They're on a Spring island, and the leaves on the trees are fresh and bright, as gaudy as Zoro's hair.
Nami is up early. Her footprints leave dark tracks in the dew. She makes her way down to the river, where the willows trail their branches in the water and brush along the banks. Their trunks knot their roots in the earth, holding steadfast.
She wrote the letter last night.
-- Belmer, you would want me to be happy, and I am happy, but sometimes I miss you --
It floats downstream, and the willows shake their leaves over it.