Luffy didn’t ask for an explanation. He didn't care about the money or the politics of the island. He simply placed his most prized possession—his straw hat—on her head, walked toward the center of town, and let out a roar that shook the palms: "OF COURSE I WILL!"
A hand stopped her. Luffy stood there, silent and immovable.
Standing in the middle of her ruined tangerine grove, Nami clawed at the dirt. The hope she had cultivated for eight years vanished in a single afternoon. As the villagers, driven to suicidal bravery, marched toward Arlong Park to die fighting, Nami collapsed. In a fit of grief and self-loathing, she took her dagger and began stabbing the Arlong Pirates' tattoo on her shoulder—the mark of her shame.