A/N: Just to let everyone know that Zoro x Sanji used to be an otp before and now I don't ship them anymore. But, I might as well upload an old fic that I tried writing when I did ship them. So, enjoy? I have no idea.

Beginning: Chapter 1

Two souls. There are two souls that are seen to be wading in the shallow vastness of the sphere that orbits whatever mass of space given. Two souls that meet once and never do again, but that "once" have bounded each on a thin strand of thread easily able to snap through the wind, yet it manages to cling ever so desperately. For these two souls should ever meet, the string shall break.

"Oi Marimo head, wake up we're leaving," A faded voice spoke between the wisps of smoke that covered the green haired figure. With a disinterested grunt, he slowly stood up heaving his weight back onto his feet as he rested a steady hand on the 3 katanas that were secured in his haramaki.

His eyes slowly blinked from awaking in his mid-afternoon slumber as he scratched the back of his head eyeing the open sea as if looking for nothing. Then, his eyes flickered back to the blonde man blowing off soft grey clouds that burn from the tip of the ignited cigarette. His eyes were dull yet a calm blue that seems to be reflected as the same color of the ocean.

How many days has it been? How long have they've been separated from the rest of the crew?

The two nakama have woken up one day stranded against the strip of sand that lay across the foreign island. Each was breathless and thoughtless from the occurring storm they got mixed up in. Howling winds and the blade like rain was a distant memory. The Sunny clung to the waves as it rocked vigorously. The only choice that agreed among the crew was to wait it out and hope for the best. However, the two men unfortunately did not have the greatest sense of balance as they tipped over the ledge—plunging into the cold needles of the raging black waters.

Sanji had loved the ocean all his life. To him, it represented the other world of different beings- flourishing with life, spilling in color, and the limitless arena of cool blue pressure. However, every beauty had their darkest pits, and the wrath of the ocean was unlike any. As it gives life, it drowns many as a death bringer to helpless survivors. Surging back and forth, the current ripped the two men mercilessly into the swallowing abyss. All Sanji could remember was the impact of the water as he fell head first. Then, the struggle to keep his head above the moving surface that swayed violently and erratically. And, before he knew it, he found himself imprinted against a random shore. As he achingly lifted his back up with supported palms-pushing against the sand, everything felt sore and his strained muscles complained at the movement but continued nonetheless. He observed his surroundings with a tired eye and spotted a flash of green in his peripheral vision. He instinctively knew the owner of this moss-colored hair. For once, he was actually relieved to see this idiot with him-leaving him a slight sense of familiarity.

Sanji placed his concentration on nothing for the moment only to indulge himself within the soothing nicotine of the smoke. He took a long drag and sighed a wafting gray as he turned back to the swordsman.

"We're leaving." he repeated as he threw the butt of the cigarette-smothering the small embers into the sand with his shoe.

"I heard you once," Zoro yawned as he stretched out his body letting the sea breeze fill him up in its salty atmosphere, "besides that, where are we?" he glanced cautiously around then his gaze fell back to the cook for an answer.

"Now you notice?" Sanji sighed as he brushed off his damp pants from any stranding sand left, "how should I know? We fell overboard off of Sunny and onto this random island and you expect me to know every moment that's going on?"

Zoro gave an annoyed expression from the frustration of Sanji's tone. He would've have started bickering with the cook at that point, but he decided that petty fights weren't the time for the situation they have found themselves in.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Get to the others of course…and as soon as possible."

"And, how are we going to do that?" Zoro questioned as he raised an eyebrow.

"We go to Lurrak Island that's how. Now stop asking questions and get your ass moving; we're going to need some supplies to set sail." The cook ordered as he started to walk to the distant building he had spotted earlier that day.

Zoro shot a pestered glare from Sanji's command as he started to follow the behind him. What Sanji had said was their closest chance to meet back with the rest of the crew. He had clearly remembered the day before the wretched storm when they had spotted a nearby island.

"Everyone! There's an Island up ahead!" Nami gave a loud call towards the group as she squinted her eyes that saw a forming shape in the distance. She took a quick peek at her map as she raised her eye back on the water.

"An Island?! What?! Let me see!" an energetic mass of rubber flung himself at the ledge as his neck craned over to eye the horizon and then back to the navigator as she pointed to a small strip of land that was inked into the map.

"Hmm…it says that the Island ahead of us is called Lurrak Island," She explained to the young captain as well as the rest. "We should be able to get there in about a couple of days…well depending on the weather," she smiled as she tucked a lock of soft tangerine hair behind her ear. This led to another flurry of cheers from the captain with curiosity brimming to the surface of his eyes. Sanji then twirled into the view of the navigator as he offered her a drink on a carried platter.

"Your navigation skills never disappoint Nami-san~ You should take a break from this tiring work; I wouldn't want any strain on your delicate body~" the cook crooned sweetly as the navigator lifted the glass from the platter.

"Thank you Sanji-kun, but I can't let my eyes off of my work. Anything can happen at any time after all," She smiled as she took small sips of the pink lemonade that was offered.

"Ahh~ Nami-swan is so wonderful when she's dedicated in her duties~" He sang happily until he was interrupted with a voice that sounded instinctively irritating to his ears.

"Just shut up already cook; I'm trying to sleep here" zoro opened one eye as he kept a tired frown towards the blonde.

"What did you say you shitty swordsman?!" Sanji drove his full attention to the moss haired idiot as Zoro continued to glare at him with an uncaring sigh.

"I said shut up, you got a problem curly brow?" the larger man eyes grew darker as the atmosphere quickly intensified.

"Why you—"the cook was about to swing swift kick to Zoro's side until the young navigator gave a small scold that this wasn't the time to have ridiculous fights.

"Of course Nami-swan I'm terribly sorry~" Sanji gave apologetic smile as he dismissed himself giving the marimo a final glare and was glowered back at from the resting figure.

Yeah. Zoro had remembered the stupid little clash between him and Sanji, but more importantly that Nami had indeed stated that they were headed to Lurrak Island, so their only logical course of action was to head towards there and hopefully reunite with the rest of the crew. Right? Hopefully. The whole scheme was questionable. How would anyone be so sure that the rest would be waiting with open arms at the place. His thoughts slowly compressed and refocused on the movements of Sanji's stride through the forest that was only began to thicken as they went further on.

"Don't you think it's a better idea to stay put, and let them find us?" Zoro suggested.

"And, how long do you think that's going to take? Our safest bet is to go somewhere with a higher chance of them being there." Sanji kept his pace steady as he only eyed what was ahead. Even with the safest bet, nothing was garunteed, but he'd rather go foward on this than contemplating all the possibilities.

A normal hike would've have been fine for two if they weren't in the condition they currently were in, but eventually, a small sign of civilization had shown gratefully: a town. Small wooden buildings consecutively lined up against each other at the exit of the jungle. Signs of vegetation soon grew sparse and a dirt road had appeared along with the many houses. Few pedestrians were walking about the area as they quietly muttered eyeing the two suspicious looking men that slowly arrived towards them in battered clothing.

"Surely we can get something out of here…" Sanji observed as he brushed his hair back entangle the knots of his unkempt locks. He suddenly noticed the swordsman walking ahead of him—trudging towards a particular building that seemed to look like an old fashioned saloon or bar.

"Hey idiot! Where the heck are you going?" He called in a frustrated tone as he grabbed the samurai by the back of his shirt collar.

"Food first" He replied back as he swatted the hand away and continued to move forward. In truth, Sanji had not noticed until now that his stomach was complaining to him in slow rumbles. He was too focused on getting everything ready to leave before actually realizing that they should take some sort of rest after going through such a life threatening survival.

Sanji was about to protest about Zoro's brash decision, but the marimo had entered before any words were said. After breathing out an annoyed sigh, the chef chased after the moron.