As little white sheep grazed on the vast blue sky above, a pirate ship cruised leisurely along the Grand Line. In the distance, an island could be seen - it was only a dot, but, all the same, it was definitely an island.

"Land ahoy!" Cried Usopp from above, lowering the periscope from his eye and leaning over the edge of his perch,"I see an island!"

"YAHOOO!" Yelled Luffy, scampering up the mast to join Usopp eagerly.

"Really?"

Nami frowned and turned to Robin, who was standing next to her. They both looked down at the log pose on Nami's wrist.
"But we only left an island 2 days ago...there shouldn't be one so soon - ".
Nami stopped abruptly as the log pose suddenly jerked off course - then it pointed straight ahead, now unmoving and decided.

"How interesting..."murmured Robin, just as Merry's kitchen door opened.

Sanji strolled out, cigarette between his lips,hands in pockets, and his jacket hanging over his arm.

"Lunch is served," he smiled at the ladies of the ship, taking them by the hands and leading them into the galley. Two minutes later, he returned on deck.

"Oi, Luffy! Usopp! If you want lunch, get your asses down here!"

At the mention of food, Luffy was already seated at the dining table, eyes shining, napkin tied neatly round his neck.

"SAANNJIII! FOOOODD!" He drooled, hopping around on his seat.

"Jeez..."Nami sighed. Robin chuckled.

Chopper skipped in, his fur all puffed up from sitting up on deck in the wind.
Sanji stuck his head out of the door and looked around.

"Hey, Chopper. Go get the shitty swordsman for me, will you?" Sanji rolled his eyes. "If I go anywhere, Luffy's gonna eat all the food..."

Chopper immediately skipped back out of the galley, and up on deck to look for Zoro.

"Like hell I'm going out there on my own with that shitty marimo on the loose..."

With lunch over, everyone turned their attentions to the upcoming island.
Everyone except Sanji. He felt nervous and awkward, even if he didn't look it...and he didn't really know why. At least, that's what he told himself.
Throughout lunch, Sanji had concentrated all his energy on one thing.
Not looking at Zoro. He didn't glare at him. He didn't snap at him. And he CERTAINLY didn't smile at him. Especially when he knew Zoro was doing the exact opposite. He did everything he could to draw Sanji's attention.
Anything and everything. He would look intensely over to Sanji, glare,cough, talk, snap, get up and walk around, get in Sanji's way...and he was so close to getting the reaction he wanted...
But Sanji was absolutely obstinate that he would not fall into, what he was sure, was the marimo's trap.
When everyone, including Zoro (dragged out by Luffy to see the approaching island, much to Sanji's relief) had left, Sanji lent against the counter and thought back to yesterday's events...

As the day had drawn to a close, Sanji had started getting ready to go out for the night's watch. As the last grunts, protests and sounds of moaning of "famine" from Luffy had died down, Sanji realised he was alone at last.

He lent on the side of the ship, and looked up at the stars. The man in the moon glowed brightly in the sky, and Sanji smiled Lighting a cigarette, he shut his eyes, and felt the soft sea breeze rustle through his hair.

"So calm..."

All of a sudden, he heard a noise behind him on deck .He turned round quickly, immediately poised for attack.

"Tsk." He said, lowering his leg, which had been ready to strike. "It's only you, marimo-head."

Zoro was standing in the moon's light, leaning with his back against the ship,his arms folded. His expression was one Sanji couldn't read. He smiled slightly.

"Why so meditative?"

Sanji shrugged and turned back to face the sea.

"Who said I was?"

"No-one."

"Then why does it matter, shithead?"

There was a slight pause; Sanji didn't hear Zoro come up behind him.

"Because instead of moping out here, we could be doing something else..."

Sanji jerked violently, not just because he realized Zoro was suddenly so close behind him, but because,
swiftly and silently, Zoro had reached his strong arms around Sanji's waist.
Sanji swirled around, still held tight in Zoro's arms, and looked at the swordsman.

"What the hell do you mean by that?!" Sanji hissed, right in Zoro's face. He wriggled and squirmed in the vice-like grip around him, but he was utterly trapped. "And get your god-damn arms off me!"

A wry smile crossed Zoro's lips, which were so close to Sanji's that he could feel the warm,
beer-scented breath of the swordsman. Zoro just shook his head, and lent forward.

"Like hell..." he whispered.