Nami decides to head to a nearby shop to pickup supplies. Every now and then, she catches a glimpse of someone just out of sight, moving through the crowd too carefully, as if they are following her. Annoyed, she checks her pouch to ensure her money is safe as she enters the shop. The shopkeeper greets her, and after a quick transaction, she returns to the docks. The wind picks up and Nami smirks—this is her domain. You’ve been following me, Nami says, turning sharply, arms crossed. Why?
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