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[seekingallblue]

[Sanji had already finished up closing the restaurant for the night and was currently out on the deck of the immobile ship that served as both his restaurant and home. He took a drag of his cigarette as he leaned against the railing facing away from the island and out towards the sea. He should have, perhaps, been contented with what he had on the

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[naturallymossy]

{Ah....he had thought he was back on the ship and they were underwater...but maybe it was a dream? No...there was the shitcook.}

Oi. Number seven. Where the hell did everyone go?

{You may notice there's a line down one of his eyes and rather than his usual shirt and pants under his haramaki...there's an odd black robe that works as pants and an open shirt.}

[seekingallblue]

" . . What the hell did you just call me?"

[He'll be turning around to look at you, an eyebrow quirked. . . Before suddenly stopping to look you over.]

" . . What. . the hell happened to you?"

[He's mostly referring to that scar over your eye. . and well. You just seem overall. . . . different.]

[naturallymossy]

{Zoro blinks his single eye. Hmph. The cook is younger and still has his hair on the first side.

Which meant--}

Fuck. Back on this shitty island.

{Funny how he hadn't even realized he'd ever been there until he came back. Maybe Squalo was still around.}

[seekingallblue]

" . . I wasn't aware you ever left."

[He seems to be examining you from where he stood. It was obvious a lot had happened.]

" . . Leaving me further behind, are you?"