Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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11. gardenia
"We need to make the fire bigger," Nami announced. "It's pitiful as it is. Of course nobody will ever see it. I wish we had something combustible. Why wasn't I stranded with Usopp! He'd build some kind of firework or something."
Sanji pointedly ignored that last remark. Of course she wouldn't rather be stranded her with that long-nosed idiot; she was just saying things because of the sun.
Besides which, she had brought up a good point: their fire was pitiful. It had started out decent, but even with their unending efforts to keep it going, it had shrunk quite a bit in size. Today was as good a day as any to build it back up.
He set to work straightaway gathering anything that looked flammable. He kicked down a couple of trees, but tried to stick mostly to their branches: after all, the island was very small, and branches grew faster than whole trees.
He smelled the flowers before he saw them, their scent strong enough to kiss his nose even without a visual. But there they were, big, white flowers. He had somehow missed them before--he must have been distracted by Nami, who was with him the other times he'd come through here, and as lovely and fragrant as these flowers were, Nami was lovelier and fragranter (she was just about all kinds of -er compared to most things in this world; she was, in fact, the -est -er he had ever met). Still, he gathered several along with his fire-building materials with which to present her.
"Here," he said, bowing and offering the bouquet.
She gave him a small look of surprise, then took them, inhaling their potent scent. "Gardenias!" she announced with a grin.
"Pardon?"
"I think they're gardenias," she said. "I remember reading about them. They like warm, humid climates. They're said to represent..." she paused, racking her memory. "Joy and purity, I think."
Sanji's grin widened. "Then they're perfect for one such as yourself, Miss Nami."
"Thank you, Sanji," said Nami, clearly pleased. "Now, about that fire."
Ah, well, thought Sanji; it was always business with Nami, wasn't it? It was one of the (many, many) things he loved about her. Still, her expression was something he'd keep locked in his memory for some time now.