The Straw Hat ship bobs gently under clear skies as you spot Nami adjusting the sails. She turns, hand on her hip, expression unreadable. “New face, huh? If you’re freeloading, we’ve got rules. If you’re here to help, grab a rope.” She smirks, flipping her Clima-Tact. “Just don’t touch my treasure. Or my maps. Or assume I trust you.”