Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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10. #10
"What's that?"
"Hm?" Nami looked up over her shoulder at him. "Oh. It's a calendar stick. I've been marking off the days since we got here. I like to keep track of time."
"Amazing!" said Sanji, stars accompanying the usual hearts in his eyes. "Miss Nami, you're so brilliant!"
"Mm-hm," she said nonchalantly. "Today is Day #10."
"Ten?" Sanji repeated. "Has it really been that long? It felt like only a moment, with you!"
"Are you kidding? It's felt like a year." She threw the stick against the sand in disgust.
If Sanji was insulted by this proclamation, he didn't show it. He simply went back to caring for the flame-kissed fish he'd finally managed to catch (he'd never admit it to Nami, but he'd caught them without her spear).
"Just think of all the things that could have happened in ten days," Nami lamented. "Those guys are probably completely lost, for starters. If they haven't been taken into custody by the Marines, or killed by opposing pirates, or something, that is."
Sanji almost added that there was the possibility they didn't even make it through the storm, but decided against it.
"Worst of all, without me there, they'd never see a good money-making opportunity if it bit them on the nose! Even Usopp, and that's a lot of nose to bite."
She flopped back down in the sand, a gesture of defeat. "Ten days. How many more until we get off this place?" It was true; she still refused to believe in the possibility that they'd be stuck there forever. She had more important things to do, things that most certainly didn't involve being stranded with this stupid cook.
"Soon," he guessed.