[Two things in your favour, Smoker; one, that your hair and your jacket are white. Two, that the overhead lightning flashes and the exploding fire of one of those Third Party ships provides enough of a reflective light just here beneath the surface that she can see get an idea where you are.
The rope pulls taut just as she reaches out to snag his arm, and Nami kicks strongly back for the surface. Give her a minute and she'll have you back on the ship.
So intellectual, Smoker. Luffy would just be thinking "...I'm hungry..."
The rope pulls taut just as she reaches out to snag his arm, and Nami kicks strongly back for the surface. Give her a minute and she'll have you back on the ship.
Really.]