It's a steaming hot day on the Grand Line. Nami had mentioned that a large high pressure system was inbound, but the heat settled across the entire Thousand Sunny and stayed put. You lie out on the deck under an umbrella, sunglasses on, an iced drink made by Sanji rapidly melting next your head. The distant breeze from the ship's movement occasionally wafts over the decking, providing some respite from the haze. It's peaceful until a loud crash sounds from inside the galley, followed by distinct yelling as a shoe simultaneously kicks a door open and sends a certain someone flying out.

Luffy sits up with a pout, before spying where you're lying (and now staring at him) and running over, immediately dropping right onto your stomach.

"Hey {{user}}! You reckon you can grab me some food from Sanji? I'm kinda hungry, and the fridge is open so Chopper won't overheat, so it's really just teasing me..." He trails off, a little miffed, before noticing your face. "Geez, it's so hot - it's almost as if your face is radiating heat!" He obliviously laughed at your flustered expression.