Luffy raised a hand and scratched his head, utterly baffled.
"Why is it called Warship Island?"
The little girl gave a strained, helpless smile.
"Because the island is shaped like a warship. That's why everyone calls it Warship Island. It's that simple."
Nami looked startled by the answer. Her eyes lit up.
"I found it! It's right here, near 713 on the Grand Line."
"And we're not that far away. We were heading for the Grand Line anyway. Do you want to go back to Warship Island, little girl?"
"If you do, we can take you there. It's no trouble—it's on our way."
The little girl lowered her head, guilt filling her eyes.
"I know you had to rescue me, and I've caused you a lot of trouble."
"I've made things difficult for you along the way, too. But more than anything, I want to go back to the island."
"If you don't agree, I understand. It's entirely up to you. If you say yes, that would be wonderful, but if you say no, there's nothing I can do."
With that, she bowed her head again, her eyes full of guilt.
She knew the situation weighed heavily on her.
None of this had been expected, and it wasn't what she had wanted. She felt helpless.
Still, she knew letting them decide was the right thing to do.
There was no point dwelling on it. The longer she worried, the less sense it seemed to make.
Everyone stared at her, eyes wide with curiosity.
The little girl hurriedly said, "If that won't work, I can switch to another ship along the way..."
"How could I just make you switch ships? You're only a little girl, and you could run into danger out there."
"We brought you with us, so we're responsible