BON VOYAGE!
Random Word Generated: Sunrise
Muse Selected: Sanji
Suggested by my friend
On that godforsaken rock, Sanji wondered if he would ever see the sunrise the next morning. Now, many sunrises later, the same thought still haunts him when he lifts himself from his bunk and glides naturally to the kitchen, his eyes staggering ever so slightly on the brief peeks of sunlight from over the water's surface.
Would he be alive to see the next one?
"Shut up eggplant." He almost wanted to roll his eyes when Zeff's thick voice drifted in. The old fart never liked it when he even mentioned his concern, and his body almost reminded him negatively of it. He couldn't help it; sometimes childhood fears grow into a bigger body when you do.
"Oi cook. What, you like the sunrise or something?"
A tick sprouted fast on Sanji's forehead. He couldn't figure out why the hell the swordsman was up at this hour, but he was, and he wanted to put a foot in his forehead for it.
"Maybe I like watching them," He snaps, "You never know when you won't see one again. You should know since Thriller Bark."
Zoro didn't say anything, just rests a hand on his katanas and stared. Gritting his teeth, Sanji continued to the kitchen as orange ignited the sky.
"You know," the Marimo spoke, eyes fixated on the sunrise. "We're in this together, all of us. So when you see your last sunrise, so do we."
It was more comforting then Zeff ever was; even coming from a Marimo.
-Soul Spirit-