Mistake

A Silent Farewell

The familiar silhouette of the Thousand Sunny finally came into view, its vibrant colors bright against the night sky.

As Sanji stepped aboard the Thousand Sunny, a wave of calm washed over him.

The ship was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows.

He paused for a moment, his heart aching at the sight of his crew sprawled across the grassy deck, their bodies relaxed and weary from the journey.

They looked peaceful, their dreams weaving together in a tapestry of camaraderie and adventure, a reminder of why he had fought so hard to protect them.

A small smile broke through his sadness, and he felt a bittersweet warmth in his chest.

They deserve the world, he thought, and I can't let my problems weigh them down.

With that resolve, he slowly made his way to his room, the familiar creaking of the wooden floor a comforting sound.

Once inside, he sat down at the small table by the window, where moonlight illuminated the space, casting gentle shadows on the walls.

Sanji pulled out a pen and a couple of sheets of paper, his hands trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and began to write, pouring his heart out onto the pages.

The first note was addressed to his crew.

In the second note, he wrote to Zoro.

Once he finished writing, Sanji stood up slowly, feeling the weight of his words settle in his chest.

He moved toward the wardrobe, the familiar scent of the wood and his clothes filling his senses.

As he opened the door, he felt a pang of nostalgia wash over him.

Memories flooded his mind-the times he and Zoro had shared in this very room, laughter echoing off the walls, the whispered promises of adventure.

He reached in and pulled out a small bag, carefully packing a few clothes, essentials, and the savings he had managed to accumulate over their journeys.

Each item he placed in the bag felt like a bittersweet farewell to a life he had known.

Sanji's fingers brushed against the fabric, and he remembered the day Zoro had gifted him a shirt, insisting that he wear it during their next adventure.

With each item, he recalled moments shared with Zoro-their first real fight against a powerful foe, the way Zoro had stood by him when things got tough, and the quiet moments when they simply existed in each other's presence. Those memories made his heart ache.

Finally, Sanji closed the wardrobe door, taking one last look around the room that had held so much of their history.

The walls seemed to whisper their secrets back to him, a soft reminder of love and friendship woven into the fabric of their lives.

He had made his decision, but it didn't mean it was easy.

With a heavy heart, he slung the bag over his shoulder and walked to the door, pausing for a moment as he looked back one last time.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips. "I love you all."

As Sanji quietly made his way out of the room and toward the kitchen, the ship remained still, the only sound being the soft rhythm of the waves lapping against the hull.

He placed his bag carefully on the counter, casting one last glance around the room where so many cherished moments had unfolded.

He knew this would be his last meal for them, and he wanted it to be perfect-a farewell gift filled with all the love he could offer.