Roronoa Zoro was lost again. He gritted his teeth. It sucked when he was in a rush or trying to escape from ired bounty hunters. But at least, he remembered her.
Kuina always knew where to find him when he was lost in the woods.

She would stride silently towards him and stab at the ground near his face where he would lie on the grassy plains, star-gazing dreamily when he completely gave up on finding his way home. He would jerk wide awake and shout at her for wanting to assassinate him.

He wanted her to find him forever, to make her worried about him getting lost.

Ever since then, he tore up any maps that he could find (of course, except Nami's. She would demand his life and money).

Afterall, Kuina would come for him.

And he was waiting.

Waiting for eternity.

"South means I have to go underground. Right," he grinned triumphantly.

"Wrong, Zoro," Nami sighed tiredly behind him. But he was already gone. He was so idiotic sometimes.