Sanji scowled at the remains of the tent, his cigarette clenched in his teeth. What the hell happened? He looked over at Chopper wondering what he could have been making that caused the tent to catch fire. He strolled over, ignoring Usopp, who was now yelling and running in circles.
"How's the marimo?" he asked. Something about this is wrong. Zoro isn't careless. Getting hit by the scorpion, and now the fire. It's past coincidence.
Chopper looked up and gave a little start before realizing it was Sanji who had spoken.
"I think he'll be alright. His wound from before is almost completely healed, and despite the smoke his breathing is fairly normal, but . . ." he glanced around, as if searching for someone before he spoke again. "Ace did this."
Sanji grimaced. It made sense though. He had disappeared after dinner, and then there was the fire. Sanji focused as Chopper continued to talk. "Zoro was awake earlier, and he said that he would pretend to be sick, and he'd find out what Ace was up to, and he told Nami, but now he's hurt again, and if I had stayed with him he'd be fine, and -"
"Oi," Sanji interrupted. "It's not your fault. Zoro can take care of himself. If you had been in that tent we would have lost our doctor too." He turned away and scanned their surroundings to see if Ace had dared to come back yet. He would kick his ass. Ace was dumber than Luffy if he thought he could get away with crossing them.
Sorry it's so short. I'll post a new chapter soon, I promise.