Zoro's frustration echoed through the Sunny as he aimlessly roamed its familiar corridors. The persistent growl in his stomach fueled his determination, his sole mission now fixated on devouring a steaming bowl of Sanji's ramen.

However, his notoriously poor sense of direction transformed a supposedly straightforward journey into a loophole of wrong turns.

With a deep frown etched on his face, Zoro grumbled under his breath, his voice carrying the undertones of annoyance. "Where the hell is that kitchen?"

The disorientation, compounded by just having awakened from a nap, intensified his irritation with each wrong turn.

The ship seemed to mock him, corridors morphing into an ever-shifting puzzle that defied his attempts at navigation. The wooden planks beneath his boots creaked in protest as he continued his quest, each step amplifying his annoyance.

Finally turning another corner, Zoro's narrowed gaze shifted from the wooden confines of the ship to meet your eyes. Unbeknownst to him, you had been observing his futile expedition.