"Eh, Nami?" Something poked the woman's temple – a finger. Her captain's finger, she was sure. If weather prediction was her sixth sense, her seventh would be knowing when her captain was going to give her a headache. Nami, stubbornly, kept her eyes closed.

Luffy apparently interpreted her refusal to respond as her being asleep. A moment later, she could hear him crashing across the deck.

"That tea isn't for you, shitty captain!"

At this, Nami opened her eyes just slightly. Through slits, she confirmed that her teacup remained intact on the table beside her lounge chair. Because while she normally wasn't too bothered by Luffy helping himself to her food and drink, she particularly liked this brew. And a pettier part of her just wanted to make him suffer a little longer by any means possible.

It'd been two days since Nami's maps were scattered to the wind. She'd barely slept since, between drying, repairing, and cataloguing her collection to restack on the shelves. To her immense relief, none appeared to be missing so far. Franky was down at his workbench now, fashioning doors with locks to cover them with.

As compensation for her stress, Luffy had blindly and enthusiastically accepted her claim to the entire haul of treasure they found on their next island. And so, after getting in a few more punches that tossed him around the ship like a rubber ragdoll, Nami finally forgave him.

"Nami," Said her captain again, this time with more of a whine. Her brown eyes opened fully, and she quirked an eyebrow. Luffy was crawling across the deck towards her on all fours, desperate. "When are we gonna get to the next island? I'm so bored."

"I told you already, I don't know. We entered an island climate last night, so hopefully soon."

Luffy seemed unsatisfied by this answer. It was the same one he received from her at lunch. And thinking about lunch only made his stomach gurgle. He wanted food.

"Can we go faster? Nami?" A rubber arm latched onto the back of her chair, whipping Luffy the rest of the way towards her. He crashed into the side of it in a snap and she nearly fell over the opposite armrest on impact. Her seventh sense intensified.

"We're already traveling at full speed, Luffy." Nami had ordered every sail unfurled to help them along. The last part of the journey was often the slowest, because the island atmosphere calmed the winds and leveled the sea. She'd explained this to Luffy multiple times, but some things were just a lost cause.

"What about…" Nami tensed, dread pooling in her stomach. Oh no - Luffy was thinking. He scratched his tangled hair beneath his hat. And then, his eyes widened, and his smile grew until it engulfed the lower half of his face. In Nami's head, alarm bells sounded. "…Franky's cola explosion."

"You mean a Coup de Burst, Luffy-san," Brook informed him, chuckling so deeply his ribcage jingled like keys.

"No, Luffy."

But to Nami's displeasure, her captain's attention was waning. His head turned towards the mezzanine deck, effectively ignoring her.

"Chopper!" Luffy called to the reindeer, who'd just appeared around the corner on his way from the sickbay to the kitchens. He balanced his empty lunch tray with two hooves. At hearing his name, his little ears perked in his domed cap. "Where's Franky?"

Chopper didn't have any idea where Franky was – Chopper had been moving almost exclusively between the sickbay and the boys' sleeping quarters for the past two days and had spoken to the rest of the crew very little. Because inside the sickbay, Chopper's crewmate and dear friend Zoro was lying on a cot, unconscious and unresponsive.

He wasn't sure why no one else was concerned about this. In fact, it made him want to cry more often than not. Tears lined his lower eyelids, even now.

"I said no, Luffy!" Nami shouted, bringing down a fist onto the captain's head. She didn't pay attention to his responding whines, loud as they were. She stood up and headed towards and then past Chopper, hips shimmying, chest bouncing and hair flowing. Sanji and Brook drooled. Under his fur, the reindeer's skin blanched.

Nami, he'd noticed, was being far more temperamental than usual. It worried the doctor to see her so irritated, just as much as it scared him. He would've offered to examine her if the swordsman wasn't currently sleeping in his office.

Because Tony Chopper had made one conclusion already regarding the navigator's illness: for whatever reason, Roronoa Zoro made it worse.

Back in the sickbay, Zoro woke up feeling more rested than he had in years. He blinked slowly, watching a tray of soup and bread come into focus on the bedside table. It was cold now, and he was sure that swirly-brow had spit in it, but he reached out a hand to grab it nonetheless.

He was beginning to feel guilty about Chopper's obvious distress – he suspected the doctor thought he was dying. But some things were better left unsaid, in the swordsman's opinion. Like, for instance, his decision to nap in Chopper's office for some peace and quiet the last two days. Or how he got a scar on his left eye.

Also, sleeping in the sickbay meant Zoro didn't have to deal with Jimbei's earth-rumbling snores on the lower bunk, or swirly-brow sleep talking about the navigator and her voluptuous ass. Or the she-devil in question barging in demanding to know who drank all the alcohol, before waking him up by sending him through a wall with an ungodly left hook.

Tony Chopper's sickbay was like a vacation.

Zoro was halfway through his cold lunch when the door to the sickbay opened again. But it wasn't Chopper that walked in… it was the she-devil navigator. And she was glaring at him.

More specifically, at his bare chest. She wanted him to put on some clothes. Now.

"You're feeling better?" Nami asked, taking a single step into the space. To Zoro's trained ears it sounded more like a threat – if he agreed, she was allowed to beat him again. If he disagreed, she intended to find a different protector before their next big battle. He became an asset deemed worthless and written off. Her ability to make men sweat by asking things disguised as simple questions was something he usually admired about her.

Today, he didn't want to deal with it. Zoro was still in vacation mode.

So being the smart man he was, he opted to say nothing; she could hang off swirly-brow on their next island, for all he cared. With a raised eyebrow that twitched ever-so-slightly at the thought, he chewed on his bread.

"Zoro."

"Mm."

"I asked you a question." Nami flipped her tangerine hair over her shoulder and popped out her hip.

"And I'm ignoring it." The swordsman stood – there was still an opportunity to escape. If he moved fast enough, he could catch the door before it swung shut, locking him with this witch. He balanced his lunch tray in one hand – expertly, easily – and stepped forward, intent on returning it to the kitchens.

He wasn't enjoying Tony Chopper's sickbay, anymore. He'd take swirly-brow over a temperamental navigator, today.

Halfway through the door he was stopped by a long arm and a dainty hand.

It was so slim and pale; he could snap it so easily. The swordsman knew this. But something else far more stubborn willed him to stop before the arm hit his chest.

For a moment, neither of the crew members moved.

"I'll… take that." Nami had swiped the tray from his hands before he could blink. "I'll add this to your tab."

"What tab?" It was a stupid question, really. But Zoro couldn't help but ask it, just to remind himself of his own mortality.

Nami deigned to clarify, as a courtesy to her idiotic grass-haired crewmate. Who really needed to put on a shirt. "I've brought your lunch for the past two days. So that, and cleanup, will cost you… five thousand beri."

"This meal would cost five hundred beri at a restaurant, at most."

"I've added in a service charge."

"I was asleep, woman."

But Zoro's protests went unheard, since Nami had since slipped through the doorway just before it closed. The sickbay door swung on its hinges until it finally settled, and silence reigned.

Zoro would've been annoyed, normally. The woman threw him out of a window and then charged him for meals while he was healing. But he'd also registered the fact that the she-devil brought him food, and it was doing funny things to his stomach. He was stuck in place.

He wondered if she'd poisoned it, and he would actually die soon. With an inhale he made the decision then and there: it was too soon. Zoro refused death, and instead slipped back into the cot, determined to sleep it off.

Nami made it halfway around the mezzanine before her crewmates started shouting.

"Yohoho! Is that an island, I see? Not that I have eyes to see with, Yohoho!"

"Eh, an island? So cool! Sanji, make us an adventure snack."

"Captain Usopp has discovered an island! Captain Usopp has discovered thousands – no, millions – of islands!"

Chopper was noticeably silent while his crew celebrated. He'd exited the kitchen after dropping off his empty tray to find Nami heading towards him carrying one of her own. She was blushing a deep, deep red. Since Chopper took his duties very seriously, he added it to his mental list of the navigator's symptoms.

Little did he know that she didn't realize she passed him – she was too busy burning every visual of the swordman's bare chest from her memory. In her mind just as much as her face, a fire blazed.

Too engulfed in her thoughts and otherwise too sleep-deprived from map repairs, the navigator didn't notice the heavy atmosphere that hung over the island as they approached. It was like a layer of ozone on the surface of the water, and already her and her crewmates were feeling its effects, though they all thought little of it. Their excitement was too great.

Later, she would wish she'd been paying more attention.