Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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7. superstar
Sometimes Sanji liked to think about his friends on the Going Merry, where they'd come from and where they were going. He'd never met such an ambitious group of people in his life. He'd seen all sorts come and go on the Baratie, but never a group quite like his shipmates. Luffy, who would be the King of the Pirates and find One Piece. Marimo, who would be the strongest swordsman in the world. Usopp, who would be a great warrior of the seas. Chopper, who would be a great doctor and discover a panacea. Robin, who would find the true history of the world. None of them were modest goals, to be sure, and yet he knew they would accomplish them. They would all be superstars--even the ones that already were would someday exceed themselves.
He had always assumed the same of himself, that he would one day find All Blue, and he had never questioned that Nami would someday finish her world map (she was, in his opinion, already the world's greatest navigator), but on their third (or was it fourth? He'd already lost count) day on the island, he was beginning to wonder if maybe destiny hadn't had something else in mind for them.
Even if his "vision of the future" seemed to be just a dream after all (though he still kept up his hope; there was always time for that to change!), he could certainly think of worse situations to be in than stranded on an island alone with Nami, even if she was being awfully distant and unhappy.
He hated seeing her unhappy.
On top of all that, the tiny island had a similarly tiny variety of animal life, so they'd pretty much had to restrict themselves to a diet of plant life. Sanji could just imagine himself after they were rescued, yelling, "MEAT! MEAT! MEAT!" just like Luffy. He'd be so glad to see it, he'd even given it a kiss. But only if it was lady meat. He didn't bat for the other team, even when it came to meat.
He was silly for doubting it, he decided.
Of course they'd be rescued, and he, too, would be a superstar.