"Sirona, where's Weather Island?" Rono lay sprawled on the deck like a salted fish, basking in the sun.
Sirona rolled his eyes. How would I know if you're asking me? A Log Pointer could only record directions; he'd never heard of one being able to record distances. The only way to find Weather Island was to call them. But all information related to Nami had been sealed off, so Sirona said they would fire a Signal Flare whenever the pointer pointed toward the sky. Joshua had given it to Sirona, and it was their only tool for contacting Weather Island.
The system was absent too, and Axia still hadn't recovered the energy lost in the last battle. He had no time to mess around with him. So all he could do was stir up trouble with Gelu every day.
On Weather Island, Nami had just enjoyed a comfortable bath. The moment she opened her front door, she jumped in fright. There were people outside—more precisely, a group of old men. The oldest one's beard reached all the way to his chest.
"Ah! What are you trying to do?" Nami screamed, slamming the door shut with a bang and nervously pressing herself against it.
The old men outside were all dumbfounded. They looked at one another. What had happened? They hadn't even said anything yet! Didn't she know that shutting the door like that would hurt the hearts of lonely old men like them?
"Um... Nami, your companions are coming." An old man with a beard longer than everyone else's was pushed forward and spoke cautiously.
Back then, the Gongdongtalio Family had spent a fortune to send Nami here, and many people had been unhappy about it. But as time passed, Nami's lively, adorable youthful charm had gradually won over