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Author's Note: Well, I told you there'd be an epilogue and here it is. I don't think I've read many OneShot-fanfics that had an epilogue but I thought it fit for this one. It may sound weird but its Sanji's view even though it still is totally ZoNa (mixed with the suggestion of a future SaRo pairing). I just can't imagine Sanji with Nami, I mean I totally adore the cook but still, SanjixNami… no, that's just wrong, in my opinion. I'm just a diehard ZoNa and LuNa fan, while I must admit that I'd like to read or write a NAce some time.

Anyways, thanks a lot for your nice reviews, makes me really happy to have uploaded the fic cause at first I wasn't going to…

Soooo, hope you'll like the epilogue and puleaze review, okay? Thanks!

He had been searching for her since late afternoon, when he had hoped to surprise Robin and Nami with a special dish and maybe some talk to pass the time.

In the end it had been Luffy who had eaten Nami's and Sanji had to admit that he couldn't even be angry with him for that, after all it was the beautiful young navigator who took too long even for his liking.

Not that the womanizing cook was angry with the redhead for that, she probably had a reason to keep away, she always had, but still he wondered why she didn't want the extra creamy ice cream with tangerine taste he'd made specifically for her.

And the realization hit him hard, Nami had fallen of board and was now drifting somewhere in the wide ocean completely helpless and he hadn't protected her of that fate, he was sure of it. Or was there any other rational explanation? No, probably not!

Just to assure himself because there still was a tinge of disbelief inside of him, the man who had been gifted with the most talented hands for cooking as well as wondrous good looks and smooth charm, began his long journey to find the girl he had promised he would die for if there ever was the need.

And how he searched: he took a look into every chest, even into his kitchen cupboards before asking his crewmates about the navigator's whereabouts. He had no luck whatsoever, when neither Luffy, Usopp nor Chopper had seen her at all for the past hours and Robin only smiled knowingly at him. Such, he returned to searching, this time the cabins but neither in the womens' room nor in the mens' the young cook found his Nami-san and it was then that he really began to panic.

He found himself pacing the small corridor that lead towards the rooms and the small chamber he used to store food, wine and beer in of course.

Yes, Sanji felt helpless and his next decision was one rather unusual, as he strode outside to go and ask for help. Not anyone's help, Usopp and Chopper would only fret, Luffy would be searching the kitchen for food instead of Nami and Robin… well, he didn't want to bother her.

There was only one person left, the arrogant swordsman, sadly the only one on board he trusted with this right now, besides Robin of course but she was too occupied with her book to be bothered, so better wake the sleeping Zorro and have him search for Nami-san.

It was only as he'd almost set foot outside again, as Sanji noted that there was something definitely weird going on and for a moment he leaned back, contemplating. Besides Nami, Zorro had not been on deck or anywhere else, too. Scratching his head in disdain Sanji growled, whipping around to glower at the only door he hadn't opened yet. He just knew where the green haired git was: hiding among countless barrels of beer, enjoying himself with the alcohol he seemed to have grown a liking for.

Stomping in anger, with a death glare distorting his usually cool features, he marched to where he expected the swordsman to be, swearing that if he was wrong with his assumption he'd tell Luffy's vice that he indeed did appreciate him… sometimes at least with then and there not being one of these times.

Huffing, Sanji opened the door a little hesitantly, not knowing what he'd find but as he pushed it open nothing but darkness greeted him. Grumbling a little, he fumbled in his pockets to retrieve the matches he always carried around with him because of his habit of smoking. It was one of the few times that he was glad about his addiction (besides that time when he'd still worked on the Barratie and a hot lady told him just how suave he looked with that cigarette).

Lighting one of the matches, he quickly grabbed what he knew was a candle laying on a box next to the entrance, where he kept it for this kind of situations. And then in the light the shelves on the other side became visible that Sanji first glanced at, out of habit. Then he lowered his gaze until it fell on a pair of large, black boots.

"A ha!" he whispered, grinning victoriously, feeling relieved. His smirk then widened, recognizing that the other man on the floor was fast asleep, a chance he wouldn't let go.

Slowly setting a foot in front of the other, he neared the swordsman and more him got visible, his legs, his chest (Just why did he look so deformed in this shadowy light?) and his red hair?

Sanji faltered as he saw the one he had been searching for originally. He mused what she was doing there before acknowledging what his eyes saw.

Zorro, Nami… Nami, Zorro… Zorro together with Nami, Nami sleeping on Zorro?

Feeling somewhat queasy Sanji closed his eyes, rubbing them before returning to look at the sight in front of him. It was one he had hoped he would never have to witness but as he backed out, breath quickening, he admitted to himself that it was not like he had never thought about "them"; them as a pair, them together, them in a position like this.

He found himself on deck soon enough again, unsure of how he had come there but glad that he wasn't in there anymore. But however hard he tried, the image of them seemed to be burned into his cornea even when he was leaning on the rail to watch the waves crashing against the ship that had grown to be a home to him and to all of them.

Just like when he had first seen them, in each others arms, sleeping on the bare wooden planks that were the floor, the cook did not feel surprised. Shock was apparent in his system but strange enough he all the sudden felt that it had been there for a long time then, that connection between the man who had become something like a friend to him and the woman whom he really did love.

Sanji sighed, feeling his automatic movement of lighting a cigarette and the moment he took a deep breath of the aromatic scent that always helped him to calm down, just like that, he saw a difference.

He loved Nami, he thought, a dry chuckle forming in his throat, but she had never been as much woman to him as Robin maybe, or even the young princess Vivi Nefeltari, no Nami had always been much more than that, a friend, a sister, a crewmate.

And he had seen it coming, the attraction between them had been apparent, still was apparent and he had noticed. Guessing from the smile he'd received from Robin earlier, she had known it as well fully aware that he was not admitting it to himself.

Breathing out the aromatic smoke, Sanji felt someone step up next to him, Robin, he thought.

The hand on his hunched shoulder was hers, feminine but strong and all the sudden, feeling her there besides him, Sanji knew that he really was glad for Nami, maybe even for Zorro that they had found together after a long time of denial.

"You're a good man, Sanji!" Robin spoke softly and he looked up, wondering how it was she always knew what he was thinking. But the cook dismissed that thought a second later because he didn't really care.

"Thanks!" he smiled at her and then resumed watching the sea with a woman by his side whom he was pretty sure he felt more than brotherly and friendly affection for.

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