A brief stop-over on a sunny little summer island has consequences for the Mugiwara... Because the Grand Line never fails to deliver trouble when you least expect it.

Everyone's come back stronger after two years apart... But there's always a cost. And Sanji isn't sure that the price was worth paying.

Zoro watches the light dance along the katana. As it shifts, the silvery waves become moonlit clouds, bright against the night sky of the steel. His hand goes out before he can prevent it: he wants to touch the sword so much it draws him like falling. Just in time he catches himself and stops, clenching his hand into a fist. (Childhood fic)