[Namur side eyes Thatch again at the mention of Fishman Island, and tsks. They don't have the resources to protect islands near the Red Line anymore- even vital ones like his. Who knows what shit looks like by now- well, he could probably ask one of the Strawhats since most of them are ahead a couple years, but the coward part of him figures he'll find out on his own sooner or later, but it doesn't take a genius to guess how dwindled their influence would be.]

Sake. Old Man'd get a kick outta this shitty island.

[And sake would forever remind Namur of Whitebeard. He elbows Thatch in the ribs.]

So which 'maids y' wound up with cuz a the damn flowers, huh? Anyone I know?