'Here 's your keep, ' ' the disgruntled auctioneer said, handing Nami a huge worn-out duffel bag filled to the brim with pure cash.

Nami grins at him. 'Thanks for the service! '

Gin stares at the scene almost awkwardly as he finally understands why Nami decided to brazenly show off her mark here. They would have scammed them dead otherwise, wouldn 't they?

Gin takes it and easily hefts it over his shoulder.

He figured that this was his job to begin with-- to be the work horse.

'Thanks for the constant glaring, Gin, ' Nami says once they 're out, and Gin looks over with slight surprise, not actually aware that he was doing that. 'It saved me some face muscles! '

'You were frowning a lot too, ' Gin says, not really meaning anything by it.

'Yes, but they were much more scared of you, y 'know, ' Nami chuckles. 'Want to do some shopping? We can get you a new weapon. '