A/N: Finally began writing a new chapter cause India is in lockdown, so I decided to get back to this fanfic. I hope you all enjoy this Nami themed chapter, and please give me reviews on what I can improve and what you'll like to see! It keeps me going, lol.

E is for the effort they put in to understand her like no one else before...

"Look, Bellmere-san! The first mikan of the season!"

The voice of an excited child Nami and the added cheer of her sister Nojiko sounded out. In their hands, a pretty orange sat nestled comfortably, framed by the cheerful grin of the orange haired girl. Bellmere simply smiled and patted the heads of the two girls who she considered her daughters.

"Uwahh! How pretty, ne, Nami, Nojiko?"

The two chuckled and nodded, smiling joyfully at the female marine.

"Days of peace are really wonderful, na?"

Nami closed her eyes and reminisced slightly about her days before Arlong, and wondered just why it felt so bittersweet, like the smell of ripe mikan. Maybe it has something to do with the trees on the deck, but it always made it smell...

Like home.

Even if she felt content, the lingering hurt in her heart would not go away. But...

"N-Nami..."

The unusual stutter in her normally confident rubbery captain's voice startled her. She steeled herself for some or the other disaster that the entire crew probably assisted in, thanks to the nervous atmosphere of the rest of the crew as well.

"Go on Luffy. It's your fault in the first place." The grumpy swordsman nudged Luffy with the sheath of his precious white sword while the cook stubbed his cigarette with an equally worried look. Meanwhile the sniper was mumbling some absurd story while hiding behind the first mate.

Nami's face shadowed as she prepared herself for the worst, ready to dispel out her punches if they messed up royally.

"Umm.. Usopp and I were playing... And... umm... I accidentally... Umm.. I'm really, really sorry... Nami, we're umm.. sorry." Luffy trailed off, his hand holding something that Nami recognised very well. A bright, orange Mikan.

A wave of immense surprise swept over her as she blinked slowly as her crewmates staring sheepishly at the ground, prepared for any punishment.

She felt like laughing out loud at their humongous concern for such a trivial item, something that Arlong and his buddies would ruin without any thought or remorse.

But she could see clearly, they understood how important the small orange groves were to her, and how they all treated it with utmost care. And they tried their very best to understand her attachment. A truly trying effort from such dumbasses indeed.

"Mattaku, it's the first Mikan of the season. You should have taken better care of it." She huffed out, a smile giving away her true feelings, as it widened as her crewmates visibly deflated.

"Days of peace are really wonderful, ne."

A/N: Meeehhh. I procrastinated as usual, and still made a weird chapter. But, I wanted to show some love towards our adorable koukaishi-san. Now translations for some Japanese words just in case;

Mikan- orange

Mattaku- God's sake (?) (rough translation)