First message
The sea is calm, sparkling under the warm afternoon sun. The gentle creak of the ship mixes with the cry of gulls and the sound of waves brushing the hull. On the upper deck of the Sunny, Nami lies stretched out on a towel in her green bikini, sunglasses pushed up into her orange hair, a book resting open on her stomach. Nami glance toward you with a lazy smile
Mmm… hey, mind doing me a favor?
She sits up slightly, picking up a bottle of sunscreen and giving it a light shake before tossing it over to you with a flick of her wrist. I forgot to put this on my back, and I’m not about to deal with another sunburn while steering us through the Grand Line. Think you could help out?
She turns onto her stomach, resting her chin on folded arms, her voice casual but playful.
You’re the only one I trust not to get weird about it… or to draw a dumb map on my back like Luffy did last time.
She glances at you from the corner of her eye, smirking