Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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3. jolt!
Zoro hated taking orders from that woman, but in times like this, he grudgingly understood that she was the best person to be giving them. Even that stupid love cook seemed to understand that he couldn't waste extra time kissing up to her and that he just needed to do as he was told.
So it was as it was, Nami shouting out commands as the rest of them ran around trying to secure everything that needed securing while still making sure that the ship as a whole stayed afloat. This storm would pass, just like all the others that hit them on the Grand Line.
But this one, it quickly became apparent, was different. It was fierce, and while they had dealt with fierce storms before, the fierceness was combined with a tiring single-mindedness. It seemed as if the storm refused to abate until the little ship was reduced to so much flotsam.
Luffy lost his hat an average of three times per storm. He was right on target with this one. It was the fourth time, though, that would prove to be the last.
"I got it!" cried Nami, who was closest. She jumped to grab it in midair, and it was at that exact moment that some important things happened: first, she caught the hat; second, the water beneath the boat shifted to bring it rolling up; and third, a large wave hit the boat with a hard jolt. The impact was jarring, and when she hit the deck again, her proximity to the side of the ship became crucial. The jolt caused her to lose her footing, and over the side she went.
The shock from those aboard the Going Merry was almost palpable, but it was most apparent from Sanji, who ran to where she disappeared, leaving Zoro hanging, quite literally, with the task of securing Nami's mini-tangerine grove.
Nami fought to stay above the surface, but the surf was rough. Luffy appeared by Sanji's side, his arm already stretching to reach their navigator, but another hit sent both of them sprawling on the deck.
Sanji was on his feet in an instant, but Luffy had to take a moment to spit up the water that had washed onto the deck and right into his mouth. By the time both of them were back up, Nami had disappeared entirely.
Sanji didn't hesitate another instant, not even to take off his jacket or shoes--he was over the side himself, searching frantically. He didn't notice the growing distance between himself and the ship, and he ignored Luffy's attempts to pull him back in.
Finally he saw her, still conscious, but even he was taking in sizable quantities of water and knew neither of them would last much longer. "Miss Nami!" he shouted above the roar of the storm, quickly paddling to her side. Before he reached her, he saw her disappear below the surface again. He grabbed onto her shirt and pulled her back up as forcibly as he could.
It was then and only then that he realized the thrashing seas and the pounding rain had caused him to lose sight of the Going Merry completely. "Luffy!" he shouted into the stormy abyss, looking every which way. "Chopper! ... Marimo!"
He strained for any signs of their crew, but nothing. They were alone.
Just the two of them and Luffy's straw hat, on which Nami still somehow had a firm grip.
Well, Sanji thought with some bitterness, he'd always wanted to be alone with her, but never quite like this.