Attention readers: thanks for reading up till now, especially if you reviewed. However, I wrote out what I thought up, and it came out really bad on paper, and I'm gonna start over again from here. Problem is, I can't think of new stuff to write into this! So I give this half-chapter to (hopefully) tide you guys over. Sorry!

P.S. please forgive the no doubt horrible French. I don't peak French, and I had to use a translator.

Chapter 6

Prying Nami away from the three cowering men and Chopper, took Sanji and Zoro a good ten minutes. The difficulties of the task had been exacerbated by Sanji's unswerving obedience to Nami's orders to

"Let me go so I can kill those fucking idiots!", and the several resulting skirmishes of the love-blinded Sanji trying to remove Zoro from Nami. When the seven finally trooped back in, the food was stone cold, and Robin was smiling bemusedly over her coffee with a clean plate at her place. Nami seemed to have finally calmed down, and was now pointedly ignoring Usopp's pleas of

"Can't you just lower the price a little bit?". The crew reseated themselves, and Sanji began the process of reheating the food. Nami brought out her maps, brushing the bits of egg and ham that remained from the war, and prepared to make a statement.

"Listen up everyone. We should be landing at l'île de rêve du chef cuisinier today, probably later this afternoon if the winds stay favorable." Nami started, but before she could continue, Luffy interrupted her.

"What's that island like? Is it the island of meat? I bet it is! Yosh! Let's go to the island of meat! Meat! Meat!..." Luffy continued ranting, his voice growing fainter and fainter until he collapsed on the table. His lips were still attempting to form words, and his face was blue.

"God dammit Luffy!" Zoro shouted, slapping his captain on the back, "You have to breathe!" Luffy took a deep breath in and started laughing. The rest of the crew fell out of their chairs.

"What kind of idiot forgets to breathe?!" Sanji exclaimed, "Is he missing part of his brain?!"

"Maybe he is." Chopper muttered, now in doctor mode, "Luffy, was there ever an incident that could have damaged part of your brain-stem?..."

"As I was saying," Nami cut across, "we should reach l'île de rêve du chef cuisinier later today. Usopp, keep lookout in the crow's nest for it."

"Aww… do I have t-"

"YES."

"What is l'île de rêve du chef cuisinier anyway?" Sanji asked. He knew he had heard the name before.

"It means Chef's Dream Island in French." Robin explained, "L'île de rêve du chef cuisinier is a gathering point for the greatest chefs in the world. Kind of like how Water Seven was for carpenters. Mainly because it's one of the best fishing spots known to man. It's said that the availability of ingredients rival those of the fables of All Blue." Sanji's blood pressure rose. An ingredient selection to rival All Blue's? No wonder this island was the chef's dream. The anticipation within him continued to rise almost eclipsing the importance of his task concerning Zoro. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.

Okay. Sorry again. I kinda wanna take a little break from this story, and I need to think. But, you can lower the wait by reviewing and sending me ideas for where to go from here. I feel bad about doing this, I'm so sorry!