The homing instinct is an inherent ability animals have, that allows them when traversing long, unfamiliar distances, to - against all odds - find their way home.
Pirate Hunter Zoro, the closest personification of a beast, had no such thing.
In fact, his greatest (and most humorous) weakness was his orientation skills that mimicked that of three year old child, and even still while a three year old learns after getting lost once, maybe twice, his crew grieved at the fact that he never will.
Not that he'd care to admit it.
No. Afterall, it was them that had got lost in their journey to town. It was them who fell astray from the carefully crafted stone path. They could not follow a straight line.
Them, not him.
So he assured himself with a nod as he circled the clearing he unintentionally settled in for the tenth time.
Who was he kidding? He knew that he was lost.
He knew the witch was surely pissed he wasn't there to carry the bags of new additions to her already mountainous collection of scraps of fabrics she called clothes, and he knew she'd complain perpetually for the next few days about how he needs to stop growing moss on his head and instead grow a brain and learn some direction. Then Robin would once again spout on about some nonsense about pigeons from Columbidae Island having the innate ability to be placed anywhere on the Blue Sea (the Red Line, the Grand Line, the Four Blues, you name it) and always somehow make it back to Columbidae Islands. She would then proceed to talk about how the World Government would use them in the past as messengers and blah blah blah blah blah. Nami would then cry on about how she wished Zoro, being a beast and all, would home back to the Sunny Go.
However, Zoro knew he didn't need it.
First of all, he was not some half-witted pigeon, and second of all…
Home would come to him.
"Oi, little lost swordsies, there you are."
Blonde, swirly-browed, cigarette growing out of his mouth, pain-in-the-ass-naggy cook. Home.
"What took you, Shit-Cook?"
The genuine implications of their words was lost under their need to keep their strong manly exteriors
I knew I'd find you.
You always find me.
I somewhat recently became a ZoSan fan, call me a Fujoshi :p
I was a bit torn with this story because I had written quite a lot more that I quite liked but it didn't fit in with the ending bit I had planned. Nevertheless, I hoping I can use the stuff i had to forgo potentially in other stories. I hope you like it :)
