Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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4. our distance and that person
When Nami began to regain consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the sand. It was sun-kissed warm and dry and she wished she could pull it over herself like a blanket.
Quickly, she sat up. She was staring at the ocean from the safety of a sandy beach. She glanced around--it seemed deserted. What was she doing here? The last thing she remembered, she was fighting against the ocean to stay afloat and alive.
Lying next to her was Luffy's straw hat, the reason she'd gone over in the first place. And just beyond the hat, thoroughly unconscious, was Sanji.
She stood up, brushing herself off. Well, this was certainly a pickle. She didn't see the Going Merry anywhere, so it was safe to assume that the rest of the crew would not emerge from the trees behind them at any minute, ready to set sail once again. She squinted at the horizon, but it was empty.
The thought of going off trekking by herself was a little unnerving--after all, it looked deserted, but the way things appeared and the way things actually were very often turned out to be two completely different things (especially on the Grand Line), so she dropped to the ground beside Sanji. "Sanji," she said, shaking him a little. "Wake up."
The steady rise and fall of his chest did not miss a beat.
"Sanji." She shook him harder. "Sanji! SANJI, WAKE UP!"
His eyes flew open, the pupils instantly shrinking to pinpricks. He squinted, trying to bring his sight and his thoughts into focus. "Miss Nami?" He sat up quite abruptly then, causing Nami to jerk back. "Ah, Miss Nami, this truly is a most fortuitous day! You're okay--no, better than okay; you're radiant! Splendid! Magnificent!"
"Yes, yes," she said dismissively. She was tired and achy and waterlogged and would much prefer to focus on a way out of their situation than on her (admittedly vast) charms. "What are we going to do?"
"Anything you want, of course!"
She sighed. "I meant about the situation."
"Oh." Sanji's grin faltered. It was clear that frankly, he had no idea.
"I can't even begin to guess how far the Going Merry is from here by now," Nami said, her shoulders slumping involuntarily. "Not to mention the fact that without me, they'll all be completely lost."
"Who isn't lost without you, Miss Nami?" Sanji's eyes were little hearts.
"I meant literally." This was getting frustrating. "Let's go check this place out. Maybe we're overreacting. Maybe there's a big booming town just on the other side. Or, better yet, treasure!"
"Yes, Miss Nami!" he cried, leaping to his feet. Unlike the rest of the crew, he was willing to overlook Nami's often skewed priorities--no, not only that, he found them incredibly endearing. But then, he found everything about her incredibly endearing.
Without another word, the two of them set off around the island.