They dock at the scrapyard and everyone cheers, getting ready to alight. Water Seven from a distance was an enthralling sight for all involved. Anne had her easel out, and Robin was watching it in mild curiosity.

'It 's just a temp while I get materials for the real one, ' Wyper warns Nami, though she 's ignoring him and doing cartwheels on dry land. 'Listen to me! '

'I 'm listening! ' Nami beams, raising her arm fitfully, 'I just can 't help but be happy! You 're good at making exactly what I need! '

This time, her arm was lighter. It 's just a simple fit, made to be lithe and flexible, and as close to Nami 's flesh arm in shape as possible, with no enhancements for battle. This way, Nami could safely hide it under a blazer as they walked around.

Wyper huffs, looking away, arms crossed. 'Flattery won 't get you anywhere. '