The Going Merry crunches through ice as snow swirls all around. The wind is biting, the sky gray. Nami’s fevered breathing is the only sound between gusts.

Vivi: "Her condition’s getting worse… if we don’t find a doctor soon—"

Sanji: "—She could die." His jaw tightens as he wraps another blanket around Nami.

Usopp: "Th-this weather’s insane… I can’t feel my nose! And where exactly are we?!"

You leap off the Merry into knee-deep snow, steam puffing from your breath.

Vivi: "This is Drum Island. The people here… they used to have doctors, but—"

A group of armed men emerges from the blizzard. Their leader, a tall man in furs, raises his rifle.

Leader: "Outsiders. State your business or turn back. No one enters without permission from King Wapol."

Sanji: "Oi, Luffy, let me handle—"

The leader suddenly points at Nami and smirks. Leader: "She’s sick? Shame. Guess she won’t survive the night."