THE ANCHOR
Nami's boots barely made a sound as she followed Zoro through the labyrinth of narrow alleys, his hand still loosely gripping hers to ensure she didn't fall behind. Shadows stretched and curled around them, the faint hum of distant voices and clinking armor a constant reminder of the patrols that prowled nearby.
Her mind raced, her irritation growing with every turn they took. She wasn't entirely sure why she had trusted Zoro to lead them out of the chaos. Of all people, he was the last person she should've relied on for guidance.
She yanked her hand free, stopping abruptly. "Zoro, we're going in circles," she said, her voice low but edged with irritation.
He glanced over his shoulder at her, unbothered. "We're not going in circles," he said, his tone calm.
"We just passed that cart full of broken barrels five minutes ago," Nami snapped, pointing toward a nearby pile of debris.
Zoro frowned, turning to look at the cart in question, then grunted. "Tch. Must've been a similar one."
"Or," Nami hissed, stepping closer, "it's because you have the world's worst sense of direction!"
He crossed his arms, his posture relaxed despite the accusation. "We haven't been caught yet, have we?"
"That's not the point!" Nami shot back, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "And why didn't you stay and fight with Sanji and Luffy? You're not exactly the type to back away from a brawl."
Zoro's expression hardened slightly, though his voice remained even. "Because the important thing was getting you out of there," he said simply.
Nami blinked, momentarily stunned into silence. She searched his face, trying to decipher the weight behind his words. There was no teasing smirk, no dismissive quip—just quiet conviction.
"Besides," Zoro continued, turning to glance down the next alleyway, "with Luffy around, they don't need my help. He's probably having the time of his life back there."
She let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Well, you're not wrong about that," she muttered.
Zoro shot her a sidelong glance. "So, what happened? How did you manage to get into that mess?"
"It wasn't me," Nami said quickly, crossing her arms. "It was Luffy. He wandered off, saw some guards harassing a group of fairies, and decided to... intervene."
Zoro snorted softly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Sounds about right."
"Yeah, well, it nearly got us all caught," Nami grumbled. "And now we're sneaking around in the dark because of it."
They fell into silence for a while, the tension of their situation weighing heavily on both of them. Nami's thoughts drifted to the rest of the group. "Where are the others?" she asked finally, her voice quieter.
"They saw the commotion and scattered," Zoro said. "The plan is to regroup at the edge of the city."
Nami frowned, her mind turning over the implications of his words. "If everyone's hiding, why are we wandering through the streets instead of heading back?"
"I'm working on it," Zoro said, glancing at her.
She raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "Working on it? You don't even know where the village is, do you?"
Zoro's silence was answer enough.
Nami groaned, pressing her palm to her forehead. "Unbelievable," she muttered. "We're going to get caught because of your stupid sense of direction."
"We're not getting caught," Zoro said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Nami exhaled sharply, her frustration mounting. "Fine," she muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "I know the way to the village."
Zoro stopped, turning to face her. "Then why are we still standing here?" he asked, his tone calm but edged with impatience.
"Because," Nami hissed, her eyes narrowing, "if we just run around like headless chickens, they'll spot us in no time."
"Don't you know some kind of magic that could help?"
Nami blinked, caught off guard by the suggestion. "Magic...?" she echoed, her mind racing.
"Yeah," Zoro said, his tone casual as if he'd just stated the obvious. "You're supposed to be some big-deal witch now, right?"
The words stung, not because of their tone, but because he was right. It was obvious, and she cursed herself for not thinking of it sooner. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she straightened, rifling through her memory for something useful.
After a moment, she nodded. "There's a spell Isolde taught me. It'll make us harder to see, but we'll have to stay close. Really close."
Zoro raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for her to explain further.
Nami bit her lip, her cheeks heating up at what she was about to suggest. She cleared her throat. "You'll need to carry me," she said quickly, crossing her arms and bracing for the inevitable protest. "It'll be faster that way."
Zoro's expression didn't change.
She frowned, waving her hand impatiently. "Come on, just complain already. Like you did in Alabasta, when—"
Before she could finish, Zoro stepped forward, effortlessly scooping her up in a bridal style carry as if she weighed nothing.
Her words died in her throat as her arms instinctively went around his neck to steady herself. She stared up at him, wide-eyed and speechless, her face heating. "W-What are you doing?"
"You said to carry you," Zoro replied, his tone flat as he adjusted his grip for comfort. "So I'm carrying you. Stop squirming."
Nami blinked at him, stunned by his lack of complaint. She had expected grumbles, snide remarks, maybe even outright refusal. But this? The ease with which he held her, like it was the most natural thing in the world, threw her completely off balance.
Shaking herself, she managed to focus. "Fine. But at least let me cast the spell before you start moving!"
"Go ahead," Zoro said, his eye scanning the darkened streets as he stood perfectly still.
Nami closed her eyes, drawing the spell to the forefront of her mind. Isolde's words echoed clearly: "To blend into the shadows, you must let them embrace you. Speak the incantation, and your presence will waver like mist in the night."
She whispered the chant under her breath, the unfamiliar syllables tingling on her tongue. A faint shimmer surrounded them, the air rippling like heat waves. The shadows around them seemed to deepen, curling and shifting until they cloaked them completely.
"Done," Nami said, opening her eyes to see the effect. "We'll still need to be quiet, but this should keep us out of sight."
"Good," Zoro said, and without warning, he started running.
"Wait—!" Nami yelped, clutching his shoulder tightly as the sudden movement jolted her.
The wind rushed past them as Zoro darted through the alley, his footsteps impossibly light for someone carrying another person. For a moment, Nami was almost impressed—until she realized the direction he was heading.
"You're going the wrong way!" she hissed, her voice low but urgent.
Zoro didn't even slow down. "Then tell me where to go."
"Left!" Nami said, gripping him tighter as he swerved sharply.
She gritted her teeth, her mind racing to keep up with their surroundings as she directed him. Despite his usual terrible sense of direction, Zoro's movements were smooth and deliberate, his breathing steady even as he carried her weight.
The rhythmic sound of Zoro's steady steps filled the silence between them, the soft rustle of his cloak adding to the muffled world they now inhabited under the protection of Nami's spell. Her cheek brushed against his chest as she shifted slightly to glance over his shoulder, her gaze darting to catch any signs of movement in the surrounding shadows.
But her eyes didn't linger long on their surroundings. They drifted back to Zoro. His face was set in calm determination, his brows furrowed slightly, but there was no tension in his expression—just focus.
The sharp angles of his face caught the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the narrow alleyways, his expression set in quiet determination. There was no hesitation in his actions, no sign of frustration despite her earlier complaints. For a fleeting moment, she felt an familiar warmth spread through her chest.
This is ridiculous, she thought, shaking her head slightly to clear it. It's just Zoro. He probably doesn't even realize how weird this is.
Her fingers tightened instinctively around his shoulder as he turned sharply at her whispered direction. "Right," she murmured, her voice quieter now.
Zoro didn't question her, following her guidance without hesitation. His pace was relentless but smooth, his movements efficient despite the weight he carried.
He really isn't complaining, she realized, a flicker of curiosity tugging at her thoughts. It was so unlike him not to gripe about something. Where was the sarcastic comment about her being a "helpless navigator"? The grumbled protests about being made to carry her?
It was unsettling in a way she couldn't quite place.
The alley ahead grew narrower, and she adjusted herself slightly in his arms to glance ahead. The movement brought her closer to him, and she couldn't ignore the way her heart skipped a beat as his arm shifted slightly, holding her more securely.
"Left," she said softly.
He turned without a word, his grip never faltering.
Her mind churned with conflicting thoughts as they moved deeper into the maze. The logical part of her reminded her that this was nothing. Just a tactical decision—practicality over pride. But another part of her, the one she didn't have the energy to silence, found itself lingering on the way he moved, the steady strength of his hold, the way he seemed so unbothered by it all.
When they finally reached a quieter stretch of alley, the guards' voices fading further into the distance, Zoro slowed, glancing down at her.
"Where now?" he asked, his voice low and even.
Nami hesitated for just a moment, the spell's hum still soft in the air between them. "Straight, then another left," she said, clearing her throat.
As Zoro moved again, she let her gaze linger on him for just a moment longer, her thoughts a whirl of contradictions.
Whatever this was—this strange calm she felt in his arms—it wouldn't last. But for now, she allowed herself to sink into the fleeting security, knowing that Zoro, in his infuriating, steadfast way, wouldn't let anything happen to her.
Her lips twitched into a small smile. "You're going to owe me for all the trouble this has caused," she muttered, not reallty refering to the night's events.
Zoro's lips quirked slightly, the hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "Trouble?" he said, his voice low and steady. His gaze remained focused on the path ahead, but his tone carried a subtle undercurrent that made Nami's cheeks warm. "If you wanted me to carry you, all you had to do was ask."
Nami's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as she bristled. "Excuse me?!" she hissed, her voice rising slightly before she remembered to keep quiet.
Zoro finally glanced down at her, his expression calm but with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "What? You're the one talking about owing you for the trouble," he said, his smirk deepening just enough to be noticeable. "Just saying—it doesn't seem like you're in too much of a hurry to get down."
Nami's mouth opened and closed, words failing her as her indignation warred with the realization that, annoyingly, he wasn't entirely wrong.
"You—!" she began, but before she could finish, Zoro slowed to a stop, the sounds of the city giving way to the rustle of leaves and the faint calls of nighttime creatures.
The maze of alleys opened into the edge of the forest, the darkness of the trees stretching out before them like a protective curtain. Standing just beyond the treeline were the familiar shapes of Elara, Robin, and Brook, their figures faintly illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the canopy above.
Robin was the first to notice them, her sharp gaze flickering over Nami and Zoro. A small smile curved her lips as her eyes lingered just a moment longer than necessary. "Took you long enough," she said, her voice light with amusement.
Elara stepped forward, her expression more focused. "We were beginning to worry," she said, though there was no reprimand in her tone. "The patrols have been heavier than usual."
Brook tipped his hat with a dramatic flourish, his tone as cheerful as ever. "Yohoho, glad to see you both made it! Though I must say, you look very cozy, Nami-san!"
Nami's cheeks burned as she immediately pushed against Zoro's chest. "Put me down!" she hissed, her earlier irritation flaring back to life.
Without a word, Zoro obliged, setting her down with infuriating ease as though she weighed nothing at all. He raised an eyebrow as she brushed herself off, but didn't comment further.
From the side, Emmerich's sharp eyes narrowed as he watched the scene. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression screaming discomfort. "Everything alright?" he asked, his tone clipped, though it was clear his question was more directed at Nami than anyone else.
"We're fine," Nami said quickly, brushing off her cloak and avoiding his gaze. "It just took longer than expected to get out of the city."
Zoro grunted, his focus already shifting to the group. "We're here now. What's the plan?"
Emmerich let out a small sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he gestured toward the forest. "Rayner's on his way with the rest of your crew. Jinbei mapped out some of the underground channels earlier, and they're using those to avoid detection. If all goes well, they'll meet us back at the village within the hour."
Robin nodded thoughtfully. "Smart. The patrols have been swarming the main streets tonight. The channels are a safer route."
Nami glanced at Emmerich, noting the way his jaw tightened slightly as his gaze flickered back to Zoro. The swordsman, oblivious—or perhaps simply uninterested—leaned casually against a nearby tree, his arms crossed as he surveyed the area.
"How are the channels holding up?" Nami asked, trying to redirect the conversation.
"They're stable," Emmerich replied, his tone more focused now. "But they're not without risks. Some sections are prone to flooding, and there's evidence of magical traps in certain areas. That's why Rayner insisted on leading the way himself."
"Figures," Zoro muttered. "That guy always has to be in the thick of things."
Emmerich's gaze flickered to him briefly, his expression unreadable. "He takes his responsibilities seriously."
"Don't we all," Zoro said dryly, pushing off the tree and glancing toward the path ahead. "Let's get moving. No point in waiting around for the patrols to catch up."
Nami nodded, falling into step beside Elara as the group prepared to head into the forest.
The forest closed in around them, its shadows dense and cool under the pale moonlight. Nami kept her hood up, her thoughts swirling as the group moved quietly along the worn path. Every crack of a twig or rustle of leaves set her on edge, though she fought to keep her nerves in check.
She couldn't help but think about the chaos they'd left behind in the city. If they had been caught—if she had been caught—it would've been disastrous. Seraphine's guards weren't just soldiers; they were tools of fear, and any hint of rebellion would've sent them digging deeper.
And if Seraphine found out who she really was…
Nami bit her lip, shaking her head as if to physically dispel the thought. She couldn't let herself spiral. Not now. They'd gotten out, and that had to be enough.
The group finally emerged into a small clearing, the faint scent of earth and metal reaching Nami's nose. She recognized the spot immediately—it was where they had regrouped before entering the city. Zoro moved ahead of the group, his sharp eyes scanning the area.
"Still here," he muttered, his voice low with relief as he approached the base of a large oak tree. Propped against its trunk were his three swords, the faint shimmer of a magical barrier fading as he stepped closer.
"Elara's spell held up," Robin observed with a small smile.
Zoro grunted in acknowledgment, his hand reaching out to retrieve his swords. He inspected each one briefly before sliding them back into place at his side. When he reached Enma, his movements slowed, his expression momentarily unreadable as he adjusted the sword's position.
Nami's gaze lingered on him, her thoughts drifting involuntarily. Hiyori. The name floated to the surface of her mind, unbidden.
She imagined Hiyori's reaction if she had seen the way Zoro had carried her earlier— without hesitation, as though it were second nature to him.
She probably wouldn't be thrilled, Nami thought, her brow furrowing slightly. Her arms crossed as she turned away, brushing the thought aside. Not that it matters. It was just a tactical decision. Nothing more.
Nami frowned slightly, her hands tightening around her cloak as she forced herself to look away. Why am I even thinking about this? she chastised herself, shaking her head.
"Everything's in place," Zoro said, his voice breaking through her thoughts as he turned back to the group. He seemed more grounded now, as though the weight of his swords had restored something in him.
"Good," Emmerich said, stepping forward. His tone was clipped, focused. "Once Rayner and the rest of your crew arrive, you'll need to head straight to Veilwood. No delays."
Nami's brow furrowed as she turned to him. "Veilwood?"
Emmerich nodded, his expression grim. "It's only a matter of time before Seraphine's forces connect what happened in the city to the village. They'll send their soldiers to investigate, and if you're still there, it'll put everyone at risk."
Nami's gaze flickered toward him, her jaw tightening. "Then we'll leave before that happens," she said, her voice steady despite the knot of unease twisting in her chest. "The last thing we want is to draw them here."
Emmerich nodded, though the weight of responsibility lingered in his eyes. His expression hardened, and he took a step closer to her. "We'll handle it," he said, his voice carrying an unexpected depth. "This is our fight, too. But the best thing you can do is stay out of their reach." He paused, his gaze locking on hers. "You're too important to lose."
The words hung in the air like a plea, their weight unmistakable. For a brief moment, Nami was caught off guard by the intensity of his tone, her breath hitching slightly. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could find the words, movement to her right drew her attention.
Zoro had shifted his stance, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on Emmerich. There was no mistaking the edge in his sharp, assessing look, and the tension between the two men was palpable. Zoro didn't say a word, but his silence was pointed, heavy.
Nami's brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes darting between the two. What was that? Zoro rarely paid attention to Emmerich unless absolutely necessary, and now he was watching him as though weighing something in his mind.
"Enough standing around," Elara interjected, her voice calm but purposeful. She gestured toward the path leading back to the village. "If you're heading to Veilwood, you'll need to prepare. Supplies, clothes, whatever you'll need to stay there and far from Seraphine's soldiers."
Robin stepped forward, "Elara's right. The sooner we're ready to move, the better."
Brook nodded, his skeletal frame animated as ever. "Yohoho! Nothing like a late-night escape to keep the spirits lively!"
Emmerich's gaze lingered on Nami for just a moment longer before he stepped back, the tension in his posture softening slightly. "We'll make sure the village is ready to weather whatever comes," he said, his tone returning to its usual measured cadence.
Nami exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Alright," she said, her voice regaining its usual steadiness. "Let's get to it."
As the group began moving back toward the village, Zoro fell into step beside Nami, his pace steady and unhurried. She glanced up at him, searching his face for a clue to whatever had passed between him and Emmerich, but his expression was its usual stoic mask.
She frowned slightly, her curiosity nagging at her, but decided against asking. For now, there were more immediate concerns—like getting out of the village and into Veilwood before Seraphine's forces could catch up.
But the weight of Emmerich's words, and the tension that had followed them, lingered in her mind like a puzzle waiting to be solved.
The village streets were eerily quiet, lit only by the faint glow of lanterns swaying gently in the cool night breeze. Nami and Robin exchanged a quick glance, silently agreeing to break off from the group. They moved with purpose, their boots crunching softly against the dirt path as they made their way toward Isolde's small home at the edge of the village.
Isolde was seated by a low table cluttered with books and crystals when they arrived. She looked up as they entered, her calm expression shifting to one of concern.
"You're back," she said softly, rising with deliberate grace. "I take it things didn't go as planned."
"Not exactly," Nami said, lowering her hood. "Let's just say the city will be talking about us for a while."
Robin smirked faintly. "And not for the right reasons."
Isolde's gaze sharpened, but she didn't press further. Instead, she gestured for them to sit. "What do you need?"
Nami leaned against the table, her tone practical. "We're heading out, but we need to grab a few things first."
"Where are you going?" Isolde asked, studying her.
"Veilwood," Nami replied, her voice firm.
Isolde's calm demeanor didn't falter, though her gaze sharpened with understanding. "If you're going to Veilwood," she said, "you'll need to be prepared. It's likely you'll be there for at least a few days, maybe longer."
Without waiting for a response, she moved toward a wooden chest in the corner of the room, pulling it open to reveal an assortment of supplies. "Let's start with the essentials."
Nami and Robin exchanged a glance before stepping forward to help. Isolde pulled out two small, sturdy travel bags and began filling them with items: bundles of herbs, small jars of salves, and other practical necessities.
"You'll need hygiene supplies," Isolde said, setting down brushes, soaps, and cloths. "The water in Veilwood is clean, but it's best to bring your own tools."
Nami nodded, packing the items into her bag while Robin sorted through a stack of folded clothes.
Isolde picked up a small, ornate mirror with a silver frame carved into delicate vines and leaves. She held it out to Nami, her expression serious. "This is a communication mirror. If you find you need something, use it to speak with me. Just touch the glass and call my name. The magic will connect us briefly."
Nami took the mirror, her fingers tracing the intricate designs. "That's... handy," she admitted, carefully placing it in her bag.
Isolde walked to another shelf and pulled out a small leather pouch tied with a sturdy string. She opened it carefully, revealing a handful of flat, round stones, each etched with a simple rune. The stones emitted no glow or magical aura, but their smooth, polished surfaces hinted at careful craftsmanship.
"These are Trailstones," Isolde explained, holding one up between her fingers. "They're enchanted to mark paths or leave subtle signals for allies. If you place one on the ground and tap it twice, it will emit a faint warmth for anyone connected to you—people you trust or are bonded with. It won't shine or attract attention, but anyone searching will feel the warmth when they're close."
Nami tilted her head, examining the stone Isolde handed her. It was surprisingly light, the rune etched into it simple but elegant. "So it's like a magical breadcrumb?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Exactly," Isolde said, nodding. "It's practical for splitting up or finding your way back to a specific spot. You can also use them to leave warnings—tap it three times, and it will grow cold instead, signaling danger ahead."
Robin took one from the pouch and ran her fingers over the rune, her sharp eyes gleaming with interest. "This could be incredibly useful."
"They're reusable," Isolde added. "When you pick one up again, it resets. Just don't lose them—they only work for those who've been given them directly."
Nami slipped a few Trailstones into her bag, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Simple, practical, and subtle. I like it."
Isolde's lips curved into a faint smile. "Sometimes the smallest tools can make the biggest difference. Use them wisely."
Robin nodded thoughtfully. "This will make it easier to coordinate if we're separated. Thank you, Isolde."
As Isolde explained the tool, Nami's thoughts had wandered briefly to the strange sign she had seen earlier that night—the Market of Dreams. The words etched on the plaque, the eerie aura of the place, and the lingering unease it left her with gnawed at her curiosity.
"Isolde," she began hesitantly, "do you know anything about the Market of Dreams?"
Isolde froze for a moment before setting down the cloth she'd been folding. Her expression darkened slightly as she turned to face Nami. "That place," she said, her voice quieter now, "is dangerous. People go there searching for rare and powerful items, but the cost is always far greater than they expect."
Nami's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
Isolde sighed, leaning against the edge of the table. "The price for what they sell isn't money. It's your dreams—your deepest ambitions, your hopes, sometimes even your will to live. For those who can't bear to part with their dreams, they might be able to bargain with emotions instead—joy, love, passion—but even that is a dangerous trade. The Market is never a fair deal, no matter what it offers."
Nami frowned, the weight of Isolde's words settling over her. She thought back to the ominous sign and the way the air around the shop had felt suffocating. Yet, the mention of bargaining lingered in her mind, a thread of intrigue she refused to tug on in front of Robin or Isolde. "That's... unsettling," she said simply, keeping her voice neutral.
Isolde's gaze softened slightly, and she placed a hand on Nami's shoulder. "Promise me you won't go near that place. It's not worth the risk."
Nami nodded, though her curiosity still smoldered quietly. "I won't," she said, and Isolde seemed satisfied enough to move on.
Before they could finish packing, Isolde stopped suddenly and turned to Nami. "Don't forget Aurora's grimoire," she said, her tone firm.
Nami blinked, her thoughts snapping back to the present. "Right," she said quickly, moving to the side table where the grimoire rested. The leather-bound book gave off a faint aura of magic, its weight familiar in her hands as she picked it up.
"That book holds more than just spells," Isolde reminded her. "It's a connection to your lineage—and to the power you're still learning to wield. Don't leave it behind."
Nami nodded, carefully tucking the grimoire into her bag. It fit snugly alongside the mirror and the Trailstones, its presence grounding her in a way she couldn't quite explain.
"Thank you," she said softly, meeting Isolde's eyes.
"Take care," Isolde replied, her voice warm but serious. "And remember, you're not alone in this. Veilwood is safe, but you'll still need to be cautious."
Robin slung her bag over her shoulder, her calm expression reassuring. "We'll manage," she said confidently, stepping toward the door.
Nami followed, her hand tightening on the strap of her bag as they stepped into the cool night air. The quiet hum of the village surrounded them, and she glanced once more at the edge of the forest. Veilwood awaited them, its magical protection their only shield from Seraphine's forces.
As they moved to rejoin the group, Nami's mind flickered back to the Market of Dreams and the heavy warning Isolde had given. For now, it was just a lingering thought—but she couldn't shake the feeling that the place held secrets she might need one day.
The faint rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of insects filled the cool night air as Nami and Robin approached the meeting point. The group's tense energy eased slightly when familiar voices reached their ears. Emerging from the shadows, Rayner led the rest of the Straw Hats—Luffy, Sanji, Chopper, Usopp, Franky, and Jinbei—through the dense forest path.
Nami exhaled a long, quiet breath of relief at the sight of her crewmates, her hand tightening briefly on the strap of her bag. Everyone seemed unharmed, though the strain of the night was evident in their faces and the scuff marks on their clothes.
"Finally," she muttered under her breath, stepping forward as Luffy waved enthusiastically.
"Oi, Nami!" Luffy called out, his grin as bright as ever, completely unfazed by the chaos he'd caused earlier. Chopper trotted at his side, looking relieved, while Usopp nervously glanced over his shoulder as if expecting guards to materialize from the trees at any moment.
Rayner's sharp gaze swept over the group, his expression grim. "This entire ordeal was a mistake," he began, his tone clipped. "The commotion you caused in the city has drawn far too much attention to our plans. Seraphine's forces will be mobilizing, and we've lost the advantage of subtlety."
Sanji frowned, his arms crossed. "Look, I get that things didn't go perfectly, but—"
Rayner cut him off, his voice rising slightly. "Perfectly? That was far from perfect. It was reckless. We can't afford this kind of exposure, especially not now."
Nami's patience frayed as Rayner turned his attention to Luffy, who was idly swatting at a firefly without a care in the world. "And you," Rayner said sharply, his tone heavy with disapproval, "need to start thinking about the consequences of your actions. You can't just charge into situations like this without—"
"Enough," Nami interrupted, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. She stepped forward, her expression hard. "What's done is done, Rayner. We can sit here and lament all the mistakes we made, or we can focus on what actually matters—keeping ahead of Seraphine's forces and getting to Veilwood before things escalate."
Rayner's jaw tightened, but he didn't immediately respond. The silence between them was thick, but Nami didn't back down, her eyes locked firmly on his. She didn't have time for his rigid lectures—not when their next steps were crucial.
Without waiting for his response, she turned on her heel and gestured to her crewmates. "Come on. We're wasting time."
Luffy immediately fell into step behind her, his grin unshaken, while Sanji, Chopper, and the rest of the Straw Hats followed without hesitation. Robin shot a knowing glance at Rayner as she passed, her expression unreadable but faintly amused.
The Straw Hats moved deeper into the forest, the towering trees forming a canopy so dense that only faint traces of moonlight filtered through. The air was cool and thick with the earthy scent of moss and leaves, and the occasional rustle of nocturnal creatures added to the atmosphere.
Luffy walked near the front of the group, his straw hat bouncing with every step. His excitement was palpable, his energy completely out of place in the somber silence of the forest. "This is so cool!" he exclaimed, spinning in place to take in the towering trees. "Do you think there are any big animals here? Or maybe giant fruits? Ooh, what if we find—"
"Luffy," Nami said sharply, her tone cutting through his chatter like a whip. "Can you not?"
Luffy blinked, looking at her with wide eyes. "What? I'm just—"
"Just making noise," Nami snapped, her irritation bubbling over. "This isn't an adventure, Luffy. It's not a game. We can't afford for you to wander off or get distracted right now."
Luffy's grin faltered, his expression shifting to something uncharacteristically apologetic. "Sorry, Nami," he said, scratching the back of his head.
Nami sighed, her frustration softening just slightly. She waved a hand dismissively. "Just stay close and don't make this harder than it already is."
"I won't wander off," Luffy said with a small, sheepish grin. "Promise."
The group pressed on, the atmosphere growing quieter as they moved deeper into the forest. The dense trees cast long shadows across the narrow path, and the faint noises of the village had long since faded into silence. The further they walked, the darker the surroundings became, until even the faintest outline of the path began to disappear.
a/n: Hello there!
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