She sat at her desk, staring at a map she had been working on that day before dinner.
It was a map made from surveying Usopp's home island.
Syrup Village was almost in the center of the island with a few other villages scattered around – marked and placed there with help from Usopp who knew it all like the back of his hands. She touched the beach where Luffy had collapsed into her arms, exhausted, smelling like sweat and blood – how so entirely relieved she felt that he was all right.
Nami had been proud of him.
Of a pirate.