[ even with the passing of several weeks, sanji remains no closer to finding out just how he got here or, even worse, how he could get out. being lost at sea always remains a risk when your entire life is so venture out onto the waters, though typically when he ends up in a trapped predicament, he often has his crew by his side. yet, in all the weeks they've been here, they'd found no other stranded company, much less any with a face that he would recognize from home.
finding angelika had been all the luck he needed, really. to end up on an island with a beauty! of course, he's worried about about his friends, prioritizing finding out exactly how he can get back to them, but at the very least, there isn't a rise of panic. he'd probably have been more annoyed by the situation if it'd been some man in his company instead.
still, it really isn't the worst case for a stranded scenario, not when he's known truly what it means to be on a rock with no resources whatsoever — no plant life, no water, no food. it's to their advantage that this particular island has plenty of foliage with a deep green jungle that stretches quite far, with enough fruit that he's been able to confirm bears no poison. it might not be a consistent string of high class dishes, but sanji's been able to be quite creative with the kinds of salads he's prepared consistently for their regular nutrition.
despite their luck in certain areas though, he can see the disappointment in her eyes when she returns. ]
[ he gives her a reassuring smile, one that she may not even realize is rare in its appearance of lacking a cigarette being tucked between his lips. if he weren't getting his regular daily dose of woman-in-his-presence, he might have lost his mind from the lack of a good smoke.
stepping to that central barrel, he sets down the piece of carved bark that's been used as a makeshift plate, some healthy greens sprinkled above it with a scatter of nuts and berries. ]
You should eat. [ he offers, his voice soft. ] Maybe tomorrow I can take up the search instead. Give you some time to rest.
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finding angelika had been all the luck he needed, really. to end up on an island with a beauty! of course, he's worried about about his friends, prioritizing finding out exactly how he can get back to them, but at the very least, there isn't a rise of panic. he'd probably have been more annoyed by the situation if it'd been some man in his company instead.
still, it really isn't the worst case for a stranded scenario, not when he's known truly what it means to be on a rock with no resources whatsoever — no plant life, no water, no food. it's to their advantage that this particular island has plenty of foliage with a deep green jungle that stretches quite far, with enough fruit that he's been able to confirm bears no poison. it might not be a consistent string of high class dishes, but sanji's been able to be quite creative with the kinds of salads he's prepared consistently for their regular nutrition.
despite their luck in certain areas though, he can see the disappointment in her eyes when she returns. ]
Don't worry, Angelika-chan. We'll find someone soon enough.
[ he gives her a reassuring smile, one that she may not even realize is rare in its appearance of lacking a cigarette being tucked between his lips. if he weren't getting his regular daily dose of woman-in-his-presence, he might have lost his mind from the lack of a good smoke.
stepping to that central barrel, he sets down the piece of carved bark that's been used as a makeshift plate, some healthy greens sprinkled above it with a scatter of nuts and berries. ]
You should eat. [ he offers, his voice soft. ] Maybe tomorrow I can take up the search instead. Give you some time to rest.