My Nami, What's Wrong?

The Marines' campaign to eradicate piracy was well underway.

In North Blue, the Kizaru fleet held dominance, bringing swift justice.

In South Blue, the Fujitora fleet ensured order with its stalwart discipline.

West Blue was under the formidable oversight of Aokiji's fleet, maintaining balance amidst chaos.

The first half of the Grand Line fell to the experienced leadership of Sengoku's fleet and Vice Admiral Tsuru's command.

Meanwhile, East Blue, known as the weakest of the seas, was left in the capable hands of Vice Admiral Rat.

And then there was the New World—a place rife with the most dangerous and notorious pirates.

Here, the Akainu fleet, the Zephyr fleet, and the legendary Garp fleet had all been deployed.

Adding to this formidable force, Finn's super battleship had entered the fray, its arrival marking a turning point in the campaign.

This operation was no mere display. Nearly 20 Vice Admiral-led fleets scoured the seas, hunting pirates with relentless vigor.

The oceans became a place of peril, not just for pirates but for all who dared to roam them. And yet, as powerful pirates began targeting weaker Marine fleets, they were met with an unexpected twist.

After paying steep prices to board Marine warships, these pirates would find the decks empty. The crew had vanished, leaving behind battered ships that sank slowly into the waves. The shipyards at Marine Headquarters worked tirelessly to replenish the fleet, with large battleships remaining under the command of the Admirals, impervious to easy destruction.

New World – En Route to Whitebeard Territory

Finn's super battleship cut through the waves with unrelenting purpose. The stars glittered in the sky, and the sea breeze was sharp with the salty tang of impending conflict.

This time, Finn was headed for the Whitebeard Pirates. His plan was simple: offer them the chance to surrender and reform. If they refused... Well, the eradication of established forces was a necessity for a reformed world.

Though Finn held a degree of respect for Whitebeard, his duty as a Marine left no room for sentiment.

Inside the cabin, the mood was lighter. Robin had just entered through a private balcony, finding Nami pacing nervously.

"Miss Robin!" Nami's voice was tinged with worry. "I don't know if I can go through with this..."

Robin offered her a reassuring smile, placing a gentle hand on Nami's shoulder. "Relax, Nami. Just let things flow naturally."

"But... but the young master..." Nami stammered.

Robin laughed softly, exuding the calm confidence of an older sister. "Don't overthink it. You're perfect just the way you are. If Finn doesn't appreciate that, then he's the fool, not you."

Nami took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced the horizon, Nami stepped out onto the deck. The golden light cast a soft glow on her face, illuminating her youthful determination.

"Master, I... I'll get you breakfast..." she mumbled, avoiding Finn's gaze as she moved toward the hatch.

But Finn caught her hand gently, his smile warm and inviting. "Nami, you've been working hard. Take a break. Don't forget, I already have breakfast prepared."

Nami blinked, flustered. "Oh... yes... right..." She fumbled with her words, unsure of how to respond.

Finn chuckled, pulling her closer. "Relax. There's no need to be so tense."

Nami lowered her head, her voice tinged with guilt. "Master, I... I told Sister Robin... If you're upset, blame me."

Finn laughed softly, tapping her nose playfully. "Upset? Why would I be upset with you for giving me the best of yourself?"

Before Nami could respond, Finn leaned in and whispered, "Besides, Sister Robin already told me everything. I've been waiting for you."

Nami's eyes widened in shock, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "Master, you... you knew?"

"Uh-huh." Finn smirked, his expression teasing.

"Master! You're awful!" Nami exclaimed, embarrassed but laughing despite herself. She lightly punched him in the arm.

Finn exaggerated his reaction, clutching his arm with mock pain. "Ow, ow! Nami's too strong!"

"You're terrible!" Nami pouted, but her smile betrayed her amusement as she leaned against his shoulder.

"Ahem..."

A deliberate cough broke the moment, and both turned to see Robin leaning casually against the cabin door, a glass of red wine in hand and an amused smile on her lips.

"Miss Robin!" Nami gasped, her face turning even redder.

"Well, well," Robin said, stepping forward. "I hate to interrupt, but something strange has been spotted ahead. Everyone's looking for you, Marshal."

"Something strange?" Finn frowned. "What do you mean?"

Robin shrugged lightly, her expression playful. "You'll have to see for yourself, little brother. Satisfied now?"

Finn chuckled, shaking his head. "Miss Robin, jealous much?"

"Nonsense." Robin shot him a look, tugging his ear gently. "And don't even think about trying to stir up trouble between me and Nami."

"That's right!" Nami added, nodding firmly. "Sister Robin and I are a team!"

Finn froze for a moment, realizing he'd just been outmaneuvered by the two women.

"Fine, fine. Let's see what's going on," Finn said, laughing as he stood up and led them toward the deck, where the crew waited for their marshal to take charge.