So, this is what they would call a preview, I suppose, but not really.
After I deal with all of these plot bunnies that have been annoying me all summer but haven't had time to do anything about, I'll get to focus on this, flesh it out, and make it kinda not-suck.
Until that time, you get this. And the summary. But both really tell you nothing. The real first chapter will be better.
One Piece is owned by not me. It never was, nor will I ever want it as my own.
Sanji sat down and sighed, putting his face in his hands. It had been one long and crazy journey and every sensible notion he had should be telling him that he's very lucky to have gotten through the whole thing alive. And yet something was telling him that he needed to go back.
"You're body just adjusted to being there for so long that it wants to go back." She had explained. "An object in motion will stay in motion or something like that. You were unconscious when you first went through, so you were unaware of the change. Just give yourself time and it'll be normal again."
Yes, she had said that, so maybe he was feeling restless for some other reason. He decided not to think about it and opened the book on the table in front of him. It was his own personal cook/scrapbook that the pirate chef had had ever since he was a child. As he flipped through the various recipes and the accompanying stories about how he had obtained said recipes he was lulled into the pits of nostalgia. Eventually Sanji remembered his purpose for bringing the book out though, and flipped to the first empty page near the back.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that after some smoothing out revealed the title Cali's Extraordinarily Special Deluxe Bacon Brownies and the following recipe for said brownies written in slight, neat script not too dissimilar to his Nami-san's.
As the blonde chef taped the recipe into his book, his mind wandered back to Cali-san and the other lovely ladies he had met on this latest adventure, each of them precious and rare gems that he was disappointed to be parted from.
I wonder if I'll ever…
He shook the ridiculous thought from his mind. Of course he couldn't see them again. It was impossible, she said so herself.
Hardening his heart, Sanji looked down at the blank page next to the brownie recipe. Dipping his pen in the ink, the Strawhat chef collected his thoughts and retraced his memories back to the very beginning. Back to…
He lowered his pen and began writing:
It all started on the Nothing Isles…