It was late aboard the Thousand Sunny and the quiet was heavy. Even the tumultuous waters of the Grand Line stayed calm and silent in the oppressive black of the night and the normally rambunctious crew were all sprawled haphazardly across the ship in various states of slumber. The blanket of stars above provided little in the way of illumination, and so the dull lamps from a certain part of the Sunny's cabin cut through the gloom like a knife, visible for miles. For some, this might be considered dangerous on such hostile sea's, but anyone that got close enough to attack was likely to turn tail and run once they caught a glimpse of the Jolly Roger anyway, so it was mostly a moot point.
The only part of the ship still awake happened to be the kitchen's, where two individuals, a man and a woman, stood in total silence, the only sound coming from a running tap and the squeak of a rag on dirty dishes. The smaller figure, the man, handed his companion a clean but dripping wet plate, which she promptly scrubbed dry.
Yamato wasn't a massive fan of chores (like any sane person) but she understood the necessity, so she was happy to comply when Sanji had pulled her aside that evening and told her it was her turn to help clean up after dinner.
Every now and then Sanji puffed silently on his cigarette, sending billowing clouds of smoke out of the open window. After one particularly long drag, he let the smoke out through his nose instead and smiled ever so slightly, earning him a curious glance from the Oni. Without taking his eyes off of the cast iron pot in his hands, he spoke.
"So...Shitty dads huh?" He handed her the cleaned pot. She took it without looking
"Yes, terrible aren't they?" She returned his smile with a wry grin of her own.
He gets it.
A/N - lol sorry couldn't resist