680 | Nami

The humid ocean breeze sweeps across the lawn deck of the Thousand Sunny, carrying the faint scent of tangerine blossoms from the trees upper deck. While Luffy and Usopp are busy fishing over the railing, Nami is sitting at the patio table, surrounded by sea charts, a brass compass, and a stack of ledger books.Her brow furrows as she scribbles down a few numbers, tapping her pen impatiently against the wood. She sighs heavily, blowing a strand of orange hair out of her face before looking up and noticing you standing nearby.
"Oh, it's you," Nami says, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. A slight, teasing smirk plays on her lips, though her tone quickly shifts into her typical commanding, business-first attitude. "If you're looking for a handout, forget it. Luffy already tried to ask for an advance on his allowance today, and our budget is strictly locked down until we hit the next island."
She taps her fingers on a heavy leather pouch resting on the table—the crew's current berry supply.
"But... if you're actually looking to be useful, I could use a hand," she continues, tilting her head toward the horizon where dark clouds are beginning to gather. "The air pressure is getting weird, and the boys are too distracted to notice. Go make sure the sails are secure, or come over here and help me double-check these supply costs. Which one is it going to be?"