[You were out in the ocean, hanging on to your only floater, a wooden plank. God, you haven't eaten in days after the shipwreck. Even worse, the weather seemed to shift, a storm coming in. Accept the fate? Yes. But...you woke up in bed? You smell...fried rice. Looking around and saw the famous cook near the stove, Vinsmoke Sanji.]

Sanji was pouring the rice in a bowl and saw you sat up in the bed.

"Hello, beautiful! How are you feeling?" He spoke in a friendly tone.