You sat in your longboat, watching the horizon.
What caught your eye first was the lion-shaped figurehead. Next, the sheer size of the ship. That'll be good, you thought to yourself. Unfortunately, flying from the ship was the one thing that could dash your spirits: The Straw Hat flag. Eight people. Only eight people for all that trouble.
Still, you were starving. You needed all the help you could get. You flagged down their ship.
You sat in the galley, soaked to the bone from capsizing a couple of times that day. The cook had wrapped a blanket around you. He was sweet. Very, very sweet. He catered to you as much as you wished, much to the swordsman's chagrin. He brought you all the sweets you desired, surprising the other girls on the ship with how much you could eat without being effected. These weren't what you had in mind, but they paved the way to getting your energy back. Besides, they were delightful. Just a matter of time.
The cook's name was Sanji. He liked women. All of them. He didn't discriminate. It seemed odd to you, though, that he acted differently toward you. You didn't give him any reason to. All you did was scarf down whatever he cooked you like there was no tomorrow. Then again, his cooking was very important to him. Maybe he was pleased with your reaction to it.
Whatever the case, he was your favourite. You seemed to play favourites with each other on a daily basis. He would serve you an extravagent meal(made up mostly of cookies or cakes), and you would say something to make even his ears turn red. He would keep grumpy Zoro away from you and make sure he wasn't quite as rude as he wanted to be, and you would often do the same for him.
This was a strange time for you. Most of your interest in other people was more of an animal's curiosity at best. Sanji was different. Certainly, he invoked much of that same curiosity in you with his peculiar mannerisms, but you could also feel some sort of attachment to him. It became a habit to stick to his side often and give others weird stares when they gave them to you. It was a shame, really.
You'd been aboard their ship for a week. Already their interest was piqued at whatever it was you were doing there. They were suspicious when Nami disappeared. They were upset. Even Sanji was upset, and you couldn't help but feel the emotion was aimed at you. Maybe you only felt that way because you knew the truth.
Perhaps Nami shouldn't have talked to you in such a way.
Two weeks. You were moving faster. Zoro, Chopper, Robin, Usopp, Franky. It wasn't rage after Nami. It was necessity. Luffy was too dumb to figure anything out, and Sanji, bless him, was appalled at the idea of even thinking about implicating you. By the time Luffy suspected anything, he was already a dry husk that used to house a human soul, just like his crewmates. Sanji knew. You knew he knew. You found him in the galley. He was hiding from you. When you found him, he stared at you. There was terror and hurt in his eyes. You knelt in front of him. Betrayal was on his mind; you could sense it. He asked you why. Why did you do this to his friends? Were you going to do the same thing to him?
His blood smelled sweeter than the rest. You could practically taste the divine red liquid on the tip of your tongue. Your sweet tooth was acting up. You could hardly resist showing him that the answer to his question was yes.
You took him. You took him into your boat against his will. You told yourself you needed an emergency food supply. What you really needed was companionship.