The New Fishman Pirates

"You're all fools." she declared. "I'm Nami, a member of the Straw Hat Pirates. Touch me in any way, and I promise you'll regret it."

If the loudmouth had been surprised by her declaration, he certainly didn't show it. Instead, he made a low grumbling sound, letting out a deep breath before looking her up and down.

"Ain't no one gonna touch ya, girlie. We're all chained up here, ain't we? Ain't gonna happen."

Every one of them seemed to have been broken to their very core. Their eyes and postures speaking for their lack of words, that they had accepted their fates of being the slaves of the fishmen for life.

"What exactly happened to you all?" The navigator crouched down with her knees to her chest, her eyes now full of sympathy for these wayward souls.

One of the older slaves emerged from his corner. "The New Fishman Pirates..." he explained, his voice tired. "That's what they call themselves."

Apparently on this island, a coup d'etat was in the making. The captain of the New Fishman Pirates, Hody Jones, had somehow acquired unmatchable power, and with it he planned to overturn the country with the deaths of the current royal family.

Nami's hand slowly brushed the tattoo over her left arm, the blue windmill and orange a symbol of her freedom from the original Fishman Pirates. If their legacy was threatening the peace of this island... What responsibility did she have to stop them?

"Well, first things first," she sighed, rising back to her feet. "You," she looked stared at the loudmouth from earlier. "Give me your shirt."

The large man looked down at his white tee, then back at the girl. "And why the hell would I do that?"

Nami grinned, revealing a keyring twirling on her finger.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm leaving."