The wind is blowing gently, pulling the ship along through the calm, evening sea. The sun has just gone down past the horizon, the perfect view to stand and have a long smoke. Which is exactly what Sanji had decided to do.

Leant forward against a railing, he puffed away on his cigarette. Dinner had gone down without much fuss from the crew, which filled Sanji with a nice strong sense of pride. Allowing him to mellow out, not a worry in the world as they sailed for their next destination.