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Staring blankly into the abyss of the vast ocean before her, [name] stood at the helm of Sunny as she guided the ship along the calm waters toward Soabody. The rest of the crew opted to head below deck and recuperate from their recent adventures. Having sailed to and from Soabody on many occasions, [name] volunteered to steer the ship through the night (whilst also utilizinga certain vivre card). Taking advantage of the grandline's rare calmness,[name] allowed her mind to drift off, processing the recent events.

Being reunited with Luffy after all those years felt great, as our protagonist had missed the other dearly. Thinking back to their childhood, she reminisced about the time they had spent together. All the good times they had playing pirate by the docks, or running through the village on their make-believe adventures. [name] hoped that good times like those will come again now that their together once again.

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Still lost in thought, the young woman failed to notice the blonde chef who was trying to get her attention. Sanji had just finished preparing some ingredients for another day of serving the crew, when he remembered that [name] was steering the ship that night and decided to go check on her.
Quickly whipping up two mugs of coffee he made his way out onto the outer deck towards the young woman that stood by her lonesome.

Calling out to her, he got no response as her mind was still occupied by her thoughts. Setting down one of the mugs on a nearby railing, he reached out his now free hand and lightly shook the girl, calling her name once again.

"Huh!" [name] gasped.
Startled by the sudden contact, she whips around to find the blonde male grasping her shoulder. In her moment of stupor her body reacts before her mind does, lashing out.
The blonde make suddenly finds himself falling to the floor, his back coming into contact with the wooden floor of the deck harshly, the cup of coffee flying out of his hand.

"Don't touch me!"

Sanji could only look on at the young woman before him in shock. Her expression held so much anger and digust towards him, as she glared at him. If looks could kill, he'd be dead ten times over.

"I- I'm-"

Before he could even get a proper word in, [name] stormed off, retreating to the women's quarters. The cook sat there on the upper deck, utterly confused at what just transpired. His heart sunk at the thought of him doing something that would upset the young woman. He sat there, his mind racing, as the two cups of coffee remained forgotten.

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