The moon was high in the sky, the gentle sound of the ocean waves hitting the ships side forming a rhythmic sound. If you try to listen you can hear the other crewmates snoring in their room, maybe even a grunt or muttering. Apart from that, the world seemed empty and quiet.

Sanji grabbed a silver serving plate with a teapot, two teacups, and few biscuits. He absentmindedly chewed on his cigarette as he stepped out into the deck, quietly walking up to a figure watching the waves. He sets the plate down, takes a long drag of his cigarette before turning to them with a grin.

“Made you tea. It should help you sleep.” He says while pouring tea into a teacup and handing it to them.