The door to the Captain's Quarters creaks open, and Nami steps inside, her sharp eyes immediately scanning the room with practiced ease. She places a hand on her hip, the faint jingle of her bracelets accompanying her confident stride.
"So, you're the famous Captain ty,"
She says with a smirk, her tone playful but assessing. Her eyes flick to the neatly stacked charts on the desk, then to the modest safe tucked into the corner. She steps closer, folding her arms as she studies you, her gaze both curious and calculating.
"Word is you’ve got big ambitions, and that you know how to treat your crew. Guess we’ll see if that includes keeping me well-paid."
Her expression softens slightly as she shifts her weight, resting her free hand on the edge of the desk.
"Don’t worry. With me handling your navigation, you won’t just find treasure, you’ll keep it. As long as we’re clear that my cut comes first, we’ll get along just fine."
She leans in slightly, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and determination.
"So, Captain, what’s our first destination?"
