𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐅 ⭑.ᐟ zosan
𝐒𝐔𝐌. » Zoro and Sanji are left alone to watch the Sunny while the tripulation is gone on a mission. Sanji decides to cook something with the new herb he got in the Sabaody market. Somethin's wrong, though. Why is Zoro taking off his clothes!? 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. » sex pollen, sabaody archipelago arc, unprotected sex, top!zoro, bottom!sanji, anal sex, anal fingering, blowjobs, kissing, rough sex, porn without plot, enemies to lovers. 𝐖𝐂 » 4,8K
The calming sound of frothy waves crashing mixed with crying seagulls and other coastal birds is the first thing that Sanji hears as he wakes up from his nap. The blonde man sits up on his bed and stretches his arms with a big yawn, his mouth feels dry as a desert, he frowns at the uncomfortable sensation.
He steps out of the bed and looks through the small window near him. The sun is still shining bright in the sky. He must have not slept that much.
Walking out of his cabin, Sanji notices the uncanny silence on the Sunny. Normally, he would find Luffy and Usopp fighting for yesterday’s leftovers, Franky loudly fixing something or even his dear Nami yelling at the boys. He didn’t find any of that. Just the rhythmic sound of water clashing on the boat and wind rustling through the trees of the shore in front of him.
He takes a moment to breathe in the peace and quiet. Something he hasn’t experienced in a long time outside of his beauty sleep.
Sanji’s amber eyes scan the dock, looking for any sign of his crewmates. His sight falls on a yellowish piece of paper nailed to the mast, the ones the lovely Nami uses for her maps, so he walks over and grabs it.
“Sanji,
We went to visit Rayleigh for some clues about Admiral Kizaru. You and Zoro were sleeping, so we left you to watch over the Sunny. We'll be back tomorrow. Hehe.
- T. T. Chopper. 🐾”
“They went without me?” Said a croaky voice behind him. Sanji yelled, scared surprised by the sudden appearance of the Marimo on the dock.
Where the hell was he!? How did he not see him!?
“Ugh, I just woke up, stop yelling!” Zoro yelled back, rubbing his eye. His sharp green hair was a tangled mess on top of his head. There also was the thinnest line of dry spit on the corner of his mouth.
“You sca- took me by surprise, you idiot,” replied the taller man, fixing his shirt trying to regain composure and changing the subject. “Where were you, by the way?”
The green-haired swordsman shrugged with an “innocent” smile. “Over there, sleeping.” He pointed to a part of the dock that had a chair. Sanji huffed and folded the paper note neatly before putting it inside his pocket. While his hand was already there, he grabbed his cigarette box and matches.
The blond pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “God, you’re such an imbecile,” he muttered before lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag.
Zoro just stared at him, his expression blank and unreadable, the kind that some people would consider stoic and warrior-like. To Sanji, he just looked like not a single thought was behind those eyes.
“So,” the green-haired man yawned mid sentence. “What’s for dinner, love-cook?” He questioned while rubbing his stomach.
Sanji paused, humming as he tried to remember what he had in the pantry. “Um, I don’t know yet, since it’s just us tonight… I’ll go check.”
Zoro nodded and walked away without saying a word.
The tall blond made his way to the pantry and checked what ingredients were left, which wasn’t much. Some meat, some rice, some vegetables…whoops, not a single condiment on sight. He pursed his lips. Even if he could manage to cook something for them - which he could, obviously - there wouldn’t be enough food for the rest of the Straw Hats when they come back. And he needed to welcome Nami and Robin (and the rest) with nutritious food after their quest.
I need to go to the market.
The cook went out to the dock again and with a quick “I’m going to the market!” followed by a hum from the swordsman made his way to the archipelago’s town market.
-
During the walk to the market, he took the time to admire the view while smoking a cigarette. The gigantic trees loomed over the coast, their massive roots arching into the water like natural bridges. Soap bubbles drifted lazily through the air, shimmering with iridescent colours whenever sunlight struck them. Some floated between buildings, others popped softly against wooden docks or the hulls of passing ships.
The salty scent of the sea mixed with sap and smoke, and the distant hum of voices, footsteps, and creaking wood gave the archipelago a constant, living rhythm. Sunlight filtered through the canopies in broken patterns, reflecting off the water below and painting the entire place in soft blues and greens. It was truly a gorgeous place.
Minutes passed before he arrived at his destination: a small market lined with stalls overflowing with all kinds of goods. It wasn’t very busy at that time of day, allowing Sanji to take his time as he wandered from stand to stand, eyes scanning fresh produce, spices, and unfamiliar ingredients.
He stocked himself with the basics: meat, various vegetables and fruits, and dairy products. Then, while he was distracted looking at a selection of herbs, he accidentally bumped into someone.
He turned quickly to apologize, only to recognize a familiar pair of…
“Shakuyaku! Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” the blond exclaimed.
The short-haired woman smiled at him. “It’s okay, Sanji. How you doin’?” she greeted.
“Good, good,” he laughed nonchalantly. “Just stocking up the pantry. How about you?”
“Same here,” she replied. “Your crew’s visiting my husband. How come you’re not there with them? Could’ve used the help in the kitchen.”
It was clearly a joke—a light-hearted comment—but Sanji’s chest still ached with the noble urge to assist such a beautiful woman, rather than being stuck with that smelly marimo.
“Zoro and I stayed behind to keep watch over the Sunny,” he said, annoyance creeping into his voice, almost rolling his eyes at the memory of his current torture. His ears were blessed by her pretty laugh.
“Pity,” was all she said. Then she paused, as if the wheels were turning in her head. “You don’t like Zoro that much, huh?”
“I like him about as much as people like having a rock in their shoe.”
Shakuyaku laughed softly, shaking her head. “That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea,” Sanji replied with a sigh. “He snores, he gets lost even when he’s standing still, and he smells,” his nose wrinkles, like he was smelling him next to him. “Anyways, I won’t keep you from your duties any longer, I’m just gonna finish buying some herbs and spices.”
Shakuyaku’s thin eyebrows raised at that. “Oh, I have just what you need here!” exclaimed the dark-haired lady, fishing for something inside her full bag of groceries. She pulled a small pack of blue-ish purple herbs, neatly tied with a pink string.
Sanji’s bushy brows furrowed. “What is that?”
“Just some Blushleaf,” Shakuyaku shrugged. “It’s something we grow here. It’s quite nice paired with meat,” she explained, handing him the herbs. “Keep it, I have plenty in my bag.” She chuckled softly. “But be careful. They’re kind of special, so use a little.”
“Thank you, dear Shakuyaku, I’ll use them tonight,” Sanji thanked her for her kind gesture and slipped the herbs into his bag without much thought. The scent lingered on his fingers, warm and kind of spicy.
They say goodbye to one another and set off in different directions.
-
Back at the Sunny, Sanji arrived with another cigarette between his lips and a bag full of groceries in each hand. He was greeted by the sight of Zoro’s sweaty back. The smelly swordsman was lifting weights with steady, unhurried movements, his focus entirely on the exercise. His biceps flexed with each lift, popping out his arms and glistening when the sun catched the small droplets of sweat rolling down his skin. He could hear the deep grunts ripping from Zoro’s throat as he kept going.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” huffed the green-haired man, clearly aware of the blond’s staring.
Sanji exhaled a thin stream of smoke through his nose, clicking his tongue in irritation as he adjusted his grip on the bags and stepped around the mess.
“You better pick up when you finish.” It’s all he said, walking to the kitchen, ignoring the heavy breaths coming from behind him.
After putting away the groceries, he began prepping the ingredients he was gonna use tonight.
Sanji browned some garlic cloves in lard, chopped some onions, and added them to the pan. When they were sufficiently caramelized, he removed them and, in the same pan, seared the meat, basting it with its own juices as it cooked.
In another pot, rice was cooking for a curry - enough for him and the bottomless pit that was Zoro’s stomach.
When the meat was almost done, he added a couple of chopped herbs, including the Blushleaf that Shakuyaku had given him. The aroma that rose from the meat was remarkable, like nothing he ever smelled before.
He plated everything neatly, worthy of the Baratie, a proud sigh leaving his lips while admiring his work…until he remembers it’s for that smelly…
“Marimo!” yells the cook without enthusiasm. “Food’s ready!” He places the food on the table, making sure to set them at opposite ends, as far away as possible from his caveman manners.
Zoro was seated in front of him in less than a second and immediately started eating. He ate like a starved man, but it didn’t bother the cook that much; he was glad Zoro liked his food so much that he inhaled it and asked for seconds.
Sanji, on the other hand, took his time savoring his dish. He found that the Blushleaf added a warm, earthy spice to the meat, it was delicious. He made a mental note to thank Shakuyaku the next time he saw her.
It was so good that they both went for seconds, and Zoro even took a third, while Sanji lit his after-dinner cigarette at the table. Between his second and third serving Zoro slowed down his pace. His chopsticks hovered midair over his bowl and the space between his brows creased.
“I’m feeling a bit woozy after that big supper,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders as if he was trying to shake it off. “Must’ve eaten too fast.”
Sanji snorted softly, taking a drag of his cigarette. “That’s a first,” he said, exhaling smoke to the side. “Try chewing next time.”
Zoro ignored his comment. Instead he blinked slowly, once, twice, his gaze drifting unfocused around the room. The light filtering inside the room seemed…wrong. Wasn’t it nighttime?
“The room is glowing,” he said softly, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand.
Sanji shot him a look. “Finally lose what little sense of direction you had left?” he flickered the ash of his cigarette.
Zoro’s deep eyes settled on him. It felt uncharacteristically intense and calm. He didn’t scowl at him, nor did he return the insult.
“You look so…soft,” he added, like it was a simple observation.
The cigarette stalled between Sanji’s fingers. For half a second, the only sound was the faint clink of Zoro’s chopsticks against the plate and the quiet crackle of Sanji’s cigarette burning down. He scoffed, forcing a laugh that came out a little too sharp.
“Tch. You’re more out of it than I thought,” he said, turning his head away and taking another drag.
Still, there was a warmth spreading inside his chest that didn’t go unnoticed. He glanced back despite himself. Zoro hasn’t stopped staring at him. His eyes fixated on him with an odd softness in them.
Neither of them could tell what was happening, but they felt like something shifted. Be it inside of them or around.
Zoro was the first to move. His large hands pressed against the table as he pushed himself upright, veins standing out along his muscular arms, his pulse hammering wildly beneath his skin. His presence shifted the air in the room the moment he stood, heavy and unavoidable, his gaze locked onto Sanji like it had nowhere else to go.
The blond dragged a hand over his neck, irritated. His skin felt like it was burning in the air of the dining room. The tension between them was thick as tar, clinging, suffocating - like a sudden change in pressure that made the room feel smaller. And as Zoro slowly closed the distance between them, each breath felt too short.
Like a hammer, his pulse pounded inside his throat, slow but persistent.
Warmth bloomed beneath his skin, spreading without permission.
The smell of spices lingered in the air, mixed with something more…raw.
Zoro.
Sanji clenched his jaw, fingers curling tight as if he needed to hold onto something — anything — to keep himself from acting impulsively.
“Don’t come near me,” he grunted without any real strength. Zoro stopped in his tracks, however he was already too close. “Shakuyaku…” the name of that beautiful woman tasted like sour milk in his mouth. It suddenly made sense to him why she was so interested in his relationship with the damn marimo. “It’s all her fault. She gave me an aphrodisiac.” Sanji wanted to think that the heat rising in his chest was anger or betrayal, but that lie fell apart the moment his fingers moved to his shirt, undoing one button.
Then another.
Zoro nodded. “I figured,” it’s all he said. He didn’t reproach him for having been deceived by Shakuyaku, nor did take the clear opportunity to mock his stupidity; he simply stared intently at the recently exposed skin of his chest. Sanji found it strange, he was feeling like a piece of meat being dangled in front of a hungry dog.
“Aren’t you gonna say something? Call me an idiot for being cajoled by a woman into cooking a fucking aphrodisiac to you?” questioned the blond, growing frustrated by Zoro’s staring.
The swordsman took the final step that closed the distance between the two of them. Now their feet touched, and the tips of their noses brushed against each other delicately so that it kind of tickled. It felt like the room temperature rose in a second, making the men breathe agitated and their hot breathes clashing together.
He was so close to Sanji that he could count each and every freckle on his tanned face. His scar, product of his determination and sacrifice, adorned his face with rugged charm. He never said it to him, but he had always liked the way it made Zoro look badass. It seemed like Sanji wasn’t the only one analyzing the other’s face, because Zoro’s eye was travelling up and down all across the chef’s face too. He stayed focused on his lips for a little too much.
Zoro’s large hand slithered to the back of Sanji’s neck, caressing the blond hairs with the tips of his fingers while applying pressure with the palm. It felt hot, his skin was burning against Sanji. It also felt strangely relaxing.
“Zoro…?” Sanji’s voice sounded nervous, he wasn’t sure what the other man’s next move was going to be. Was it going to be the same thing Sanji was thinking about?
“Shut up, cook,” Zoro whispered, leaning over to press his lips against Sanji’s. The blond’s breath hitched the moment he felt the other man’s mouth kiss him, his eyes opened in shock for a second, and he broke from the kiss immediately.
Zoro didn’t mind his rejection, he just lingered with his open lips brushing against Sanji’s, breathing-no, huffing agitated. He stayed there, mouths touching but not kissing, until he looked up to meet the cook’s eyes and he had this one glance - needy, desperate, miserable, and Sanji just thought ‘fuck it’ and pulled him by the collar of his shirt.
This time, Sanji melted into the kiss without hesitation, his lips desperately looking for Zoro’s touch. His head leaned to the side with a hum as Zoro’s hand pressed into his neck to get impossibly closer, the other one settled on the curve of his back, making Sanji arch into him as they continued the embrace. Their mouths fused together and their tongues fought each other in such a knee-weakening way. Sanji felt ravenous, as if he had woken up a sleeping beast inside of him that needed to kiss the marimo in order to survive.
As the kiss grew hotter and more desperate, the men moved their positions so now Sanji was almost sitting against the end of the table while Zoro was in front of him, caging the blond with his large body. Sanji’s hands clawed at Zoro’s clothes, trying to hint that he should take them off. He did, he broke off the kiss and hurriedly took off his t-shirt. Sanji did the same, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and throwing it next to the marimo’s. When their torsos were bared from any remaining fabric, their mouths met again in a rough, hungry kiss.
Hands explored each other’s bodies, clawing and grabbing at every inch of hot skin they could get at. Sanji felt a bottomless pit of desperation in his stomach that only being close to Zoro seemed to fill. Any memory of past arguments or repressed frustration he had for the marimo long gone when he tasted his lips.
When they broke the kiss once again to recover oxygen, Sanji began to kneel in front of Zoro, his head between the edge of the table and his bulging groin. With shaky hands, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, revealing Zoro’s hard cock as his pants and underwear were fully slid down at once. The blond took a moment to admire his manhood, that large and proud erection pulsing in front of him, he felt a little saliva starting to pool on the sides of his mouth. Sanji would never have guessed that Zoro’s dick was gonna be that pretty, thick and rosy at the tip.
With a generous amount of spit in his palm, his hand enveloped the hard cock. At first, his strokes felt hesitant, not knowing what the marimo would like in a handjob. But then, when Zoro began to mindlessly thrust into his hand, deep groans fluttering from his throat, he started to feel more confident and began to work his hand on Zoro’s cock with more determination.
His mouth followed, wrapping itself on the swordsman’s tip and suckling a little, gaining beautifully desperate moans from Zoro that went directly to Sanji’s aching bulge. He liked the weight of Zoro's cock against his tongue, hot and warm. “Mhm, fuck, cook,” groaned the green-haired man, grabbing the blond’s hair and taking control, fucking his cock into Sanji’s mouth. “Take that cock, yeah.”
Sanji hummed around Zoro’s dick, sending pleasant vibrations, this was his first time sucking cock, but he was not gonna make a fool of himself. He remembered how he liked it done to him, so with that in mind he just went at it. He slowly dragged his tongue on the lower part of his shaft, making sure to use his hands wherever his mouth couldn’t reach because - wow, Zoro was big.
He tried, but failed, not to gag on it. Zoro was pretty rough with him, so needy to have his dick sucked by Sanji that he rudely ignored how his amber eyes shined and his blushed cheeks were getting wet with tears. “Don’t be such an animal, marimo,” managed to mumble the blond one of the few times he got space to breathe.
“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock, chef,” responded Zoro, tugging at the hair he was still grabbing. Sanji moaned at that rudenedd and continued to let his throat get fucked by Zoro’s cock. It was a messy pace. His hips thrusted erratically into his mouth, and his balls slapped against Sanji’s chin, which was wet with his drool. All of that plus the heightened sentations and the hand stroking Zoro at the base made the orgasm inevitable.
It didn’t take long until warm white ribbons shot into Sanji’s throat. The blond man swallowed them like a champion, sucking him dry. He actually didn't taste bad, kind of...sweet. Could it be the Blushleaf?
The hand that was still grabbing Sanji by the hair pulled him off the other man’s cock. There was a thick line of spit and cum keeping his bottom lip and the tip of Zoro’s cock together. “Shit, you’re such a slut,” gasped the marimo out of breath.
Sanji swallowed, his throat felt sore from all that work. “It’s not nice to slut-shame, marimo,” said the blond while cleaning his chin and mouth with his hand.
“It was a compliment, though,” defended the green-haired one, helping the cook to stand up and turning him around so his back was pressing against his chest.
The aphrodisiac was strong enough to make Zoro's cock hard again, but they didn't immediately take care of it, it was Sanji's turn now.
The marimo's rough hands unmade Sanji's trousers, letting them slide down his long legs and pool around his ankles. He spat on his hand before the calloused palm wrapped around the blond's aching cock. The moment Sanji felt the warm roughness on him, he let out a soft groan from the satisfaction of finally being touched.
Zoro was pumping his cock with tight strokes while his bare erection rubbed against his ass, getting a little of the edge off. It felt really nice, his thumb rubbing at the tip, his fingers playing a little with his balls from time to time, his other hand just feeling his toned torso up and down, just the way his rhythm was calculated to make him moan overwhelmed. All of that paired with the nastiest words being gasped against his ear.
"You have a pretty cock," chuckled the marimo, leaving a trail of wet kisses from his shoulder to his neck. "So cute, twitching against my hand, so needy."
"Mhm," whined the cook, "Shut up," it didn't sound like an annoyed shut up, more like a shy one, as if he found the compliment pleasant.
"Aww, you like it when I praise you?"
Why was this man suddenly so talkative? Sanji nodded, arching his back so his ass could be closer to Zoro's cock.
"I'm gonna prep you now, okay?" warned the swordsman, shoving two of his free fingers inside Sanji's mouth, getting them nice and wet with his spit.
Sanji bent over the table slightly, making himself more accesible yet still leaving space for his cock to continue being jerked off. His skin got goosebumps when the first finger caressed lightly between his cheeks, circling around his puckered hole.
"Relax, bab-cook, I'm gonna be gentle...at first."
Zoro didn't even let him process what he said because his finger started making its way into his asshole and the sharp sensation was too distracting. It felt weird, but it didn't hurt like he would have thought, and that strange feeling dissappeared immediately when Zoro started thrusting his finger in and out of him. The overwhelming pleasure of his cock being jerked and his ass getting finger-fucked erased any trace of thought and commons sense inside his brain, it only left behind a mess of moans and grunts.
"Heh, you like it so much," it wasn't a question, he knew he was enjoying it, it was obvious. "I'm gonna add another finger and then I'm gonna fuck that bratty ass of yours."
"Fuck, yes," cried out Sanji when he felt another digit entering his hole, Zoro's hands were so big, his fingers reached his prostate with no problem. Sanji's eyes rolled back into his skull when that white-hot pleasure shocked his nervous system.
"You're so tight, I don't think you're gonna take my cock at all," gasped Zoro, still stroking softly the other man's dick, yet his eyes fixated on the way his fingers dissappeared into the blond's hole, groaning at the visual.
"O-Of course it's gonna fit, who do you take me for?"
Zoro chuckled, removing his digits from Sanji and letting go of his cock, earning a bratty whine from the blond at the empty sensation, which made Zoro laugh again. "Let's see, then."
Sanji heard another spitting sound. Then, Zoro’s cock head gently rubbed against his asshole before shoving it slowly inside of him. It didn’t hurt, the aphrodisiac basically eliminated any uncomfortable sensations and enhanced the pleasure. The blond let out a small whimper, he felt every inch of his length, every pulsating vein, it almost made him drool.
“Shit, so tight,” Zoro mussitated between gritted teeth. His hands held tightly on both sides of Sanji’s hips. Both men let out a moan when he finally bottomed out and his pelvis clashed against Sanji’s asscheeks, making them jiggle.
“Fuck me already, marimo,” demanded the cook with heavy breaths. “I’m not getting any young- Ah!” he moaned, interrupted by a sharp thrust that had him seeing stars for a second. Well, at least he obeyed him.
Charged thrusts kept coming one after the other. Sanji’s nails dug on the wooden table, leaving tiny lines on the old surface. Both of them moaned and groaned with zero inhibition, why would they silence themselves when nobody was there to catch them? They even broke some plates and glasses when Zoro shoved them out of the way, laying Sanji’s chest on the table so he could reach deeper into him.
Damn, is this why they call it being fucked dumb? Because every time the marimo’s big cock hit that one spot inside him that had him arching his back like a cat, any form of coherent thought escaped his brain. He no longer remembered his name, only moaning one thing.
“Zoro! Mm, fuck!”
His cries, broken and needy, fueled Zoro’s movement like gasoline to a fire. All they could hear was the ocean and the plap-plap-plap of their sweaty skin slapping. It was a non-stop wave of bliss, every nerve on their system constantly short-circuiting. Sanji whined when Zoro’s hand grabbed his hair, arching him impossibly more towards him. He left open-mouthed kisses and tiny bites on his neck, savouring the saltiness of his sweat and humming at the taste invading his tongue.
“So pretty, so f’cking pretty f’me,” growled the swordsman into his shoulder, each word interspersed with an aggressive thrust that pushed Sanji forward. “You like having my cock inside you? You like being my slut?”
Even with his head restrained by Zoro’s hand pulling his hair, Sanji nodded and cried a pathetic “Yessss!”
“Fuck, fuck, yes! Make me your slut, marimo, fill me up with that cock- Oh! Shit! You’re so big, fuck,” Sanji was rambling at this point, all he could think about was his prostate being bullied by Zoro’s fat tip, hitting so so hard, and he was so close. Oh, so fucking close his teeth pressed and his jaw clenched. “Please, Zoro, I’m gonna cum,” he cried out, gasping and reaching back so he could grab the other man’s side, keeping him from stopping his moves.
“Yeah?” Sanji could hear Zoro’s fucking grin against his neck. “Gonna cum for me? Make a mess in your little kitchen?” The blond just answered with a tight moan. “Then cum, so I can fill this tight ass up, too.”
“Mm, Zoro, fuck I’m cumming!” When Sanji’s orgasm hit, it felt like a wave crashing against his body at first, shocking and aggressive, but then the second part followed and all of his muscles relaxed in an exquisite warmth. His cock throbbed and ejaculated all over the table, and it was then that he noticed he never even touched it. He came undone from Zoro fucking him.
Zoro followed him with a mind-shattering groan. “Shit, Sanji!” His cock pumped Sanji’s ass full of his seed. The man leaned his head against Sanji’s damp and blushed back, gasping for air with his eye tightly closed shut, trying to regain composure.
That was just the first round of the night.
-
It was morning when the rest of the crew came back to the Sunny. All of them were tired from the trip and happy that they were home now. Their stomachs growled and hoped Sanji was waiting for them with a feast.
When they all reached the kitchen/dining room, Nami was the one to yell first. “WHAT THE FUCK!?”
There they were, Zoro and Sanji, surrounded by broken glass and porcelain. The chairs were lying on the floor next to them. The portraits and paintings too. Even the curtains were torn. The whole image in front of the group was a mess. Zoro was squatting and holding the dustpan while Sanji was quietly sweeping all the broken shards on the floor.
“What happened here?” Questioned Robin, crossing her arms.
The men looked at each other, trying to find an answer.
“Did you guys fight again?” Asked Luffy this time, scratching his head.
“Yes!”
“We did!”
“Ugh, we can’t leave you two alone for a day that you mess up the entire place,” groaned Usopp, leaving the room without another word.
“Yeah, you better leave this place squeaky clean!” Said Nami. “And the deck too!”
“I thought that was your task, Nami,” spoke Chopper, furrowing his brows confused.
“Shh!”
