[ ..... what the fuck is he supposed to do with this??
no doubt the picture is completely useless, which, really, sanji expected to begin with (though he had hoped there'd at least be a little more to go on, even if he knew exact directions were never going to be a possibility). there's no point in asking for another or for zoro to provide a little more insight on his location, because there's no chance for any new enlightening clues to pop up from that. ]
Shut up. I'll be there.
[ one way or another because at least, unlike zoro, sanji's fairly good at using context clues to make his way around a city and find his way to where he needs to go. the fact that it's a ship is already enough to narrow down that he'll be at the docks, which eliminates everything inland and gives him somewhere to go to begin his search. the travel to the naval quarter isn't too much trouble to start, but narrowing it down from there will require some investigation.
too bad he's already running dangerously low on cigarettes, aware that this hunt could take him all night because of fucking course the marimo would make him work for a damn fight. fortunately, that'll just help to fuel his desire to kick the shit out of him.
sanji makes polite conversation with the locals in the area, slipping into the trident to ask around if anyone's seen a green-haired idiot with a scarred eye and whether they might know where he lives, because chances are zoro's made his presence frequent at the local taverns. he might not get a description of a ship, but he does get a waitress who says she usually sees him heading off in a certain direction whenever he leaves. once he thanks her (and ogles for a minute), he begins to walk in the opposite direction of where she pointed, since he doubts zoro would have ever had good instincts on which way to actually return to.
more questions are asked, more locals are spoken to, gradually gaining pinches of hints here and there, thanks to the way the idiot tends to stand out, and though it takes much longer than zoro might have hoped, sanji eventually comes across a sailor who's seen him appear a few times on a specific ship, even pointing out the exact one, finally granting an end to this scavenger hunt.
at long last, sanji stands on the dock, a nearly burnt out cigarette between his lips, curly brow furrowed with ever heightening frustration, certainly looking like a man who came looking for a fight. ]
forced to write a tag 2x longer than it needs to be bc zoro sucks!!!
no doubt the picture is completely useless, which, really, sanji expected to begin with (though he had hoped there'd at least be a little more to go on, even if he knew exact directions were never going to be a possibility). there's no point in asking for another or for zoro to provide a little more insight on his location, because there's no chance for any new enlightening clues to pop up from that. ]
Shut up.
I'll be there.
[ one way or another because at least, unlike zoro, sanji's fairly good at using context clues to make his way around a city and find his way to where he needs to go. the fact that it's a ship is already enough to narrow down that he'll be at the docks, which eliminates everything inland and gives him somewhere to go to begin his search. the travel to the naval quarter isn't too much trouble to start, but narrowing it down from there will require some investigation.
too bad he's already running dangerously low on cigarettes, aware that this hunt could take him all night because of fucking course the marimo would make him work for a damn fight. fortunately, that'll just help to fuel his desire to kick the shit out of him.
sanji makes polite conversation with the locals in the area, slipping into the trident to ask around if anyone's seen a green-haired idiot with a scarred eye and whether they might know where he lives, because chances are zoro's made his presence frequent at the local taverns. he might not get a description of a ship, but he does get a waitress who says she usually sees him heading off in a certain direction whenever he leaves. once he thanks her (and ogles for a minute), he begins to walk in the opposite direction of where she pointed, since he doubts zoro would have ever had good instincts on which way to actually return to.
more questions are asked, more locals are spoken to, gradually gaining pinches of hints here and there, thanks to the way the idiot tends to stand out, and though it takes much longer than zoro might have hoped, sanji eventually comes across a sailor who's seen him appear a few times on a specific ship, even pointing out the exact one, finally granting an end to this scavenger hunt.
at long last, sanji stands on the dock, a nearly burnt out cigarette between his lips, curly brow furrowed with ever heightening frustration, certainly looking like a man who came looking for a fight. ]
OI, MOSSY SHITHEAD! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!