The New Dawn of Romance (Straw Hats)

[Kurosaki]

Strong hands gripped the straps of a giant bag resting on his back, adjusting them a little bit so it was more comfortable. The figure itself didn't even seem to slouch even slightly under all of the weight, though. It was as though the entire bag was simply made out of a cloud. One might mistakenly agree that it was probably filled with nothing but the lightest type of things; sheets and towels and maybe some packing foam or something. But if an average man had attempted to pick they might have struggled against its weight, cursed, and then given up with fierce anger boiling in their veins.

A light breeze blew over the ship and the teen that carried the bag looked up, a serious look on his face as he examined the scenery in front of him. An archipelago was growing closer but he knew sometime before that he would probably have to part ways from the larger vessel on which he rode.

He had spent all this time in hiding right under the Marines' noses essentially thanks to Boa Hancock and the other members of the tribe. They couldn't let the world know that they had been harboring him because it would be bad for everyone involved.

Luffy knew this. It was odd probably for his personality to be so aware of circumstances around him like that but since the war and his time away from the other members of his crew, he had grown a little bit more mature. Only a little bit perhaps though.

"I wonder if everyone is already there?" he questioned placing a hand on top of his hat and grinning a little bit at the thought as images of his close nakama flashed through his mind one by one. The thought of finally getting to see them was exciting. "Everyone's probably a lot stronger by now." He created a fist and looked at it; knowing already that he himself had gotten a lot stronger.

Soon he would be with his crew and could set sail for adventure again!

"Ne, Hancock, are we there yet?" he said impatiently.

(So my Luffy's a little more talkative since he didn't lose his brother. Hope that I'm conveying it okay here. =) )

[Cirrus]

Sanji stepped off of the pink ship, the last thing connecting him to hell, and took his first steps on Sabaody Archipelago after two years. The soapy air caught on his chef's nostrils, the bubbles carrying amazing scents within: some of foreign chemicals, others of delicious foods that had yet to pleasure his tastebuds. He'd waved goodbye to the Okamas, who had, in fairness, treated him well these past two years, even if they never gave up in their amourous pursuits of the Straw Hat chef. With a smile on his face and intent to see the others after being away for a long time, Sanji broke into a run, aiming to go to where Rayleigh had left the Sunny. As he moved with a newfound speed, he proclaimed aloud, his voice rising into the air like the feeling of joy and anticipation within him.

"I'm Sanji, back from hell after two years and ready for adventure baby!" It would seem that his time away from the Straw Hats hadn't changed his ebullience towards travelling with them, and, if anything, had only made the chef more eager. As he had said, those two years on the Kamabakka Kingdom had been like hell for Sanji; so long without a real lady...it was enough to make even a real man weep. And he had done so, many a time, much to the glee of the okamas. He was finally changing to their ways, or so they'd said. It seemed that they were all too eager for Sanji to become one of them, for no human being could whip up a dress in exactly his size in less than five minutes. They hadn't even measured him! At least, not while he was conscious... The chef shuddered as he ran, shaking off all traumatising thoughts of his two years in hell. The whole point of him being there was to celebrate that it had ended! The Straw Hats were coming back! And he was ready as ever!

As he ran the gentle roar of the other Groves died down; evidence the chef was coming closer and closer to the quiet secluded area in which the Sunny was located. And then...there it was!

The wooden beauty rose up out of the lush verdant magnroves like an adamwood sun breaking the dawn, spilling its memory laden rays onto all that recognised it. This was the ship of the Straw Hats, and it looked to be in tip top condition, especially now the transparent jelly like coating -- applied by experienced hands of the "Dark King" -- was laid on. Sanji inspected the ship, expertly prodding it and making ambiguous 'ooo' and 'aahhh' noises all the while. Seeing no one there, the Straw Hat chef assumed he was the first to arrive, or at least, the first to stay at the ship for a while. He went below deck, intending to check the kitchen's state. The birthing place of all the famous crew's meals was just as he remembered it, only without food. Sanji hoped for the mystery consumer's sake that they'd treated their meals with respect, for he'd find out who it was, and if they had mistreated food in any way, he'd kick some serious arse!

With the kitchen needing to be stocked, Sanji rushed out of the Sunny, sure it would be safe for an extra hour, spriting with incredible pace towards the next Grove. He'd find something amazing to show everyone, especially Naaaami-chan, and Rooooooooobin-chwan!

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[EriChar]

((For playing Hanock, I’m gonna assume that Luffy’s training was basically the same as the canon, with Ray on the Changing Seasons island…))

Boa Hancock stared silently at the pack laden back of the man she loved, her heart heavy with sadness at their upcoming parting. The time that they had been together had been entirely too short, it always was too brief for her liking, and now she would have to say goodbye to him, maybe forever.
Perhaps he will invite me to join his journey? The Snake Princess thought to herself, her hope giving way to an image of a tall, dark haired and handsome man with his arm around her waist. He was whispering softly to her that though he searches for the One Piece, he has already found the thing he will treasure most in the world; herself. Stuck in fantasy, Boa Hancock’s cheeks flushed whilst her eyes fluttered, her hand pushing back a lock of hair and resting on her red cheek.

"Ne, Hancock, are we there yet?"

The words of her beloved brought her back to reality, and Hancock’s cheeks grew ever redder as she looked at him softly and said in a rather meek way “Soon, very soon, we shall arrive…”

Too soon… The Pirate empress thought to herself, she had so recently collected him and now she would so quickly have to give him up. She had expected that she could have watched over his training with Rayleigh, or at least checked in on him now or then, but the mean old man had forbidden it. Apparently he thought that her pampering would have been a bad for the overall training, so Hancock had spent the last two years waiting and waiting to see her beloved Luffy-sama again. And now, only a few short days since collecting him, she was staring at him as he prepared to leave her again; it was almost more than she could bear.

Swallowing, Hancock stepped a little closer to the back of her future husband and timidly squeezed out a few words for him.
“I-It seems like our time together is almost at an end…”

---

"Thanks for the ride!” Tony Tony Chopper said, waving a hoof and smiling at the perched form of a massive bird, sat on the branch of a Yarukimon Mangrove. The Reindeer was in his tanuki-esque form, as small as a young child with large eyes and a somewhat comical appearance, but those same eyes seemed different than they had been the last time he was here. There was something in them, a confidence that the human-reindeer had developed more recently.

The large bird crowed back to Chopper, or that was how it would sound to human ears. To someone like Chopper is was actually the bird saying “No worries, let me know if you need anything else, I think I’ll stay here for a few days before I go back…” But those unversed in animal language remained ignorant to the sophisticated vocalisations that the bird used.

“Okay! Stay Safe!” Chopper shouted up to the bird, and gave it another wave before he began walking. As he moved, Chopper pushed his hoof into the pocket of the orange shorts he wore and pulled out what looked like a small scrap of paper. Leaving the hoof that held it flat, Chopper watched the small piece of paper tug slightly to his left. Chopper smiled, a little bit still in awe of how the vivre cards worked, then he picked up a short stick and pointed it in the direction he had been shown.

“Let’s go!” The little reindeer shouted loudly, and with a sense of overwhelming cuteness he began to swing his arms back and forwards in an adorable march.

Hee hee hee... I can't wait for everyone to see how strong I've gotten! The small deer thought, giggling with excitement. In his mind he pictured Luffy, Zoro and Usopp all beaten up and bowing down, as 'Boss' Chopper saved them from a strong enemy.
I wonder how much they’ve changed? Chopper mused quietly to himself, continuing to march through the groves of the Saboady Archipelago…

[flame08]

Amongst the crowd of Newkama warriors waving Sanji off was one person (man or woman we are still kinda unsure) who wasn't going home to Momoiro Island. He too would be embarking on a journey from Sabaody onwards. Now as Sanji walked off into the distance he made his own goodbyes to his okama brethren. His training had been hard, while Sanji had been training with the 99 masters of Newkama Kenpo, he had been training by the genius behind Newkama Kenpo, Emporio Ivankov. He wouldn't say that made his training any harder than Sanji's, as a former enemy of his he actually had no idea how Sanji's training went. For his training he had been in a secret grove of Kamabakka Kingdom, only Ivankov had come to train him, food was carted in but he never saw the deliverer.

Lacking the comfort of people, he had found it hard to concentrate in the beginning. He couldn't help it, it was the way of the okama to be around others. Those were some extremely tough days that had passed, as he had to refind his inner okama. Reset his okama way into something greater than it was before. Refining his technique, his body, and his mind he had emerged from his shell, a newly made okama. He was truly an Okama of okamas now. And now as he leaped from the Okama's vessel and onto the ground at Sabaody he smiled. Turning around he waved goodbye to his okama brethren and walked off.

There was not much to do on the island other than have fun. He was not even sure if Luffy had yet landed on the island. Should he go find the Straw Hat ship? Was it still the Going Merry? He didn't know exactly where to go, Sanji had already gone off. Hmm what had he heard about Sabaody Archipelago, . . . ahh yes there was an AMUSEMENT PARK!!!! Obviously a good place for his first stop on this famous island. Quickly asking a confused stranger for directions he found himself on his way. With a spring to his step and a dance at his foot he quickly found himself leading a line of random strangers in a conga line down towards the amusement park. He couldn't really help it, whenever he got on his way he flash mobbed the world. It was his natural charisma supposedly.

Dancing through the groves of Sabaody, he brought a lot of attention to himself. His conga line growing massively so that if he looked behind him it seemed to be an endless line of people. He smiled, this was the true power of the Okama Way. Or at least thats how he saw it. Calling out to the crowd he sang "ONE! TWO! THREE! OKAMA!!! ONE! TWO! THREE! OKAMA!!!" His grin grew out of proportion, this was life as he loved it the most. Singing, dancing and generally having a good time with everyone.

[White Mimic]

Above the crowd, stage lights loudly clicked on, bathing the entire stage with bright, multicolored light that filtered through various clouds from fog machines. The room pulsated with cheers and loud bellows of ‘bravo’ and ‘encore’ from fans, as well as the usual cheers of ‘WOOOOO!’ and ‘Yeah! Soul King!’ The entire stadium was packed with everyone who had become a fan of the new music sensation in the past two years, one of the greatest musicians of all time. He was now standing in the center stage, a guitar wrapped around his body which was garbed in the trendiest clothes, the crown of his hat gleaming in the limelight, and not an ounce of fat on his body which was nothing but skin and bones. Well, technically he didn’t have any skin either because he was-

“SOUL KING BROOK!” Brook took the mic on stage and screeched into as he had before. The crowd went absolutely wild at the sound of his name. Quite theatrically he began to strike a few poses he had picked up in his 2 years of training, addressing the crowd. “Hey Everybodyyyyyyyyyyy~!”

Again, the crowd went into a frenzy, every individual trying to get as close as they could get to the skeleton man. “How’re you doing!” Screams from girls and fan boy yells from men made it all the way to Brook from the back row, imagine what he could hear from those closest to him. “I said, How’re you doing, everybody!” The response was even louder this time. When the musical prelude began, the audience, still cheering, became quieter to listen to Brook and what he had to say. “Is everyone ready… TO ROCK OUT?” Replicas of his face were waved around in the air in jubilation, panels spelling out his name occurred all over the audience (he thought he even saw a group of people painted with the letters of his name and wearing wigs modeled after his own hair). “Well then! Because I’m dead, how about a little-”

“BONE~!” Brook was joined by everyone in the room in his own cheer. Immediately after, he took hold of the mic once again and started singing into it. Every phrase in the intro he uttered was repeated by the audience as he began his first hit single, Bone to be Wild.

Flares went off and stage effects accentuated the song as he sang along with the audience and his own back-up band. In the back of his head, it was a sad scene for Brook, yet it was also a joyous occasion for today was THE day. He did well hiding it however, no one in the audience could have possibly suspected this would be his last concert for today was the day he rejoined his friends. Today was the day after 2 years he would once again became a Straw Hat Pirate.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

-|| Roronoa Zoro ||-

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Stood at the base of a tree, calm and sober stood a young man but even at the young age he was far more experienced than most men twice his age. His green-hair were no longer an unshapely moss but they were now slicked back to give him a more interesting look, but the scar that strode through his left eye made it certain, this man was a warrior. One wouldn't even have to look at the three katana's at his waist to come to that conclusion. It was as clear as day, on his face, he was born to fight.

This tree was similar to the many tree's on the island. A little too similar for this tree marked '21' kept reappearing in front of Roronoa Zoro despite his efforts to avoid it. He had arrived at Sabaody Archipelago a healthy 12 days before they were scheduled to meet yet here he was, still unable to navigate his way around the island to where the Thousand Sunny was supposed to be. Even the simple task of following the vivre card that would lead him directly to where he was supposed to be was a task impossible for the swordsman of the Straw-Hat Pirates.

Zoro stared hard at the tree, scowling hard before he withdrew one of his three katana's, using the tip of its blade to make a mark to add to the tally that had already been made in the bark of the tree. Zoro is puts the blade away before shaking his head and walking off in a random direction. The tally on the tree is shown to be well over the '100' mark.

Unless he somehow managed to run into one of his nakama, it would seem Zoro would be stuck on Sabaody Archipelago for an eternity...

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[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Robin

"Concert...? Brook?"

She held a poster in her hand, staring down it it as she ran large blue eyes over its print, seeing the old skeleton from two years ago on its white page along with bright and loud writing exclaiming his success. She found herself smiling slightly and folded the paper, lowering it to look ahead. Robin was indeed different, wearing a long skirt and new top. With an absentminded quirk, she adjusted the sunglasses in her hair and moved on ahead through the thick grove. To be honest, she couldn't help the slight excitement of being able to see her nakama again after so long, this carried her closer to where the Thousand Sunny was supposed to be.

She'd changed somewhat, especially in appearance and she wondered how everybody else appearing over the couple years. Having gone through so much with them already, it was almost difficult to imagine them any stronger. Only because she'd improved did her mind wander on just how powerful each one of them had gotten.

She stopped a second, letting the soapy smelling air fill her nostrils with a heavy inhale, glancing at a bubble that fell across her line of sight before she looked past it and arched a brow. Numerous tally marks marked on a tree meant somebody was here. Striding over to it, she ran her finger over a fresh one and cocked her head to one side. It interested her as she pulled her finger back, feeling the damp interior of the mangrove before she turned her attention around the surrounding area. Who could have left these now?

With a light little smile, she walked back, deeper into the interior of the island and continued to look around, just in case she happened to spot somebody or something, possibly familiar.

Robin was intent to be back with the Straw Hat Pirates, sure to be happy to see them all.

[Kurosaki]

Maybe Zoro used four swords now. Or perhaps Sanji could cook food out of thin air so that they were never lacking in a meal. Nami could undoubtedly navigate them out of the middle of a cyclone. Luffy's mind spun at the possibilities and the more time it seemed to take for them to get to Sabaody the more fanciful they got until his eyes sparkled, or seemed to, brightly with enthusiasm.

“I-It seems like our time together is almost at an end…”

Chopper could cure someone from the other side of the battlefield and maybe...

Luffy's mind, one that normally didn't work all that hard at anything, was far too preoccupied to hear the word that the Pirate Empress Boa Hancock spoke to him at first but then it seemed to dawn on him what she had said.

He turned around with a serious expression on his face and actually extended his arms out to her to hold her by both of her upper arms if she didn't back away from it.

"It's not the end," he said as though he were speaking about a most grievous problem. He seemed so incredibly serious and intense about the words that for a moment he didn't seem like himself at all. Then with a goofy grin that was trademarked to Luffy, one that spread almost over half of his face and seemed to be a beacon of light in the darkness, told her that he wasn't anymore mature than before. Or at least, that he could hide it well. "We'll see each other again someday for sure!"

From the conviction in this anyone would have a hard time arguing anything other than what Luffy had said being the truth. To him, they would meet again undoubtedly and he 100% believed in it and that belief seemed to be contagious.

(SO SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT.)

[EriChar]

"We'll see each other again someday for sure!"

These were the only words that were needed to send the Pirate Empresses heart a flutter. Luffy had declared that once his adventure was over, he would return to her for their wedding. Surely that is what he meant.
Oh, Luffy-sama, you almost had me fooled! Boa Hancock thought with the glow of blush and the stroke of cheek. The coldness, and refusal to marry you showed me when we recently reunited, it was almost too much for my heart to bear! But now I know that you were simply trying to spare me the heartache of being your wife and worrying as you tour the world. Luffy-sama, you’re so kind…
Hancock blushed even more due to her own twisted perception of the facts in front of her. Believing that Luffy had meant that he wanted her to wait until he could be completely hers made Hancock want to jump around and let out shrill noises like a schoolgirl. Thankfully, she was far too mature and dignified a person for such infantile behaviour, so she opted for a giggling fit instead.

Once Hancock had finished her little show of giggling, she decided that for the sake of their future, it was time for her to get serious. Hancock’s facial expression changing almost instantly,it went from that of a blissful fan girl to that of the serious and skilful air that she possessed as captain of the Kuja pirates.
“You will have to be careful to avoid unnecessarily exposing your identity when you reach the island…” She warned the Straw Hat captain carefully. “In the time that has passed since the Marineford battle, your name has become much better known. If you draw attention to yourself, it will only hamper your attempts at departure.”

Of course, should Luffy encounter any sort of trouble, Hancock would immediately leap to his aid. She had luckily managed to maintain her position as a Shichibukai even after her questionable actions at Marineford, but her feelings were the same now as they were then. Her position was nothing compared to the safety of her future husband, the safety of her nation a triviality against her own whims. Why together, they could take on the whole world! The feebleness of the world was so low compared to the might of their union, it was laughable! Thinking of how poorly the entirety of existence would fare against their love made Hancock bring her hand in front of her face mockingly, and almost unconsciously she began to lean herself backwards, as if she was looking down on the entire planet.

As she did this, the craft that carried them drew ever closer to the Saboady Archipelago.

---

Tony Tony Chopper wasn’t entirely sure precisely how it had happened, but for some reason during his walk to meet up with his companions, he had perhaps taken a slight detour somewhere and ended up at Saboady Park. It was no problem really; he could just leave the park and head for Shakki’s bar; that was where everybody would probably be meeting up. With this thought in mind, the Tanuki-like reindeer stepped away from the shorter than expected line for the roller coaster a few movements of his small feet, but found that he paused before he got too far.

“It might be a while before we’re here again…” Chopper said to himself aloud, glancing around from the Roller Coaster, to the Merry Go Round, then the Ferris wheel. “And I might be the first one here, I’m sure they’re not ready to set off just yet.” Chopper told himself, folding one arm across his chest and tapping his chin with the hoof of the other.
“I suppose it would be fine if I went on one of the rides…” He said, smiling a little and stepping back into the queue to ride the roller coaster.

After a short while of standing and moving forward, Chopper found himself on the Roller Coaster. Flying around the track like runaway train, it reminded him of their journey on the Rocketman to save Robin. Chopper screamed with joy as the precession of carts plunged down the steep incline and curved back up into a large loop. After many exhilarating screws, spins and screams, Chopper stepped off the roller coaster, feeling a little dizzy but excited.

Taking a few slightly wobbly steps from the roller coaster, Choppers nose twitched a little.
This scent… Chopper said I haven’t smelled it for two years! The young reindeer-doctor thought to himself as he inhaled around him to get a trail to follow. Chopper stepped quickly as he followed the aroma he had picked up; he was excited to have noticed it, it had been far too long an abstinence from this particular fragrance. Now practically dashing, Chopper finally saw the thing that he had been looking to find… A cotton candy stall!

Fumbling a few coins into the hand of the vendor, Chopper was presented with a pink cloud-like substance on a stalk. Taking it with eminent eagerness, the small pirate-doctor pulled the item to his mouth and gently, almost with a sense of nervousness closed his teeth around it. It was like falling in love, the sweetness rolled over him like a wave, while the soft and almost weightless substance melted on his tongue. Having tasted this most delectable of delicious items, Chopper’s body seemed like it had turned to jelly, and wobbled a tiny amount in appreciation of the treat.

On second thought, it seemed Chopper would have to stay a little longer here than just one rides time…

[Cirrus]

A cloud of billowing dust was all to tell of the chef's descent into the urbanised area of Saobody Archipelago. As he went down the stairs with alacrity he kicked up granulated debris, which was subsequently swept along in the backdraft caused by Sanji's sprint, eager to experience the sensation again, it seemed, for the dust appeared to be tailing the Straw Hat's 'Ero Cook'. The chef of twirly eyebrows paid no mind to trail behind him however; his mind was fully focussed on finding something worthy to display for all the crew to marvel at. Sanji took a reserved pleasure in amazing everyone with his culinary perfections; after all, it was one more thing he could do that that Moss Head couldn't.

Speaking of the swordsman, was that him there?

Sanji stopped abruptly at the bottom of the flight of stairs. The trail of dust caught up with him, threatening to envelop him in memories of the endless steps he had descended. However, before such a feat was possible Sanji had moved again; he had to see!

A matter of mere seconds later the Straw Hat chef was by the green haired man's side -- he was even carrying three swords! It had to be Zoro!

Er. . . not quite. Upon coming close to the stranger, Sanji realised that it really wasn't his rival. Those three "swords" were actually kitchen knives; this man was a chef like him. But, more importantly, he wasn't Moss Head. This irked the 77,000,000 bounty head -- he'd never admit it, but he was looking forward to seeing one of the crew again, even if said one was the green haired swordsman. But he could bury his contemplations under the weight of reality: the other chef clearly wanted to know why someone had just appeared at his side; he matched Sanji's pondering gaze with a glare that told countless stories of those that had fallen to the chef during a state of ire. Said glare was a warning, one reiterated by the chef's brazenly bold words,

"Whaddya want?" It wasn't as if Sanji had finished thinking anyway. It was a little unnecessary, thought the wanted chef. Still, it was all he could do to show some kind of courtesy, and so Sanji replied with,

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else-" No sooner than the words had left his mouth did the green haired chef interject; he was obviously an impatient man, something Sanji hadn't expected. To tell the truth his patience was wearing a little thin -- to act so rudely to a purveyor of the finest foods was to show disrespect for what the 'Twirly Brow' did to feed the hungry; what every chef did to feed the hungry! But the green haired man was a chef also. . . he had to allow some sort of bias, even if it pained him to do so.

"Someone else? SOMEONE ELSE?! Pfft! I'm the head honcho 'round these parts -- come I'll show ya! You're hungry right? You will be: I gots the best quiz-- culin-- cooking round these groves!" . . . 'An odd kind of chef...' Still, the man was a chef and so Sanji allowed himself to be led away. A matter of minutes later and the pair were at a stall in the market place of Saobody Archipelago's many groves; here in particular seemed to be the culmination of the inter-island trade; the air was alive with the smells of different things cooking, it was electric with the sheer amount of business going on, it was busy with the multitudinous crowd shifting like a tide in the designated trading space. Tucked away in a corner was the green haired chef's stall. The man was slightly rotund, and this was explained by the sight of his wares: the stall was almost collapsing with the wanton food upon its shelves. Some freshly cooked cuisine sizzled on a grill, maintained by determined upstarts who, in secret, looked up to the wanted head coming to visit today for his ability to feed a crew of supposed 'monsters'. The Archipelago may no longer have had the marine headquarters on its groves, but the naval force had left a stain of propaganda in the populace's heads; the Straw Hat crew were still regarded as incredible beasts. Of course, beasts that had vanished two years ago, but beasts all the same.

"Ah, shopkeep, this stuff looks fine! But I'm looking for something truly. . . truly extraordinary. You know where I can find that?" It was true, the stuff in the stall was good; if the circumstances weren't as they were Sanji would have purchased them there and then. Alas, at least alas for the shopkeeper -- Sanji wasn't too fussed. Anyway. . . Alas, the foods the portly chef purveyed weren't anything out of the ordinary, unlike the circumstance in which the resurging chef found himself in. An understanding passed between the two men; one only those who handled food could interpret. And maybe waiters too. Maybe.

"I understand. There's this guy, not here, real remote like; near the shore. He has the finest cuts of meat around! You want better than this, go to him." Sanji nodded in appreciation. Turning on his heels, the blonde haired chef went to go find the rumoured shopkeeper. He tried his hardest to avoid the pretty ladies in the crowd, and it was hard -- after all, what man doesn't need lady? And a manly man so manly such as his manly self? The need was almost quadrupled! But somehow he made it. Maybe it was his determination to see his nakama again. Or maybe it was the fact he waded through the crowd with his eyes closed. Whichever one (and it was probably the former) was irrelevant. In a matter of minutes Sanji found himself smelling the sea breeze. He also found himself repeating silently, like a mantra, that he couldn't still smell the departing okamas.

The pleasant thing, however, was that he could see a little edifice tucked away into the bark of the mangrove trees. It must have been the shop the portly chef was talking about! Not quite as pleasant was the green haired swordsman etching something into the adjacent tree.

Zoro.