Alright! This is a Oneshot, which probably won't turn into a longer story for a very long time, if ever. Just making that clear right now. I'm kinda obsessed with the idea of time travel or reincarnation to give Luffy and his crew a second chance, and there just aren't enough stories where the whole crew gets to go back. This one will probably be a little different, if it ever gets written, because Luffy won't actually try to change anything at the beginning. He's content with just getting stronger to protect his precious nakama, after all.

Reviews are greatly appreciated, let me know what you think! Any ideas on what to do for a continued story would be great, too, and I'd probably toy with them at least a little. Just FYI, any longer story I write will eventually be LawLu. Not slash, because sex scenes are unnecessary in my mind, but Luffy will be eventually paired with Law. Romance just won't be a huge focus, because I don't like reading or writing it that often. Angst is likely, however, because I have problems not writing it.

Thank you all for reading! Flames will be deleted, fair warning, but I like constructive criticism.

~~~~~~~~~~ One Piece! ~~~~~~~~~~

Luffy grinned in anticipation as he tugged lightly on the edges of his new(old) straw hat. The moment his awareness cleared, he realized exactly when he was, and the rubber human couldn't have asked for a better opportunity. Tears still streaming down his face, renewed by the sheer joy and relief he felt at having a second chance in life, he listened to the sound of the ocean and the cheers from his idol's crew as the Red Haired Pirates set sail. The exact time he'd received his precious treasure provided a terrific starting point for the future King of the Pirates. This time, he would protect his crew, and they would all achieve their dreams.

Zoro bit his lip. He came back too late, much too late, to save Kuina from her fatal accident. Old guilt welled up and twisted his stomach into knots, mixing with relatively new anxieties over the fate of his nakama. He'd defeated Mihawk, true... but it wasn't worth the subsequent loss of half the crew. The mossy-haired swordsman could only imagine how Luffy felt when he and the others passed on.

Checking his surroundings, mostly because the time he'd been sent to was a mostly unremarkable one for that point in his life, he sighed in frustration as he realized how long it would take to get up to his past(future?) strength. Thankfully, he was still living at the old dojo with Kuina's father, but it would only take a year or two before he was fit enough to travel. Luffy's home island wasn't that far away, after all, and the rubbery boy set sail when he was seventeen, not seven. That meant ten years of waiting and training.

Haki would come directly after getting his body acclimated to his old, intense workouts, he decided. Overdoing it right at the beginning could be more damaging than helpful. He had the memories, the techniques developed to near-perfection in his mind. He was lacking quality swords and a sparring partner of appropriate strength, though. Those would come later. Much, much later, apparently.

Zoro cursed under his breath, using a few of Nami's favorite and more colorful expletives. The next two years would be hellishly boring.

Nami's grief was washed away by anger and loneliness. When she registered what had happened, and that her past and future self had melded, for lack of a better word, she also began plotting the changes she would make in her life.

The young woman, now child, had believed she was dreaming when she opened her eyes to see her old desk sitting innocently in front of her, complete with a partially-drawn map of her home island. Once she noticed everything felt too real, too recent, she changed her mind and decided it was a special version of hell. After all, she'd died in that last attack the marines had launched against the Straw Hats.

It had taken seeing Arlong himself to fully process that she was not still dead, and this wasn't a dream. The fishman was just as kind as he had been during her first time through the whole mess, which was more than could be expected for her dreams(nightmares) or a special place in hell, just for her. Arlong hadn't been very terrible at the beginning, other than shooting Bellemere with no mercy, since he actually knew how to deal with kids. It wouldn't get him what he wanted if he was just needlessly cruel, after all.

No, Nami knew that this was a second chance at life, ten years before she met Luffy. The Arlong Pirates had come to their island a few weeks ago, and it would be ten years before she even got a glimpse of her elusive captain again. She wanted to be dependable, ready for Luffy and Zoro to recruit her, whether they remembered everything or not. If that meant getting some extra training in along the way, and saving a second, more secret stash of her own gold for the crew, then so be it. Nami would do anything for her crew, after everything they'd been through together, all those impossible battles and endless adventures.

Usopp awoke with a gasp and a bitter grin. It was too late for his mother... but not for everyone else he cared about. He would keep on lying and telling stories. The villagers would surely take to chasing him out of town, but he remembered how they'd worried when he didn't race through the town, yelling about pirates. He would tell Kaya about all the things that had he'd done as Sogeking, and train until he was just as good a shot as his alias. Then, when he'd done that much, he'd see if he could get her books and things he remembered from Chopper, to help with her dream of becoming a doctor.

Haki was another thing he'd have to train. As one of the weaker crew members, and a sharpshooter to boot, his Observation Haki was vital to his strength in the New World. If the sniper had access to those abilities earlier... well, he could easily be a force to be reckoned with in Paradise. Heck, it wouldn't even matter that he didn't have his Green Stars for ammo! He wouldn't really need that until he passed into the second half of the Grand Line, where monsters practically became gods.

And no, he wouldn't go find his captain early. He needed to be there for Kaya, and the other villagers, incase pirates actually did attack before Kuro came to call. Even if it was seven years until the despicable man appeared. It was just sensible, really. Nothing to do with his fear of sailing the ocean alone. Not at all.

Sanji had come to the conclusion that the heavens decided to compensate him for his shitty lot in life. He was nine. It was ten years before he met his precious nakama, and set sail with the man who would become Pirate King one day. More importantly, it was a few months before the altercation with Red-Leg Zeff that led to the two of them being stranded on a rock for a full eighty-five days.

Despite the knowledge that he really couldn't change that much, Sanji needed to try. His cooking naturally improved with his knowledge, only lacking the muscle-memory to bring his skills as a chef up to date, but it was enough to let him stash scraps and non-perishable items in the tiny area he had to keep his things in. He would be ready when Zeff came, and if push came to shove, he'd somehow manage to keep the shitty geezer from sacrificing his leg for Sanji's own survival. They'd still starve, but with extra rations, maybe they wouldn't have to go quite so far in order to survive.

The blonde child used his determination and intelligence to prepare as much as possible, and when the ordeal was over, he'd train three times as hard as he had the first time around. No one would be able to kill their crew this time around. Not when he'd gotten such a precious second chance.

Part of Robin wondered why the fates hated her so much, and yet, she couldn't find it in herself to be too displeased with the outcome. Having another chance to befriend her nakama and sail with them appealed greatly to her, especially since she knew she could trust them more easily than the first time around. They wouldn't have to go to war with the World Government to prevent her from being taken to Impel Down, after all. She wanted to live.

Now. Ten years before she met her Captain-san, huh? Maybe she'd help out her friends in the Revolutionary Army from the sidelines for a while. At least, until Crocodile recruited her to his side in hopes of overthrowing Alabasta's royal family and taking over the country. She could get away with a little bit of sabotage, then, while waiting for her crew to come collect her. It would be child's play, compared to some of the things she'd faced in the New World.

The woman smirked silently as she considered her options. Following her previous path wouldn't be too much of a hassle, and she always did prefer to travel on her own, until Luffy and company arrived to drag her along on their adventures. She would focus on perfecting her Haki and Devil Fruit techniques until then. Maybe, this time, she could figure out how to 'Awaken' her Devil Fruit? It would be a major advantage in a fight...

Chopper knew exactly what to do to cure Hiluluk's illness. The problem was, half of the ingredients didn't exist anywhere within Paradise, and he was nowhere near strong enough to fight his way through the New World alone. He knew the man would die, and while his heart broke for his adoptive father, memories of the last time he'd been through this situation stopped him from risking himself and leaving.

That didn't stop him from telling Hiluluk everything that he remembered, though. Chopper didn't care whether or not anyone else would believe him, and he didn't even bother trying to tell Kureha about any of it. His father believed him, against all odds, and that was good enough. The fact that he wouldn't be lonely for long was a great relief to the man, as well. While Hiluluk refused the possible cure, protesting that it was too hard for anyone but the Pirate King to collect, he gladly listened to anything Chopper would tell him about the little reindeer's adventures with the Straw Hat Pirates.

Chopper, himself, cherished each and every moment with the man. He'd never forget what happened the first time around, and the fact that he could even attempt to make things better made him want to sob with relief. He wouldn't be the cause of his father's (slightly) premature death, this time. He had five or six more years with the man, instead of the four he initially worried through.

Luffy would come along and help free them from Wapol in ten years' time. Half of that would be spent training with Kureha, but the other half would be used to focus on his Haki, and spend time with his adoptive father. Second chances were blessings, whether or not the crew would remember him when they met again.

Franky's feeling of wrongness didn't actually worry him much. He was fully aware of what happened, and had eight pretty good ideas of why he was back in the Franky House at Water Seven. None of them were too bad, and the fact that he remembered everything, but no one else did, did not put him off his game.

He just had to wait for Luffy.

Franky knew, he just knew, that whatever was going on happened because of his suuuuper~ crazy captain. And that Luffy would remember each and everyone of them, because they were his nakama, and Luffy would never forget nakama, no matter what. Reincarnation, alternate universes, you name it. Franky was convinced that Luffy's soul would remember them, even if the rubber man himself didn't.

So, he pulled up a chair at his worktable and got started sketching out the Thousand Sunny, what he remembered of the Going Merry, and dozens of new ideas. Some were to improve his cyborg body, and others were tools for his crewmates, while others still were additions and modifications he could make to the Sunny without changing the spirit of the ship itself. Sunny was a nakama, too, after all. Now he just had to wait for them all to get there.

Brook was already bones. Bones, but with a shadow, still. He wasn't sure how the whole 'second chance' thing worked with him, considering he was already dead, but he didn't complain. Much. Luffy and the others would come pick him up eventually, and until then, he could retrain his abilities and think up new, more awesome ballads and songs for his crew.

He regretted not meeting Laboon before he passed on a second time, but he was still around, somehow, and that meant that he still had a chance. The tone dial in his skull weighed heavily for a heartbeat(ah, but he didn't have a heart...), but Brook pushed past it and cheered himself up by reminiscing over adventures he'd had(would have, maybe?).

Together. They'd all manage to get back together at some point, ten years down the road, and they would take the world by storm once again. Luffy wiped the happy tears from his face and turned around to face the village. Shanks and his crew were long gone, disappearing over the horizon, ship vanishing in the setting sun. He would fulfill his promise to the Yonko again, and accomplish everyone's dreams, no matter what. They would make it, all of them.