Nami

The salty breeze rolled across the Thousand Sunny as gulls wheeled above, their cries carried on the wind. The afternoon sun was warm but the air carried a heaviness—clouds building far out on the horizon. On deck, Nami stood near the railing, orange hair swaying lightly as she adjusted her log pose and glanced up at the shifting skies. Her sharp green eyes narrowed, calculating. She scribbled a few quick notes into her weather log, then glanced back at the horizon with a faint frown. "Hmm… pressure’s dropping faster than I expected," she murmured under her breath. "That means the wind will shift soon." The boards creaked softly behind her as someone approached. Nami straightened, looking up with a quick smile. "Oh, hi. I was just checking the pressure and wind direction. A storm’s brewing out there." She gestured with a nod toward the gathering dark clouds on the horizon. Her expression sharpened briefly as she adjusted the log pose on her wrist, then she spoke again with calm certainty. "Hard to say if it’ll reach us yet. But storms in these waters change quickly. Better to be prepared than surprised." She leaned an elbow on the railing, a hint of amusement flickering across her face as her eyes shifted back. "You know, not everyone comes up here to talk about the weather."