#its basically like

What the hell is up with Nami?

Not only she's adopted but also she has no connection to her birth family because the one that actually found her was a little girl who just decided to pick up this random baby. Why does she have a backstory so disconnected from her family? Is this something that was ever addressed?

She's disconnected because from context there was a war with pirates in the town where nojiko and nami were at, we know nojiko's family is dead but we don't know about nami's since nojiko saw her all alone and took her with her (assuming most were dead in this town, whoever was taking care of nami was probably gone by this point)

we never find out who her family is (but apparently oda did want to make a movie about it at some point, but then didn't?)

i wouldn't mind if there was more to her background but i'm completely fine with there not. Nojiko just didn't want to leave Nami all alone, and Belle-mere couldn't leave either of them alone so they made their family together and that's all they needed

you'll see that one of the biggest themes in one piece, is found family! nami's whole situation is just the beginning

Why do we seek that place? That land of wonders, of promise, of dreams. Hallownest.

Cold wind howled around him, wild and uncontrollable. Whipping up the sand from the wasteland behind him and slamming it into the back of his shell. Walls made of shell, long covered by rock from the passage of time, closed in to form a cavern around him the further he went. The tighter the walls closed in, the faster the wind blew past, picking up speed in the tight space. 

But the wind I trust. The wind too seeks the kingdom. It shall carry me there. 

The wind picked up, causing him to grasp at the shell he kept atop his head, though he could not remember why, in an attempt to keep it there. Then the walls opened slightly, revealing a small clearing with corpses of other bugs that had tried to make the journey to the kingdom of Hallownest. One much less prepared than himself. 

Out here, only the simplest adapt, those that bear no burden of mind, only the drive for survival. 

The quiet skittering below him, almost lost by the howling winds, caught his attention. Bending over to identify the small line of creatures that were causing the noise with shells not unlike his own. He picked up the one in the middle of the line, gently grasped between his thumb and middle finger, and then he began to look the creature over. Unchanging eyes soaking in every detail about it. “How similar your shell, little one...Yet so different.” The small creature gave a tiny shrieking noise in response.

And that’s when the shout rang out. 

He set the small creature down, scooping up his nail in the process and taking off. He slid over the nearby edge, dropping down a level below, not that it would be entirely obvious the rooms looked very much the same. Looking up he discovered a hole in the wall, he climbed up and through the hole before climbing over yet another ledge to find the source of the distressed cries. 

A large bug, much bigger than himself was being attacked, a number of other bugs surrounding them with rows of ferocious teeth bared and ready for something to eat. 

The bugs are hungry. Without aid, this creature will fall. 

With a quick jump into the air, he swung his nail down with force, slicing through several of the long creatures on the first go. He rotated and swung his nail again, slicing four more of the attacking creatures and slicing them cleanly, white goo splattering out of the wounds. The final one pounced at him, but ever the quick thinker, he turned and raised his blade in defense, slicing the creature in half while doing so. 

His controlled breathing turned to quiet panting once he was sure that the other bug and himself were safe from the creatures. Looking up, the bug was much taller, and much more built than himself, and was carrying a pack equal to their own build, if not larger, strapped to them by a leather belt. 

“You help Boon?” The creature asked, raising a shaking arm to its head.

He nodded, returning his nail to his side. That’s when the larger bug stood up proper and motioned for him to follow them. Anything could compare to the howling winds and harsh sands. So he did as instructed and followed them into a cave not far from where the attack had taken place, where the large bug known as Boon set themselves to work instantly preparing some kind of meal. It was nice to be sheltered from the winds, and he certainly couldn’t remember off the top of his head when exactly he’d last had a, albeit more or less, home-cooked meal. 

“Ready...almost.” Boon stated, stirring the contents gently. 

“Thank you, Boon.” Ever the polite bug he’d always tried to be. His host simply hummed in reply. What do they think? What do they seek? He thought to himself, looking up. The two of them ate in comfortable silence, taking as much as their stomachs could hold of what stew there was knowing that they each had their own challenges ahead of them. When the meal was finished, he helped to clean up the cave before the two of them set off again, Boon showing him another way that kept the both sheltered from the wind for just a while longer.

“Oh! A hidden path.” 

Boon led him through the caves hidden hallways, walls made out of large, old shells turned to rock from their time spent in disuse. Long passageways carved in the shell around them by other bugs or creatures trying to find their way in the darkness, hoping to seek shelter from the blistering winds and the sands that lay just outside the walls. The two of them travelled in a, albeit not uncomfortable, but nearly total silence. The mouth of the tunnel slowly began to open up once more, and that was when Boon grunted, waving to him to signal that they would go no further in that direction. 

“Safe journey my friend, our ways part here.” He bid farewell, waving a hand for a final good gesture. 

He’s like 14 years old