Little Prince
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The bed seemed so big, and as a tiny ten-year-old Sanji opened his eyes he realized he had no clue where he was. The last memory he recalled was working on the cruise ship, then the sudden pirate attack, being swept over into the stormy sea and then nothing. Besides all that, the thoughts that came to him first were not the ones he would have expected, just how big the bed seemed.
He tried to exit the bed and find some answers. Obviously he was alive. He must have been rescued. Getting out of bed proved tougher than expected. He apparently was wearing very large pajamas as well and his movements were just barely moving the huge shirt and pants and not his body. Finally with a couple of rocking motions he fell out of the tangle of nightclothes and blankets on to the floor with a thump.
The room was small, neat, and with a window that over looked the sea. A boat. His eyes moved to the dresser to find some clothes better suited to investigate the situation when he noticed two pictures sitting there on top. A picture that seemed to be him in front of a restaurant with an old one legged chef who was giving the boy a hard time. The old man stirred something in his memory but he couldn't exactly place what. It couldn't have been him since he didn't recall this picture ever being taken or ever being acquaintance with this guy.
The other picture made his heart stop. There was an older version of himself smoking a cigarette next to a motley crew. A green haired guy with three swords, a boy with a straw hat, a girl holding a map, a goofy looking guy with a long nose, and reindeer looking thing with a large pink hat.
The one possible answer occurred to him. He had been rescued alright, but not just by anybody. This boat, this crew, had his father as a member! His heart started beating again, but very fast. He snatched the picture and clutched at it till his knuckles turned white.
He had never known his father. His mother had been taken from him when he was really young. He grew up with no family other than the people sharing whatever kitchen he happened to be working in. But here in his hand was something he hadn't even considered dreaming in.real family. So close.
Sanji turned to run toward the door but tripped over the bottom of the pants and grunted as he desperately searched the room for smaller clothes. Lots of suits, button down shirts, finally in a box at the back of the closet labeled "mementos" yielded clothes he could have sworn were his. White pants and shirt, kitchen smock. A rush filled him. If this was his dad (and if it wasn't it had to be some close relative, the resemblance was just too uncanny) he was a chef as well! He hurriedly put on the clothes and kept his hand glued to the picture as he rushed out of the room and out on deck.
He stood there for a moment. The green haired man was asleep against the rail and as he started to approach him to ask what where he could find the suited man in the picture.and swiveled as heard a door slam behind him.
"Sanji? Is breakfast ready yet?" Luffy called in a tired half-eyed whine.
"Hey! Is my dads' name Sanji too? Is he here? Is he the cook? Where are we? Did you rescue me? Who are you?" Luffy looked down as the blond boys mouth began to blur in his mind.
"Who are you?"
"That's my line!" Sanji felt himself starting to get mad when he was lifted off the ground by a newly awake swordsman.
"What do we have here?" Zoro asked Luffy, ignoring the struggling boy he was holding in the air. Luffy yawned.
"He's looking for Sanji I think. Or maybe his dad? I lost track." Zoros eyes widened as he took a closer look at the boy.
"Come with me boy and lets have a man to man chat."
Sanji nodded his head but had never been so nervous.
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The bed seemed so big, and as a tiny ten-year-old Sanji opened his eyes he realized he had no clue where he was. The last memory he recalled was working on the cruise ship, then the sudden pirate attack, being swept over into the stormy sea and then nothing. Besides all that, the thoughts that came to him first were not the ones he would have expected, just how big the bed seemed.
He tried to exit the bed and find some answers. Obviously he was alive. He must have been rescued. Getting out of bed proved tougher than expected. He apparently was wearing very large pajamas as well and his movements were just barely moving the huge shirt and pants and not his body. Finally with a couple of rocking motions he fell out of the tangle of nightclothes and blankets on to the floor with a thump.
The room was small, neat, and with a window that over looked the sea. A boat. His eyes moved to the dresser to find some clothes better suited to investigate the situation when he noticed two pictures sitting there on top. A picture that seemed to be him in front of a restaurant with an old one legged chef who was giving the boy a hard time. The old man stirred something in his memory but he couldn't exactly place what. It couldn't have been him since he didn't recall this picture ever being taken or ever being acquaintance with this guy.
The other picture made his heart stop. There was an older version of himself smoking a cigarette next to a motley crew. A green haired guy with three swords, a boy with a straw hat, a girl holding a map, a goofy looking guy with a long nose, and reindeer looking thing with a large pink hat.
The one possible answer occurred to him. He had been rescued alright, but not just by anybody. This boat, this crew, had his father as a member! His heart started beating again, but very fast. He snatched the picture and clutched at it till his knuckles turned white.
He had never known his father. His mother had been taken from him when he was really young. He grew up with no family other than the people sharing whatever kitchen he happened to be working in. But here in his hand was something he hadn't even considered dreaming in.real family. So close.
Sanji turned to run toward the door but tripped over the bottom of the pants and grunted as he desperately searched the room for smaller clothes. Lots of suits, button down shirts, finally in a box at the back of the closet labeled "mementos" yielded clothes he could have sworn were his. White pants and shirt, kitchen smock. A rush filled him. If this was his dad (and if it wasn't it had to be some close relative, the resemblance was just too uncanny) he was a chef as well! He hurriedly put on the clothes and kept his hand glued to the picture as he rushed out of the room and out on deck.
He stood there for a moment. The green haired man was asleep against the rail and as he started to approach him to ask what where he could find the suited man in the picture.and swiveled as heard a door slam behind him.
"Sanji? Is breakfast ready yet?" Luffy called in a tired half-eyed whine.
"Hey! Is my dads' name Sanji too? Is he here? Is he the cook? Where are we? Did you rescue me? Who are you?" Luffy looked down as the blond boys mouth began to blur in his mind.
"Who are you?"
"That's my line!" Sanji felt himself starting to get mad when he was lifted off the ground by a newly awake swordsman.
"What do we have here?" Zoro asked Luffy, ignoring the struggling boy he was holding in the air. Luffy yawned.
"He's looking for Sanji I think. Or maybe his dad? I lost track." Zoros eyes widened as he took a closer look at the boy.
"Come with me boy and lets have a man to man chat."
Sanji nodded his head but had never been so nervous.