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EPISODE 7 : THE GIRL WITH THE SAWFISH TATTOO ( Don't Get Cold Feet )
THE CREW FEELS more divided without Nami there to slip in a snarky response or a twist of her orange locks. Estrella finds the passing of the waves to feel shallow, decrepitly mellow, and not at all like the raging sea she had once known.
Sanji is nothing short of a blessing, his crystalline voice and all-too-charming words having little to no effect on Estrella other than to brighten her souring mood. If there is anything even remarkably good that comes from Nami's departure, it would be Sanji.
The longer the hours blear and smudge, and the passage of time becomes nothing more than empty silence on the Going Merry, Estrella Narváez finds that Monkey D. Luffy begins to lose his spark.
He is weary and he is sunken into the marrow of his own bones, mind set on the thousands of options in where they could possibly find their navigator.
( Estrella cannot say it aloud, but she wishes Luffy would be selfish for once in his life and think of himself ).
The wispy mid-afternoon winds curl and dust Estrella's cheekbones, pressing kisses to her skin in a way that she recalled they did to her mother. She was always so warm, so tender, but sunken and sea-bound bodies cannot be anything other than cold and wet, and the memory washes away in the same way it came, dragged by the lulling waves back into the depths of Mother Ocean.
There is no warmth in the Going Merry — Not in the way Nami, who is tangerine-scented and another side of the same coin as Estrella, brought.
A small sigh escapes from the brunette's chapped lips. Her body is rooted to the small confined space of the crow's nest, drained of her energy. It has been hours, but the toil of her sacrifice lingers for far longer.
The sea shudders as Estrella looks onward, vision obscured by fog and the remnants of clouds in the clearing sky. The soft clunking of someone climbing up the ladder jolts her away from the mesmerizing pull of the water, and she turns cautiously to peer over the edge of the basket.
"Finally." Zoro huffs out a breath, raising an arm as he struggles to pull himself into the small space.
"What are you doing? You're injured." Estrella surveys him with a glance, noticing the fresh bandages wrapping around his chest and stomach.
He grunts in acknowledgment, and Estrella hauls him into the basket, feeling the tightening of her hand muscles as she does so.
"I'm sick of listening to that womanizer." The green-haired man huffs.
Estrella lifts an eyebrow. Roronoa Zoro is a strange man.
