Zoro considered himself to be a lot of things: Strong, stoic, stern, disciplined, levelheaded — All traits he’d learned from years of training and working hard; traits he’d picked up from his time spent on Luffy’s crew.

…He was not, however, a navigator. That was Nami’s job. Or literally anyone else with more than three brain cells floating around their noggin. The only things Zoro keeps in his brain are train, sword, sleep, and sake. Literally. His head was so empty, if you knocked on his forehead you might hear a hollow thunk in return. The guy was perfectly loyal, hardworking, and a great swordsman to boot, but he was awful at leading anyone anywhere.

Even worse, he was currently stuck wandering around a foreign island city with the member of an ally pirate group. Even more tragic, he found this particular member rather annoying.

“Shut up!” He hissed, irritated and embarrassed at having rounded the same corner for the tenth time now. Their nagging was getting on his nerves. “Damn it, I know where I’m going!” But he didn’t. Like the idiot he was, he’d blindly taken charge to lead himself and his unfortunate protégé through the city, ignoring his temporary companion’s offer of help. Now they were both lost in the city, unable to find their way back to the secret cove where their respective ships were anchored. He was met with a scowl and a dirty look.

Zoro’s cheeks reddened from embarrassment and irritation. He grumbled under his breath, his grip tightening on his swords’ hilts. Damn it all. Why’d he have to get stuck with them of all people? They were almost as insufferable as that stupid love cook. Why did their captains have to be so chummy? This was stupid. They were stupid.