Angel Wings
The bright orange sun shone above the Going Merry as the calm sea gently cradled the ship. It was one of those days that everything seemed relaxed and quiet at sea. It was days like these that Luffy took the time to think. Yes, think. He leaned on the railing of the ship and thought. On this particular day thoughts of soaring above the clouds and being able to fly filled his heads. He saw the seagulls fly through the blue sky and he tried to imagined himself with angel wings. As he played with his thoughts Sanji leaned on the railing next to his Captain.
"Sanji what would you do if you had wings? Where would you go if you could fly?" He questioned the blonde cook.
"Fly? Why do you ask Luffy?" Sanji asked calmly, not taking his stare off the azure sea.
"Because If I could fly I would be free. Free to go anywhere I want at anytime. I want to know how it feels to have wings. I want to know how it feels to be able to spread my wings and soar above the clouds. I want to be able to feel the wind blow my hair as I fly through the blue sky. I want to see the view from the heavens. And you know I can't swim, so if I could fly then It wouldn't matter. If I could fly I would be able to fly to islands and go to any place I wanted. " Luffy explained to Sanji as he continued to watched the seagulls fly through the sky. .
"I don't have wings." Sanji answered simply.
The two spent a little more time leaning on the railing and contemplating about flying. After a minute Sanji spoke again. "Even I was given a chance to have wings, I think I would have to refuse." He said to Luffy slowly.
Confusion filled Luffy's face as he stared at Sanji. "Why don't you want wings?"
Sanji finally turned his attention from the sea to the rubber boy. "Because I'm contented with where I am. Because I'm exactly where I want to be. Because if I flew to other places I would have to leave the Going Merry. Then I would have to leave something important behind."
Luffy stared hard at the blonde. "What would you have to leave behind?" He asked curiously.
A smile slowly spread on the cook's face. He leaned closer and slowly wrapped his arms around his captain and whispered in his ears. "You."