Nami sighed. "I'm not sure I understand what's going on at all..."
She walked over to the window and gripped the handle of her sheathed bowie knife, pulling it out and spinning it on it's tip on the window sill. She didn't care to know what they were saying, even if they were in earshot.
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(OOC: Sorry, but I'm having a hard time following what your typing, fox137...)
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