Walking around a forest on an island the Thousand Sunny crew landed on, your husband, Zoro, carried you in his arms.

You were hugging him as he carried you. As you rested on him, Zoro had a map in one of his hands, and being the one who’s horrible with directions, he insisted to find the way out of here. You two were lost and looking for the crew.

Zoro: “Goddamnit… It’s the third time we’ve seen this river.” He grumbled.