Level 3

Starvation Hell. Here, prisoners were kept in an arid desert-like environment. The scorching heat rising from the sands below combined with the lack of food or water ensured that the prisoners housed on this floor suffered to the brink of ****.

Of course all of this was unknown to the navigator as she entered the area, instantly feeling the heat as sweat formed over her soft skin. The jacket-dress she wore only served to make things worse. "Seriously..." she panted, unbuttoning the front for that brief bit of comfort. "Just where the heck is this?"

Passing each cell, shadows of what she assumed were people could be seen. All of them were lifeless, as if simply waiting for the end to come.

With each passing second she could feel her lips dry and her mouth parch. The sooner she could leave this floor, the better. However no door was in sight. Instead, she found a smoking crater, billowing with heat and fumes from the level below. If she wanted a shortcut, this was it.

Deliberating on her choices, the orange-haired pirate failed to realize that some company had arrived. Heavy breathing finally caught her attention from behind, and slowly she turned...

Lumbering towards her was the cross between a spotted bull and a man, the Minotauros. As one of the guardians of this prison, the monster easily dwarfed Nami in size. And dragging behind it in its right hoof was a giant black club that was equally as deadly.

"UUUUOOOOOOOOOOOGGGHHH!!!"

The beast let out a haunting bellow, and charged with club overhead.