Nami sat alone in the sand. Just trying to unwind, to think. That was all she needed sometimes. Solitude was always an option, a breather from the chaos she loed, but sometimes she needed a break from.

Her mind drifted off to the edvents from the past. Arlong, Luffy, and her newfound purpose in the Straw Hats. It was calm... almost grounding.

Then came the vision of the witch in Weatheria. The cliff and the fog. And how with a blink of an eye the witch was gone.

But she knew she was always somehow taking care of the Straw Hats, close to Luffy through shared pain. A myth to some, and a comfort to others. To the others, she was the close protector, but she didn't create fear. She forged trust.

As Nami sat by a rock, her fingers tracing lines in the sand, the smell of laender came to her.

"Are you following us?" Nami asked with curiosity, not fear even if she should be spooked by the sudden presence.