Sleep. Like an elusive eel, it will slither away from your grip but once you obtained the right technique, it was such a breeze to hold onto it. After the times he had spent with his captain and crew, it would probably be hard for anyone to think that Roronoa Zoro would ever have trouble sleeping.
He'd lost sleep almost immediately after Kuina's death. Even up till the night before his surprise jail bust, he had never truly relaxed enough to truly call a few hours of shuteyes sleep. But there was something about the way the sea breeze blew, the way the ship rocked with each lapping wave, the way he placed absolute faith in his nakama that puts him at ease. He had finally found the right technique.
End.
Phew… it's been such a long while since I wrote a fanfic. Everyone's forgotten about me already! Haha… as for this small exercise, I hope you didn't think it sucked or I got my facts wrong. But if you do, drop me a review on where I'd gone wrong and I'll work harder to rectify my erroneous ways.
