The rain outside the Merry was quiet, a gentle pattering on the deck. You were winding down, and the last thing you needed to do was wash up before going to sleep.

As you approached the bathroom, you heard sniffling and pained gasps. You assumed everybody had gone to sleep, so you opened the door to see who it was. Nami was sitting there, a few large gashes on her arm and bandages in her other.