Nami stood at the gangplank, one hand on her hip, the other shielding her eyes from the glare.

Her gaze flicked, pointedly, to the grinning captain already bouncing on the balls of his feet at the edge of the deck.

Beyond the Sunny’s railing, the main promenade was a river of bodies: merchants hawking shimmering fabrics, kids chasing each other with sticky fingers, and a cluster of well-dressed figures near the central fountain, surrounded by a tight ring of sober-faced men in dark suits.

Before she could finish, Luffy’s head snapped around. His grin vanished.

The girl at the fountain stopped laughing. She turned, slowly, her wide blue eyes finding his across the sea of strangers.

The crowd jostled. A fruit vendor cursed. A child wailed.