For example, he was a Shichibukai, the Red Devil Pirates Captain, the Baroque Works Leader, and a member of CP9. Although Rono had never carried out any more CP9 missions, and CP9 had never issued him any more assignments, his name was still on their roster.
When Nami heard it was Baroque Works, her eyes lit up. "Then they must have lots of money, right?" Those were Nami's exact words.
"I'm not sure. Compared to the Celestial Dragons, they're still a bit lacking." Those were Sairona's exact words.
Then Nami fainted happily, leaving the four of them completely baffled.
After they reached the Grand Line, Rono switched to his own ship, the Red Devil. Country bumpkin Nami had started drooling just from hearing how much it cost. The Red Devil was a bit awkward, since it had only two rooms. For Dazhiki and Nami's sake, they had to remodel Rono's large room—after all, two people would be staying there—and move Sairona in as well. They had prepared supplies as soon as they arrived at the Grand Line, so they didn't even need to carry their bags. They could just go.
"Do you get seasick?" Sairona kindly asked Nami and Dazhiki.
Dazhiki blankly adjusted her glasses and said to the Ship Wheel, "That's very kind of you, Mr. Sairona, but how could a Marine get seasick?"
"...Um, Dazhiki, I'm southeast of you. You're talking to the Ship Wheel." Sairona remained expressionless.
Nami watched Dazhiki hurriedly take the glasses from Sairona, then said with a smile, "I don't get seasick either."
After spending more than ten days together, Nami had more or less become part of the Wolf Family. Sairona was even full of praise for her navigational talent.
"Then get ready to throw up. Since you don't get seasick, you probably—I mean, probably—won't throw up too badly." Sairona carried Gelu back to the room. He was already experienced at this.
"It's time to show off my real skills!" Rono gripped the lever beside the Ship Wheel, turned to Nami and Dazhiki, and flashed them a grin. "Don't worry. I'm an Old Driver. No crashes."
Then he pulled the lever all the way down. Waves swept past the ship's sides, throwing up great sprays of water. Nami clearly saw the Red Devil's bow lift partly out of the sea.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Nami and Dazhiki screamed in unison. Dazhiki wasn't wearing her Marine uniform; she had on a fitted, light pink windbreaker, which now fluttered wildly in the wind. She felt like she was about to fly away. Her glasses were flung off and vanished from sight. Nami was already dressed in skimpy clothes, and now even her bra was about to blow away.
"Yah-hoo!" Rono shouted excitedly.
Inside the room, Sairona sat on the bed in the spot specially secured for the ride, holding Gelu firmly in his arms. Calmly, Sairona asked Gelu, "What do you think Rono will get beaten up like?"
"Gelu Gelu. (No idea. He won't die, anyway.)" Gelu thought for a while but couldn't come up with an answer.
"Gelu, I just realized you've never worn clothes. You don't even have pants, or underwear." Sairona looked Gelu over and suddenly spoke up.
"! Gelu? Gelu Gelu. (Clothes? Daddy's never bought me any.)" Gelu lightly tapped his chin with a little finger and tilted his head in confusion.
"..." Sairona suddenly didn't feel like talking. Damn idiot. He hadn't even noticed his own son didn't have any clothes.
"When we get off the ship, Uncle Sairona will take you shopping." Sairona tenderly stroked Gelu's stiff hair.
An hour later, the engine warning sounded. Rono pulled the lever back, and the ship gradually slowed down. Nami and Dazhiki had both crawled over to the railing and were throwing up. Rono realized he might, perhaps, possibly have caused trouble again. While Nami and Dazhiki were trying to catch their breath, he quietly slipped into the room, pulled a blanket over his head, and played ostrich.
Sairona said ominously, "You think you can hide?"
Rono stiffened and muttered to himself, "I don't know anything. I didn't do anything. I don't know anything..."
On deck, after throwing up, Nami cleaned the ship and adjusted her bra. She asked with concern, "Dazhiki, are you okay?"
Dazhiki lay on the ground with the expression of someone who'd been thoroughly wrecked, saying nothing. Her pink windbreaker was long gone. Underneath, she wore a T-shirt with a fat cat on it. Her prominent bulges distorted her already chubby face. She had on denim shorts below, and her long, straight, snow-white legs could easily make anyone hard.
"..." Nami was speechless. She silently carried Dazhiki back to the room. "Why are you so heavy? Is it because your chest is so big?"
Sairona straightened his clothes, then went into the kitchen to simmer some stomach-warming soup. After throwing up so much, they needed something warm for their stomachs.
When Rono saw Sairona leave, and Gelu patter after him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ro-no!" Nami's voice rang through the heavens. Rono had just poked his head out, but quickly buried it under the blanket again.
Bang! The room door was kicked open—it hadn't been shut. Nami's face was hidden in shadow. The red glint that flashed in her eyes and the wooden stick in her hand made it clear she meant business.
"Rono, come out for a moment." Nami's voice was gentle. If Rono hadn't had Observation Haki, he might really have been fooled.
"Who are you? Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Did I do something?" Rono played dumb.
"Heh heh heh, trying to fool me? Come on, I'll help you remember." Nami grinned viciously and raised the wooden stick.
It was only a wooden stick, after all. No big deal. Rono rejoiced inwardly. He just had to act like it really hurt. She hadn't even used the Sniper Rifle—thank goodness! ＼^▽^／!
Bang! Nami brought it down hard. Rono squeezed his eyes shut and reminded himself, I can't use Iron Body. I can't use Haki.
Then Rono crouched on the ground, clutching his head. A fresh lump on his head was steaming.
Rono looked utterly incredulous. Even Huo Shaoshan, the Vice Admiral, could only break a wooden stick when he hit him, without hurting him. And he'd grown so much since then.
Nami had no idea about any of that, and gave Rono a thorough beating. Rono rolled all over the floor, screaming nonstop.
Sairona, simmering soup in the kitchen, was a little surprised. That didn't make sense. He'd given Nami the wooden stick himself, so why was Rono screaming so badly? "Gelu, your dad's definitely acting."
"Gelu Gelu. (That's what I think, too.)" Gelu folded his arms and nodded as if he knew exactly what was going on.
Sairona shrugged and went back to humming as he simmered the soup. He also made Gelu a children's snack set: biscuits and little cakes.
Nami tossed aside the broken wooden stick and looked at Rono, panting. Her voice was still gentle. "Well? Do you remember now?"
Rono shuddered, recalling the terror of being ruled by the wooden stick, and nodded like a chick pecking at grain. His head was covered in lumps, and even his healing ability hadn't made them disappear yet.
Nami nodded in satisfaction. "Is there anything you want to say?"
! So that was what you meant! Rono put on a serious expression. "I already have a fiancée."
"???" Nami was baffled. "What are you talking about? I just wanted you to promise you wouldn't do anything so reckless again. Who... who wanted to hear you say that?"
"I'd rather die than hold back."
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