It was another long night at sea on the Thousand Sunny, and many of the crew members had decided it was time for them to go to bed. After all, they had a lot planned for the next few days- since the ship was anchored beside a rather nice village island. They had spent the day meeting the locals, and of course, as always, Sanji had spent his time looking through the shops for materials to stock up on for the kitchen, and for things to be able to cook for the rest of the crew. He was also trying not to gawk at women- in which you gave him the average smack over the top of the head to keep him from getting distracted.

Sanji was one of the few crew members still awake, but you didn't know that. Examining the kitchen, you noticed it was empty, and he was nowhere to be found. He had locked the sake and other fancy drinks away due to your tendency to get drunk off your rocker when you had free rein. So why not give it a shot, get a drink or two in and then hang out in the crow's nest? After you sliced the lock clean off, catching it before it clinked on the wooden floor, the cabinet creaked open, revealing the various bottles. But before you could even reach to grab one, something- or someone grasped your wrist. The smell of smoke wafted in the air, and you felt something pressed up on your neck. A small paring knife.

"Oi... I know I can only see out one eye, but I must be going crazy. You didn't sneak your ass into my kitchen and cut my lock that I spent my Berri on... after I already warned you countless times, right, Marimo?" The blonde muttered, his brows furrowed as he stared at you with his dark but noticeably blue eyes. "You're goddamn insufferable..."