One Piece Navy Novels & Stories

Everyone in the Navy and at the Kingdom of Eloesa knew that their once a Crown Princess were engaged to the President and both of them loved each other dearly. That is why everyone in the ship doesn’t dared to utter a single words as they were being considerate towards the Admiral. Not every sailors and navies were people of Eloesa, only the majority of them that made up the Navy Combat Specialist, around 60% of the Navy were just normal Aeternum and the remaining 40% is Eloesan People. Even so, Eloesan People made a very big influence and impact on the Aeternum navy culture, nearly half of the Aeternum Navy policy were founded by the Kingdom of Eloesa decree, as the Eloesan people Warrior c

I just hoped Kourtney wouldn't kill me, seeing this outfit I wore. The one-piece I had was a navy blue, having a text 'beach please' imprinted on the bust area. The piece accentuated my curves and made my legs look a little longer. I hoped this one was Instagrammable enough because there was no way in hell I would put myself in a bikini.

"You're one of us now." I grinned, about to respond, when I heard Thane's voice. "You can go with them, or you can come with me." The crewman looked past me to his captain. "Hey, Cap!" He looked at me again, leaning in to whisper. "Cap never goes to shore. You should take him up on that, lass." He threw me a wink, leaving with the group of sailors down the gangway. I turned around, looking up at Thane's imposing form, hat shadowing his eyes as always. A violet-colored waistcoat adorned his waist with shiny embroidery. His coat cascaded over his broad shoulders, looking just as breathtaking as I remembered from the first moment I saw him.

The courage, The boldness, The confidence, the smirks. Quinnel grabbed the bag and Navaeh collected it immediately. "It's mine after all. Can I pour it out myself?" She asked and Quinnel eyed her suspiciously before he stepped back and nodded his head. Navaeh felt the bag and she could already trace out the outline of the warrior. She grabbed it with her hand and turned the bag upside down. Few thing such as shells she picked from the sea, a small comb, some hair ties for packing her hair and that was all.

"That dress is stunning." I'd chosen navy blue tonight, more conservative than the red that had driven Luca to distraction. High neckline, long sleeves, but the back was completely bare and the fabric clung to every curve. Elegant armor designed to look demure from the front and absolutely not from behind. "Thank you."

Poppy asked, hope already lifting back into her voice. I opened my mouth. “Poppy, don’t...” Sebastian lifted his eyes to me for a second. Just a second. Then he looked back at Poppy. “I can help you look for one,” he said carefully. “I want the navy one,” Poppy said quickly. “Like yesterday. But maybe bigger. And maybe a pink one too. So if the navy one gets wet again, I’ll have a backup.” “Solid strategy.” “I am.” “Clearly.”

“Be very close to her. Talk to her, observe every change in her. Notice how she grows even before the nurse. Babies know when they’re welcome…” Just as Doctor Martins finishes speaking, a courier knocked on the door, delivering an omonous-looking letter delivered to Navy. With furrowed brows, Navy tore it open and revealed the content. His expression shifted from curiosity to concern, then to anger as he read the letter. “What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding with anxiety. Navy looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a fit of rage. “It’s from someone claiming to come from your past, Rosé” Navy said, shooting a concerning glance at me.

At the same time, Forsythe and others also turned to look in that direction. Gasp! Everyone, including Forsythe and the elites, was shocked. They could not help but gasp. A few thousand meters away, a navy troop was approaching the shore. The navy troop had a few thousand big ships lined up on the sea. Each vessel was filled with people, and all of them held long sabers in their hands. The scene was amazing! A ship with a dragon figurehead and a dragon flag was at the forefront of the navy troops. A slim figure stood silently at the bow. Dressed in a dragon phoenix robe, that person was charming and alluring. Her aura filled the atmosphere.

In the open ocean the sun is very strong, even if skin burns are rewarded by enjoying the vision of the charming girl. "Hi Jennifer ..." "Hi Arthur ..." I introduce myself. Jennifer looks like a model. Her sinuous body slides perfectly over her uniform, as if it had been tailor-made for her. Suddenly the figure of the commander appears on board, in a blue uniform with a white hat and tie, with the yellow - gold degrees affixed to the sides of the jacket. Flawless. Our regular uniform instead consists of a white shirt with short sleeves, white trousers and a white shirt, tie.

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.