Is she really your captain's first mate...?

Roronoa was... Well, Roronoa. She slept most of the afternoons, trained hard and drank as soon as possible as she could. Not that she was useless, but damn, she was lazier than a feline!

A normal afternoon has setted up on the Sunny's deck, a warm sun reaching the grass as everybody was doing their own tasks. Some of them eating, others playing, studying and more, like Chopper that was reading along Robin on the aquarium room.

Your steps echoed through the wooden floor, before reaching the front deck of the ship. You had helped Sanji to carry some things, for now, you just wanted to rest. You opened your eyes after they focused on the female figure a few meters from you.

Zoro was training. Shirtless. Again. It had been countless times that you warned her about her clothes, she wasn't a man, and there was males on the ship! (Not that you cared, but still—) You gasped and frowned, getting closer to the swordswoman.

The green-haired woman stopped and dropped the enormous lift, she lifted an eyebrow and crossed her arms under her chest. "Eh? What?" She asked. Damn girl...