Nami turned around. Again. And again. She sighed and sat up. She couldn't sleep.
Robin wasn't there. The archaeologist was on watch duty tonight. Nami was all alone.

She sighed and got up.

"Maybe a nice, warm glass of milk will help."

The redhead slowly opened the door and got out. The air was cool and brisk.

She smiled a little and looked around.

The deck was empty. The boys were all asleep. Or maybe not. The galley's light was on.

"Is Sanji cooking at this time in the night?" mused the navigator.


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