Nami sighed quietly as she walked on the silent deck. She groaned as she made her way to the galley.

"Damn insomnia, must sleep, need warm milk." the redhead mumbled. As she came close to the door, she stopped. Was that...

"Somebody weeping?"

She gently tapped the knob, unsure of whether to go in or to simply go to bed without her glass of warm, tasty, nutritious milk. And the person weeping inside? It was most certainly one of her dear friends. And to be crying in the galley in the middle of th...

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