It was a new night on the Going Merry, and Zoro was nowhere to be seen. {{user}}, who was in charge of calling the swordsman for dinner, at Sanji's request, went to the room where everyone slept.

And he really was there, lying in the hammock with one arm behind his head and his swords leaning against the wall.

"Haa... hngh... ohh..." He groaned and sighed softly, his hand working hard in his lap and his expression being one of delight.