Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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16. invincible
"You know," Sanji said one day, something occurring to him behind his awful headache, "I was stranded on an island once before."
"Okay, Usopp." She was half-tempted to ask him to build her that firework.
"No, really." Sanji had forgotten that Nami didn't know the story of how he came to be with Zeff on the Baratie--it had just seemed like he had known her forever. But she had already gone back to Arlong Park before his position on the crew was official. "Me and that shitty old man from the Baratie."
She regarded him with a healthy measure of cynicism.
"I was... nine years old," he said, "still learning how to be a cook." He then recounted for her the whole story, from when Zeff's crew showed up, to the storm, to waking up on the rocky island, all the way to the discovery that Zeff had not only given him all the food, but had gone so far as to sacrifice his own leg, the weapon that had made him feared throughout the seas, essentially giving himself the kiss of death, so that Sanji could live.
"So, you see," he concluded, "this is nothing compared to that. For one thing, there's food here. For another thing, I'd much rather be stranded with someone like you than that old man."
Nami was amazed. She had no idea.
"Everyday, I said, 'Just a few more days. Just a few more days, and someone will come.' And finally, they did."
It was kind of amazing, she reflected. She had always referred to Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji as being freakishly strong. She chalked Luffy's up to the Devil's fruit, and Zoro's to his incessant training at every opportune moment, but it hadn't occurred to her that Sanji's could have started from a situation like this.
"Just a few more days," she said, "and someone will come."