Normal
An altogether normal day.
So thought Nami as she observed the daily headbutting between The Thousand Sunny's captain and first mate. With an exasperated sigh, she exchanged looks with the other crew members, who, like her, seemed to be torn between amusement and annoyance.
"You are so dense!" shouted Zoro, recklessly waving and pointing his swords toward Luffy. "These aren't knives used to cut meat, and they definitely shouldn't be used to cut your God damn toenails!"
Luffy huffed in indigation, "Just because I can't swim doesn't mean you can call me dense!"
"I swear to God I'm going to cut you!"
"Just try it, santoryu!" he called in jest.
'How on Earth is that an insult!"
"Fine! No more making sex for a week!" Luffy declared.
Nami sighed. Truly, she didn't know what was worse: Luffy's childish remark of making sex, Zoro's pitiful expression of regret and embarrassment, or the now celebratory Luffy, grinning in triumph over this exaggerated fiasco of an argument.
Sometimes normal was something to get away from on this ship.