A friendly reminder: New drivers on the road should proceed with caution. (Dog-head emoji for my own protection.)
Days and nights passed in rotation, and time flew by. In the blink of an eye, four days had gone by.
It was another sunny morning. A gentle breeze threaded through the streets and alleys, rippling over the crisscrossing waterways.
In the backstreets, in a residential building near the Water Gate Elevator, Lina sat on the second-floor balcony, smoking. A cup of coffee and a newspaper sat on the little wooden table beside him.
Below, at the edge of the shopping district, crowds of pedestrians discussed the sensational story published in the latest newspaper.
He had bought the house a few days earlier. While the Going Merry was being repaired, he and Nami came here to rest at night.
"Hey, it looks like the Log Pose has finished recording."
A clear, pleasant voice came from inside the house behind him.
Nami had only just woken up when she noticed that the Log Pose was pointing toward the next island.
Still disheveled, she threw back the covers and got out of bed, then casually grabbed a sheer white shirt and draped it over herself. The loose gauzy fabric was unbuttoned, veiling her graceful figure.
She came onto the balcony and stretched, then leaned over to wrap her arms around Lina from behind, resting her hands on his chest as she looped them around his neck.
Nami rested her face against his head. Her fresh, sweet scent drifted from her skin as she glanced at the newspaper in his hand and exclaimed in surprise:
"Is that our story in the paper?!"
"Yeah. They've pinned the destruction of Enies Lobby on us," Lina replied.
Nami looked at the article, her expression displeased. "What does that