"Luffy. Let me put this in a way that'll get through your thick head and deep into your subconscious." Nami managed, despite now being weaker bodied than normal, and her tone of voice being softer and quieter.

He blinked, dazed as he stared at the baby blue sky. He'd fallen on his back into the terrain, which now only contained flowers partially, it had begun to mix into a more and more mountainous, rocky texture. His hungry crew stood behind him, many of them vexed.

Nami inhaled, collecting herself as best as she could.

"If the navy spots you…"

Despite the deep breath, something snapped inside and she broke into a loud growl, shaking her captain by the shoulders, swinging his dangling head back and forth.

"IT'S GOING TO TAKE FOREVER TO GET TO THE FOOD CELLAR. GOT IT? IF THEY SPOT US WE'LL HAVE TO FIGHT, HUNGRY. ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE SUNNY, WHICH HASN'T EVEN DOCKED HERE YET. IT CAN'T! BECAUSE THERE'S MARINES AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE! SO KEEP A LOW PROFILE. GET IT?"

Luffy nodded gently.

"Still not convinced he got it." Zoro said. He was wincing at the sun, which was now shining brightly at them in the center of the clear sky. It was taking him back to how it had felt being lost in Alabaster.

"LUFFY." Nami enunciated his name sternly.

"Repeat after me:

If the navy sees me, I have to wait longer to eat."

The captain tried it out.

It was hard…

"Ibh… nnn nabhyuey seezhm…"

He got through half the sentence before he seemed to awaken from his low-bloodsugar coma. He jolted, horrified. "I have to wait LONGER TO EAT?"

"THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN SAYING FOR A FULL MINUTE! GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!" Sanji and Zoro shouted.

"Stay here for a second." Nami said, before army crawling her way up the hill carefully to inspect the scenery. She removed her backpack and pulled the map back out of it while keeping it on her side.

After having oriented herself she made up her mind.

Rather than opt for taking the staircase in front of them, the majority of the straw hat crew made its way northwards as she'd commanded. As they neared the first row of houses via a more discreet country path, Robin muted the den den mushis they had with them.

"If Franky or Usopp call us, it won't give us away. The snails will vibrate in our bags.

The architecture of the town they entered was quaint. Efficiently built, yet rustic enough that it could not be confused for anything of this age. Houses were pillared and balconied and lined with thick, rich wood. Regular wood. The oddities they had walked through the past several hours were nowhere to be seen. If it hadn't been for the navy's presence, and the complete absence of anybody else, the crew would have felt they were on holiday. The gentle sound of of waves was faint, but pervaded the air wherever you went.

The straw hats treaded softly and quietly through the shady, derelict cobblestone streets. As Nami, at the front of the group, holding a map, approached the entrance to their destination, she stopped in her tracks. The rest followed suit, as they heard the same thing she did.

"So you think there's any sign of life left on this island?" Asked a blue-white clad man. Standard navy uniform. Luckily him and his three colleagues had their backs turned. So they did not see the navigator peeking from a shadowed alley behind them.

"Nah. That distress call a few years back was the last thing we heard. If you ask me, everything sentient on this island's dead. This mission would be a waste of time if it wasn't for all the salvageable resources left here."

Robin whispered "leave this to me" to her friends, who did just that.

She crossed her arms, and grew several out atop a roof nearby them. There happened to be a pile of bricks atop it. All these were hidden from view of the marines.

She threw two bricks, with force. One followed by the other, straight through a glass window located in the opposite direction of the location of the straw hats.

The moment the loud shattering noise had ended, there was a "What was that ?!"

"Way to go Robin!" Nami smiled. No longer whispering, but still maintaining a quieter and softer than normal style of speech.

"This way!" She said, as she folded the map back down and stuffed it in her pocket.

They dashed across the street, opening the door of an empty tavern, and filing one by one into it. They shut themselves in, as the wooden sign with a painted cornucopia and a glass of beer dangled in the breeze.