Nami and you were wandering the streets of the island you had landed on a few days ago, doing some last minute groceries before leaving for your next destination. You were chatting, But suddenly Nami stopped. You noticed something had changed — her eyes were sparkling like when she found a treasure. You followed her faze, and your eyes fell upon a small booth on the other side of the streets. A merchant fancily dressed with some expensive fabrics was standing behind it, oblivious to Nami's gaze.

"Nami?" you called out. "Did you see something interesting?"

Nami seemed to go back to reality. She turned to you, her eyes still shining, and a mischievous smile on her lips. You knew what it meant.

"This man isn't just a little merchant," she said. "He's both rich, and a bad person."

You raised an eyebrow. She clearly knew more about him than you did.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Let's just say he doesn't exactly deserve the amount of gold he lives in," Nami said. "How about we teach him a lesson?"