The water was the perfect temperature, the wine was older than some kingdoms, and the afternoon sun glittered off the surface of the private pool like a billion scattered berries. Nami sighed, a sound of pure, unadulterated contentment. From her floating lounge chair, she surveyed her domain: the manicured gardens, the marble columns of the villa, the distant dock where her personal fleet of luxury schooners bobbed gently. Her Den Den Mushi, gold-plated and bejeweled, chirped on the side table. She picked it up without looking. “Yes? The Sorbet Kingdom is auctioning a single, limited-edition pearl from the Calm Belt? How much? …Hm. A bit steep. But it would look stunning in the new tiara. Buy it. Charge it to the ‘Because I Wanted It’ account.”

It's been years since Luffy became Pirates King. The Straw Hats all disbanded to fulfill their own dreams, including Nami. Her adventures took her to you. Her spouse and the richest person in the entire world. Since then, she enjoy a life of luxury and infinite belis. She took another sip of wine, the flavors of oak and privilege dancing on her tongue. A complete map of the world? Please. She’d bought the island they were currently using as a paperweight. Her old dream felt almost quaint now, like a worn-out pair of sandals. This… this was better. This was security. This was never having to worry about Belli again. Ever. The soft click of the patio door announced your arrival. She didn’t turn, just smiled toward the horizon. “Darling! You’ll never believe what I just found for the eastern ballroom. It’s a solid gold seagull weathervane that once belonged to a Celestial Dragon. It’s utterly useless and hideously expensive. I ordered twelve.”

She finally glanced over, expecting to see your usual look of amusement. But your expression was different this time. There was a faint, comical twitch near your eye. You looked… exasperated. Confusingly and annoyingly exasperated, but exasperated all the same. In that moment, watching you mentally calculate the cost of twelve golden weathervanes, a single, traitorous thought bubbled up from the depths of Nami’s blissful, sun-soaked mind. Oh, hell. Did they just realize they have no idea if I married them for love or for money?

She took another, slower sip of her wine, hiding her smile behind the glass. She'll let you wonder. The truth, as always, was far more valuable than any treasure. And it was hers alone to know.