reflecting in the morning light. The sight of it made you sick as you thought of everything that had happened to Robin because of that symbol. People wearing that mark with pride had destroyed an entire island, then hunted a child down to finish the job.

Rage shook through you, until Zoro pulled you to him. Then it was fear in your blood as everyone you loved was barreling toward the mouth of that wretched beast.

I’m done being afraid. I’m a Straw Hat pirate, I will not be a coward.

Pulling back from your swordsman, you took his hands in yours, and studied his face, memorizing every line.

He was your crewmate, your friend, your lover. Memories flooded through you of all your times together, and you fought the tears.

This is not goodbye.

“Zoro, I…”

The small crease between his brows distracted you as his thumbs traced along your hands.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while. I was afraid. But that’s stupid.”

He frowned slightly, tilting his head while you rambled.

“I’m not saying this because of where we are, okay? I’m saying it because it’s true, and I want you to know.”

“Needy-”

“I love you, Zoro.”

Zoro let out a heavy breath, then pulled his eyes away from yours, looking toward the chaos you were about to be thrown into.

The beat of your heart felt louder than the train below you as you waited.

His face was drawn when he turned back to you, and you felt dissociated, part of you shouting soothing words through your mind that everything was okay, no matter what he said. Your hands felt clammy now as they still gripped his.

“I’m sorry, Needy.”

“N-No, it’s o-” you forced out, shaking your head too much.

He leaned toward you, sighing as he moved his hands along your arms, settling below your shoulders.

“Fuck, I. It’s not like that, I just… I didn’t think you could, Needy. Not with all of us.”

Your mouth fell open as you tried to process. Zoro squeezed your arms as he tilted his face closer, deep eyes searching yours, his voice almost too soft over the train.

“But you do, don’t you? You love Robin?”

“I do,” you breathed, barely audible over the engine, hands shaking as he nodded slowly.

“Probably the waiter too, huh?”

Your lips pulled tight before you could think, holding in a laugh of surprise at his reluctant question. He just looked down, shaking his head, and you felt all that fear again.

Zoro’s fingers trailed down your arms, and a small gasp escaped you as you waited for him to pull away.

But he took your hands, lifting them both to his lips to kiss your knuckles, and your knees almost buckled from relief.

The fence was getting closer and closer every second, but you couldn’t look away from him.

He closed his eyes, taking in another deep breath.

“I’m sorry I didn't trust you, Y/N. I’m not good at this shit.”

“I know.”

You let out a nervous giggle at how quickly you had responded, and he narrowed his eyes while a small, perfect smile teased his lips.

“Shut up, Needy,” he laughed, bringing his hand to cradle your chin, making your eyes flutter for a moment.

“I, uh… I love you too.”

In that moment you weren’t hurtling toward danger and death, you weren’t aching for your splintered crew.

You were just his, and the spark of happiness in his eyes warmed you to your core.

“I love you,” you almost screamed into his mouth as you pulled him down for a kiss. His laughter vibrated through his chest, wrapping you in a feeling of joy and safety.

But he pulled away, hands gripping your shoulders. His look froze you, the illusion of safety shattered by the tone in his voice.

“Get inside, tell everyone to hang onto something. Hurry!”

“What are you-”

“No time, Needy, hurry!”

Fighting against your need to keep touching him, keep looking at him, you scrambled to crawl back inside. Your mouth went dry when you saw the fence, and watched Zoro unsheathe his swords.

“Everyone hang onto something! Now!”

Clamping your eyes shut, your entire world was reduced to the screams of your crew, and the crashing and scraping cacophony of metal tearing through your mind, plunging you into chaos.

Into the mouth of the beast.

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