<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Places where one might find Luffy: A restaurant, a person's home at the dining table or wherever the highest concentration of law enforcement was. At this point, Nami wasn't sure which to look for first. Ultimately, she decided on the first one as it was usually the first place the rubber boy would head whenever they landed on a new island. Ceratinly this was no different? She walked down a street lined with buildings, restaurants and booze shops shared walls with each other in plaza strips. Atop most buildings were apartments or offices that looked mostly dark. A seldom few lights glowed from behind thick curtains. Those were likely the first category. <br/>
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This particular street was becoming familiar to the navigator, already finding its home on her hand made map. The piece was a page in a notebook that had been one of the only things she'd managed to steal without getting caught. She'd learned early on that this place recorded people without the usage of visual transponder snails. It was honestly impressive. The whole society functioned completely without snails. <br/>
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It was busy tonight. Friday night. It seemed things really boomed at this particular time of this particular day on the week. What better place to find her captain than in the crowds, enjoying meat he couldn't pay for and laughing with people he'd only just met twenty minutes ago? And then she saw it. She almost couldn't believe it and had to wipe away the sudden assault of tears so she could see it clearly - that trademark straw hat. She could even see the three lines she'd sown together after Buggy had sliced them into the top. There was no mistaking it. She crammed the notebook into her shirt and bolted after it, not caring who she shoved out of the way. <i>"LUFFYYYYYYY!!!"</i> she cried out as loud as her lungs would allow her (which happened to be very loudly)</span>