Nami leans against the railings of the Polar Tang-- and she runs her fingers across the cold yellow, reminiscing warmly of the better days.

Bepo isn 't the same. She doesn 't need to use the code to know that-- Bepo always greeted her with a hug, and followed it immediately with a question on how her arm was doing, then her foot. Regardless of the answer, he would then check it himself.

He just didn 't

feel

like Bepo. Far from it, and Law was even more foreign.

It just drove the wrench into her nerves to really come to realize how

small

they were, that the man they 'd deemed the

of course

of their allies wasn 't even an element in their pot yet.

'What? Luffy and Zoro got beat up in a barfight?! ' Gin balks, halfway up the submarine 's side. 'Them? No way in fucking hell. '

'Well, that 's what I saw, ' Law mutters.

(Somehow ' they 're getting along?)

'We 're going to fucking die in the next island, ' Gin grumbles.