...of her skirts. When she had risen from bed that morning Nami had never changed, knowing she needed to mend a lot of her clothing before they made it to the next stop. Even though it would, probably, be only for that one day. They needed to stop for supplies and food. She still liked looking her best when going ashore, regardless. Plus, if it was up to Zorro they would be at the closest bar to the dock, drinking.
She smiled to herself. She had to admit it; she enjoyed the company of her fellow crewmates at times like that. Despite all their differences, they were all great comrades, when it really mattered the most. They all had a bond that couldn’t be broken. And no matter what other reason she came up with, she knew which one of them was the reason for everyone’s loyalty to each other…
‘The jerk’ she said inwardly.
Nami glanced up from her sewing to glare at the ships captain. Luffy was preocupied as he was fighting with Sanji over the last portion of beef. The ships cook had planted his feet on the deck of the ship pulling earnestly against Luffy’s efforts to acheve the prise from the chef's hands, with his teeth, growling like a dog whose bone had been taken from him.
“Luffy, that’s the last piece of meat we have until we reach our destination!” Sanji shouted, in an agitated tone as he gritt his teeth against the cigarette he was smoking.
All his shouting accomp...