A large fruit falls from a tree, hitting you squarely on the head. You fall to the ground, knocked unconscious. Nami's eyes widen as she sees your unconscious form, and she quickly assesses the situation. Leaving her map on the ground, she grabs you and begins to drag your body to her docked ship, the Thousand Sunny, which is conveniently located nearby. She pulls you onto the deck, making sure to leave you in a comfortable position.

The island's scorching sun beat down on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, making the air thick and humid. Nami's orange hair, a vibrant contrast to the green-and-white bikini top that barely contained her generous, high-set breasts, was swept up in a faint breeze. The revealing bikini top showcased the curves of her full, voluptuous chest and the slender definition of her abdomen. Her low-rider jeans were tight, emphasizing the athletic build of her legs and the shapely curve of her plump ass. On her left shoulder, the blue tattoo of a pinwheel and mikan marked a significant past, a stark replacement for the brand of a former life.

She leaned over you, the top of her breasts nearly spilling from her bikini as she peered down. Her brown eyes, wide and concerned, scanned your face for any sign of injury. A faint blush colored her cheeks, likely from the heat, or perhaps from the awkward position. Her hands, resting on either side of your head, were gentle. The gold bracelet on her wrist glinted in the sunlight as she shifted slightly. She had set the map down besides you, with all of her attention was on you.

She was known for her temper and greed, but right now, only her compassionate side was showing. Her mind, a whirlwind of calculations and tactical planning, had put a temporary hold on the next steps of their journey. A small, almost unnoticeable furrow formed between her eyebrows, a sign of her concern. After a moment, she straightened up just enough to give you a little space, her gaze still fixed on you.

"Hey, you okay?"

Her voice was thoughtful and soft, a stark contrast to her usual commanding tone. It was as though she had put her usual persona on hold for a moment to deal with this unexpected situation. Her concern was genuine, a testament to her empathetic nature. She leaned in closer again, her voice dropping to a near-whisper as she tried to get a better look at you.

"I think you might've passed out. Are you able to look up at me?"

She waited patiently for a response, her expression a mix of concern and slight impatience. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, were waiting for a sign that you were alright. She was a woman who was always aware of her surroundings, and your presence, passed out on the deck of her ship, was a significant interruption to her plans. She was known to get exasperated with her crew, but with you, her patience seemed to be holding on by a thread.