Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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13. excessive chain
They'd been there for about two weeks when Nami noticed something was terribly wrong with Sanji. She'd notice his glowing declarations towards her were growing thin, and he seemed more inclined not to say anything at all, almost as if he was trying to avoid saying something offensive. He also seemed generally less active--weaker.
"Sanji?"
He looked up at her sitting beside him. Normally such close proximity would send him into amorous verse, especially given that her leg had brushed his arm in the softest of kisses, but today he didn't have more to offer than a, "Huh?"
"Something's the matter."
"Are you all right?"
"I meant with you. What is it?"
"Oh." He looked away. "Nothing."
Nami feigned woe. "Oh, I see. If you feel you can't tell me, then I guess I'll just go." She moved to leave.
He grabbed her arm. "That's not it."
She settled back down. "If you're worrying about troubling me or something, don't bother. I'm so bored and a bit of worry would at least liven things up a little, right?"
Sanji was hesitant, but denying Nami anything she wanted was more painful than just about any alternative he could think of. "I'm out of cigarettes."
"Is that all?"
"I'm sorry," he said. "I always keep some on me, sealed up. You learn to do things like that on the ocean. But I ran out a couple of days ago."
The very thought had honestly never occurred to Nami. Seeing Sanji smoking was as natural as seeing him breathing; she was so used to it she didn't even notice it anymore, and she certainly didn't question it. However, now his supply was gone, and he was going through withdrawal. She supposed even freakishly strong people like him could be defeated by something simple like this.
"Chopper would be pleased," she pointed out, trying to lighten up the situation. "I don't think he approves of your habit."
Sanji managed a small, wry laugh. The withdrawal was making him pessimistic. "If he ever finds out." Not to mention his head was killing him.
Nami planted something firmly over his face, blocking out his vision. It was Luffy's straw hat. "Take a nap or something, why don't you?" she said. "I'll wake you when our rescue ship gets here."
He smiled beneath the hat.