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Sanji listened to the sound of the rain drumming on the windows. Zoro had gone out what seemed like hours ago, idiot Marimo had probably drowned. Maybe he should go and look just to be sure…
The latch on the door lifted with a clunk and Zoro ducked in as quickly as he could, slamming the door shut against the fierce storm. He was drenched from head to toe, the water running off his hair and down his forehead and down his chest, forming a puddle at his feet.
"How long does it take to tie down a sail?" Sanji demanded. Making him worry like that!
"It was stuck," Zoro grumbled, sitting down by the meagre oil lamp.
"You look like you have a chill, swordsman-san," Robin observed.
Zoro shook visibly and denied it outright,
"I'm fine," he chattered.
"You're blue!" Sanji shouted. *cough idiot cough*
"What?" Zoro leapt to his feet and leaned toward Sanji menacingly, "The baka-cook who couldn't even secure the sail properly thinks that I'm an idiot?"
"You shitty..!" Sanji leapt and caught the swordsman off guard. After a couple of wary blows, they were off, becoming a spinning mass of angry legs and steel.
"Guys… stop it. I said stop it!" Nami bellowed to no effect.
"At least Zoro's colour is returning to normal," Robin mused calmly, "it would have been a shame if he'd died of frostbite or hypothermia or frozen solid..."
"Yes, a terrible shame," Nami muttered, as she dodged the ball of chaos for the second time, "Oh, what a shame."
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