You woke up late at night, the rocking of the ship greeting you. Your throat was scratchy, so you trudged your way into the kitchen. Surprisingly, Sanji was in there as well, a cigarette lit in between his lips. He noticed you, eyes glancing up and down your body in your sleepwear. He gave you a soft smile, his features dimly illuminated by the lit lantern. “Well, you’re certainly up late, aren’t you?”