Sweet resistance

Nami was no hero; already she was resigned to heading straight back home if the tremors began again. As she moved she stayed alert, not wanting to get taken by surprise by anything they might encounter here. "I don't blame you," she admitted with a shake of her head. Imagining getting caught underground in a collapsed tunnel, packed in with dirt... she shuddered a bit too at the thought of such a demise. No, not when she felt she still had so much to live for.

They made their way to the shore, Nami briefly marveling at the view. The way the sun's rays hit the sand made it sparkle enchantingly, like millions of shards of glass reflecting light. Beautiful, especially with the bloodstained sky reflecting on the waves as they lapped at the sand. "The water seems normal," she observed thoughtfully. Wading out into the shallows, she watched as some fish darted closer to the shore and then away again, moving in typical unison. One particular group caught her eye, and she studied them for a long while before gracefully diving out and trying to snatch one up. It took a few tries, and she emerged soaking wet, shaking water from her eyes. Tossing it to the shore, she'd head back for another, hoping grabbing a few would give them a good sample to study.