AN: I guess this will be my drabbles/misc. ideas area because sometimes I can't help but have the urge to write a little something that really doesn't have a place anywhere else. Not enough to be a full-fledged story, but something I just can't let go of. And what a better title than Parchment and Ink for a drabbles section. Nevermind the fact I'm really typing this on a keyboard.

I actually got quite a scare and I'm still a little shaken and this idea had been floating around in my mind for a while. It's just something to give me some peace of mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.

Anchor

an·chor (-noun): a person or thing that can be relied on for support, stability, or security; mainstay.

The skies were clear and the sea was calm, something that was never certain for long on the Grand Line, but it seemed almost a crime not take advantage of such a nice, warm day. The crew had no complaints in taking the time to relax and merely let the ship sail on it's course at a leisurely speed.

Nami was no exception as sat with her back against the tree on the grassy deck, taking advantage of the shade with a her notebook in hand as well as a ink bottle at her side as she scribbled notes and occassionally glanced at the log pose. The rest of the crew seemed to have succumb to the urge to take a light afternoon nap in the comfort of the warm, peaceful atmosphere that was so rarely offered to them, but as the ship's navigator she could not take that same opportunity, least the Grand Line chose to give them a rude awakening, which it often would.

She heard steps approaching her across the grassy deck. She looked up in surprise to find Luffy wide awake and seeing that she was the only other conscious member of the crew, he plopped himself down in front of her so that his long, gangly legs hooked over each of her own and his feet rested on either side of her. She arched a brow at him, but he only grinned in response, wriggling his toes against his sandals and catching her attention. She glanced down at one of his feet, dangerously close to her ink bottle, and debated whether or not she should move it.

"You have big feet." Nami observed as she lightly touched his foot with the feather, smiling as his foot shifted away from her quill and the ink bottle.

"I do?" Luffy lifted up his foot and bent his body in such a way that would have caused a gymnast to cringe. He tilted his head this way and that as he scrutinized his own foot before placing it back down with a grin. "I guess I do!"

"Then Nami has small feet." Luffy commented as he pointed at her sandals, resting on either side of him with her legs poking out through the space between his knees and the ground. He placed a hand on her foot as if to mimic her earlier actions, but instead of shying away from his touch, she wriggled her own toes in response and dipped her quill into the ink bottle.

"Compared to yours, I do." She agreed as she scribbled something into her notebook.

"Is that bad?" He asked, tilting his head.

"No." She replied, her eyes never leaving her book. "It's pretty normal for a guy to have bigger feet."

"Why's that?"

"Why?" Nami stopped in her writing, glancing up at him in surprise.

Luffy nodded, scooting closer when she continued to hesitate.

"I suppose," Nami brushed the feather against her lips in thought, then smiled when the answer came to her. "So he can support the people who are important to him."

"Oh." Luffy placed a fist into his open palm, his eyes alight with understanding. He gave his trademark chuckle, "Shishishi. So that's why my feet are bigger than yours!"

"That's right." Nami reached over and brushed the feathered end of her quill against his lips with a sincere smile. "Because you're my anchor."

AN: Yes, Luffy. You're an anchor in more ways than one :D