They searched the entire cruiser.
Room by room.
Carefully.
Nami checked the storage first.
She counted everything twice.
Then looked at Stefan.
Nami: "Food for nine days."
Stefan nodded.
Not enough.
He checked the fuel next.
His expression changed slightly.
Stefan: "…Fuel is low."
Nami walked closer.
Nami: "How bad?"
Stefan: "One long trip. That's it."
Silence filled the room.
They both understood.
This was a decision point.
Stefan spoke first.
Stefan: "We find another island."
Simple.
Safe.
Logical.
But Nami didn't agree.
She looked at him seriously.
Nami: "What if it's small?"
Stefan didn't answer.
Nami: "What if there's no food?"
She stepped closer.
Nami: "Then we get stuck."
That hit.
Hard.
Stefan looked away.
Thinking.
Nami continued.
Nami: "Mainland is dangerous."
She didn't deny it.
Nami: "But staying safe doesn't mean surviving."
Silence.
Then she said it clearly—
Nami: "Not taking risk… is the biggest risk."
Stefan looked at her.
This wasn't the same Nami anymore.
She had changed.
Grown.
Faster than expected.
He turned toward the ocean.
Then back at her.
Decision made.
Stefan: "…We go to the mainland."
Nami nodded instantly.
No hesitation.
Stefan moved to the controls.
Adjusted direction.
The ship slowly turned.
Toward the unknown.
Stefan: "Once we reach it…"
He paused.
Stefan: "…everything changes."
Nami looked ahead.
Calm.
Focused.
Nami: "It already has."
The cruiser cut through the silent ocean.
Heading toward danger.
By choice.