Why? (23)
Why?
"Were these charts drawn by this girl?" Smoker still held a nautical chart in his hand. Looking at how young Nami was, he was too astonished to speak.
Nami was not eighteen years old like she would be three years later. She was only fifteen. Could she really draw such precise, beautiful charts? Had she been learning to draw nautical charts since she was in her mother's womb?
"These things may be yours, but we need to sort them out first and make them everyone's spoils." Leo waved the chart in his hand at her. "Since they're yours, come help organize them. These are all priceless treasures."
"What priceless treasures?! These are my blood, sweat, and tears!" Nami grabbed a chart at random, tore it to pieces, and scattered the scraps into the air.
Hina and Smoker silently cheered in their hearts. That's right, tear up all your charts. Don't work for this scoundrel.
But they knew that was ultimately unrealistic.
"Hey, these are treasures. They're the fruits of your labor over the past five years. Can you really bear to tear them up like that?" Leo shrugged helplessly as he spoke to Nami, whose breathing had grown rapid and whose chest rose and fell.
Though she was only fifteen, she really had quite a figure already.
"Hmph!" She made a face, walked into the room, and began diligently sorting the charts herself. "Get out of the way! They're my charts. I'll handle them myself."
In just a few blinks, she had already figured out how to repay these outsiders.
They had given the people of Cocoyasi Village the courage and weapons to resist Arlong, and they had freed her as well. Since they were so interested in her charts, she would give them the charts to