Ah, how songs inspire and sand captivates. Enjoy my story and yes, I hope you understand my gibberish well.

The night had passed by quickly with the crew parting until they dropped, all but Zoro. He waited until a decent hour, 2 in the morning, before heading onto the ship and going to bed with a slight twisted smile on his face as the village had a song being played that seemed to dim the atmosphere. It was a perfect call, this song, that told every person of what was happening and that tonight no one should be out not even pirates, but many (not the straw crew) knew this song as a pre warning.

"You're in a foul mood," Zoro looked out the window to the town spotting a single light on the mountain. "What are you up to?" he sighed before falling onto his bed and quickly was out with each muscle tensing slightly in ecstasy over tomorrow.

-Room of Angles-

He woke up to the same music before turning to look at the cook staring up at the ceiling with a frown before his eye, only visible at an angle, spotting Zoro's own dark gaze upon him. Sanji's brow went down a notch spotting the tense gaze Zoro had etched into his sight.

"What's wrong?" the cook skipped any of the usual glamour of words as he and Zoro rose from their beds.

"Nothing," Zoro yawned out ignoring the music as he quickly got dressed. "Go back to sleep Sanji, it's too early for you to make breakfast." Sanji's brow rose slightly before he got up to follow Zoro's example.

"Nah, I'm up, I don't think I could sleep with that music on." Zoro seemed to laugh at that as he looked at the crew and knew Robin and Nami would be up also for that music.

"It won't hurt you." His gaze drifted to the cooks before they shivered stepping back from the stern gaze. "I'll be back by tonight, don't get into any trouble." Zoro stated placing all three precious swords into his haramaki slot and walking out the door, also hearing Sanji's bare feet coming quickly upon his own boot clad ones, before the hand spun him around to face the chain smoking blond.

"Oi, what the hell is your attitude?" Sanji, Zoro admitted with an outwards sigh, was a stubborn bastard.

"My attitude is from the fact I'm being forced to participate in a sand castle contest and I can't do any of my training." He made to turn on his heel as the end of the song came until a chill shot up his spine while Sanji jumped paling deeply when a blood curling scream erupted with sounds of drums and static.

Yeah, he needed to leave now.

"I'll see you later." He left the cook frozen to the spot as he stalked up the stairs not showing the blood curling smile before he vanished into the village that had the fog coming in for the morning.

-Room of Angles-

The song was played again as the crew all assembled on the shore where more of the citizens were. They were pale but they didn't seem far too deterred from doing what they needed to that day. The crew though seemed to be jumping slightly whenever the drums would sound and some of the villages would fall with a slight paling chuckle.

"Hey," Sanji stopped a man passing them before realizing more people were coming down to the beach. "What's up with that song and why is everyone rushing down to the beach?" the man looked at them all and he gave a full blown laugh.

"That song is called the 'Room of Angles' and it is said that when it plays that they are on the island."

"Who are they?" Robin perked up walking forward a little now.

"I don't know, but… last night a message was sent to the contest leaders that 'they' were going to do a performance for all of us… everyone is just a little shaken up." The man, his brown hair fell in front of his eyes. He began to cry a little before looking at them all again, "Two teens were killed last night because they were out while the music was playing… my own son…" Sanji let go of his grip as the man stalked off before a speaker was heard calling every ones attention.

"As you've all noticed the devil's children have come to our island, we received a note from them but… they said nothing other than 'have your party, we'll not disturb you'. So, for the rest of the day we'll be having a contest for collecting seashells for the sandcastles. I would like everyone to be on the bleachers if they are not participating or those who are to be in the designated areas, where you have submitted a flag for, and we'll have one member search for the shells."

The strawhats nodded heading off to their pirate flag designed area before pointing to Robin, who didn't actually volunteer.

"This is where her devil fruit ability will come in great hand." Nami said excited before Robin gave a small chuckle.

"of course Navigator san." And the crew was off with the first part of the contest brought a few days earlier by the arrival of the devils children.

-Room of Angles-

Zoro made it up the hill with less problems then he would have assumed before spotting a woman around his age looking down at the beach with a smile that fit his captains. Her hair was growing a deep light brown from the dyed black with the white stripes still littering the hair. Her skin, a olive before, was pale and sickly but he knew that it probably was from the fact that this island was a garlic growing farm village.

"Maybe you shouldn't be here, you don't look good." His worry was replaced by a grin when her thing but a little larger then normal shouldes shrugged and she turned to face him with her bright blue eyes. He blinked back thinking of Sanji, man he was missing that shit cook already, and he walked forward messing up her hair.

"It's about time, I haven't seen you in over two years, Zo kun." Her voice was from the tap. "Did you like the music?"

He didn't respond as he allowed his smile too.

"Stop flirting with my wife bastard!" a sharp kick to Zoro's back made him buckle out with laughter, the kick wasn't as strong as Sanji's yet it backed that numbing chill he missed. "You stroll over to our new day and flirt! Horri-."

"I like someone else, Sam, don't worry." Zoro turned to rest his back onto a rock, the slight heat bringing back sensations, and he eyed the long blond curly hair tied into a high pony tail that still was too big. "You hoping to be a tranny?" he barely dodged this attack as the rock he was on cracked by Sam's heel.

"HELL NO!"

"I support long hair!" the girl, Jen, shouted out at the random times that caused them both to drop to their knees laughing.

"That… was a mood killer." Jen nodded before looking back down to the crowd on the beach.

"I don't care." She stated before pulling out her own three swords each a different style. "But we need to practice before time catches up to us."

Please forgive spelling and Grammar.