Skypiea Arc

As Kid and Killer expressed their admiration for Blackbeard's immense power, he reassured them with a confident smile. "You will also become powerful. Just keep on training," he encouraged, his voice brimming with confidence.

Blackbeard took it upon himself to mentor his crewmates further, delving into his knowledge of martial arts learned during his time as a mercenary on Earth. With precision and expertise, he guided Kid and Killer through various techniques, helping them refine their skills and unlock their true potential.

Additionally, Blackbeard offered valuable insights to Kid regarding the utilization of his Devil Fruit powers, providing him with strategic ideas and tactics to enhance his combat abilities.

As the crew resumed their training regimen under Blackbeard's tutelage, Kid and Killer made significant progress, their dedication and determination driving them forward. Even-Heat showed promising improvement, eager to prove himself worthy of his captain's expectations.

However, Wire struggled to keep pace with the rest of the crew, faltering in his efforts to master the techniques taught by Blackbeard. Despite his best efforts, Wire found himself lagging, grappling with self-doubt and frustration as he struggled to find his footing.

As Nokijo and Keya emerged from their confines, hunger gnawing at their bellies, they stumbled upon Blackbeard overseeing the crew's training regimen. The sight of the imposing figure sent shivers down their spines, but Keya mustered the courage to speak up. "We're hungry," she ventured, her voice trembling.

Blackbeard's response was unexpected yet surprisingly accommodating. "Training ends early today. Heat, prepare food for the girls," he commanded his tone firm but not unkind. With efficiency, Heat set to work, swiftly preparing a meal for the hungry pair.

As Nokijo and Keya eagerly devoured the food, their hunger abated, and a sense of relief washed over them. Blackbeard watched them intently, his gaze unwavering as he issued a stern warning. "Nokijo and Keya, you are free to roam the ship and visit islands, but only under my watchful eye. Don't even think about escaping. If you do, you'll face a fate worse than death. From now on, I am your master, and you will obey my commands."

Nokijo and Keya nodded in understanding, their compliance born out of a mixture of fear and resignation. With their hunger sated, they retreated to one of the empty rooms on the ship, seeking solace and privacy. As they entered the room, Keya's keen senses picked up a familiar scent. "I smell something... We haven't taken a bath in so long," she remarked, her voice tinged with longing.

Nokijo agreed, eager to wash away the grime of their captivity. Making their way to the attached bathroom, they undressed and stepped into the tub, allowing the warm water to envelop them in a soothing embrace.

As Nokijo and Keya settled into the warm embrace of the tub, their bodies pressed close together in the confined space. A blush tinted their cheeks as they exchanged shy glances, their proximity igniting a spark of desire between them.

Nokijo's breath caught in her throat as she admired Keya's ample curves, her admiration met with a reciprocal compliment from Keya. Their mutual appreciation for each other's beauty served as a catalyst, breaking down the barriers of inhibition that had held them back.

With tentative touches and playful gestures, they began to explore each other's bodies, their movements growing bolder as desire surged within them. Keya's soft moans filled the air, urging Nokijo to quicken her pace, her fingers tracing tantalizing paths of pleasure.

Driven by the intoxicating sensations coursing through her, Keya pleaded for more, her voice a sweet melody of desire. Responding to her lover's entreaty, Nokijo increased the tempo, her movements becoming more fervent as she guided Keya to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

As Keya reached the peak of pleasure, her body quivered with release, a wave of ecstasy washing over her. In the aftermath of her climax, she returned the favor, lavishing Nokijo with tender caresses and passionate kisses, their shared passion igniting a flame of desire that burned brightly between them.

Their intimate encounter only fueled their desire, and as they emerged from the tub, their bodies flushed with arousal, they found themselves drawn together once more in a heated embrace, their hunger for each other insatiable. In the quiet intimacy of the bathroom, Nokijo and Keya discovered a newfound connection, their love and desire intertwining in a dance of passion and pleasure.

As Nokijo and Keya settled into their new routine aboard the Victoria Punk, their days fell into a predictable pattern. Each morning, they would awaken to the soft light filtering through the portholes, greeted by the comforting presence of each other's company. They would engage in light exercises to invigorate their bodies, preparing themselves for the day ahead.

After their morning routine, they would retire to their room, where a selection of books provided by Blackbeard awaited them. Together, they would immerse themselves in the written word, finding solace and escape within the pages of adventure and fantasy.

As the day progressed, they would spend time together, sharing stories and laughter, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. In the quiet solitude of their shared space, they found refuge from the chaos of their surroundings, finding comfort in each other's presence.

But as night fell, their routine took a different turn. With trepidation and resignation, they would make their way to Blackbeard's room, their hearts heavy with the knowledge of what awaited them. There, they would offer themselves to him, fulfilling his desires with a mixture of duty and fear.

Their nights were filled with whispered promises and stifled cries, their bodies becoming vessels for Blackbeard's pleasure. They would massage him and succumb to his advances, their desires suppressed beneath the weight of his dominance.

In the darkness of Blackbeard's chamber, Nokijo and Keya found themselves caught in a cycle of submission, their bodies and minds enslaved to his will.

Wire rushed into Blackbeard's quarter door and said, "The currents are here" With urgency in his voice, Blackbeard's attention snapped to the present. The wait had been long, but finally, the currents they had been waiting for had arrived. With a sense of anticipation, Blackbeard wasted no time in springing into action.

"Enter the currents!" he commanded, his voice echoing with authority. The crew sprang into action, the ship enveloped in Blackbeard's powerful Haki as they navigated the swirling currents.

As the ship surged forward, a palpable tension hung in the air, the anticipation building with each passing moment. And then, finally, it happened – the ship began to ascend, rising higher and higher into the sky.

The crew watched in awe as they breached the clouds, their eyes widening with wonder at the sight before them. Sky Island stretched out before them, a breathtaking landscape of clouds and sky.

Blackbeard's face broke into a triumphant grin as he surveyed their surroundings. "We've made it," he declared, his voice filled with pride. "To Sky Island!"

The crew erupted into cheers, their excitement palpable as they marveled at the beauty of their new surroundings.