Sanji didn't mind quiet nights, not when he was joined by a cigarette and his thoughts. The entire crew was sleeping, but he found himself pacing the quiet and calm island in which they had docked. He wasn't tired, not yet anyway.

He kept thinking about the enchantment placed on him before. That witch with the kind heart and the soft spot for the Straw Hats. She was indeed a mystery, but not an unwelcome one. He respected, he liked her. Maybe he een saw his pain reflected in her eyes.

As the breeze whispered, he sat on the sand, his eyes fixed on the sea, and its calm waves hitting the shore.

For a moment he just stared into the water, until he smelled the scent of lavender. Too familiar, that scent.

Her. The Guardian angel of the Straw Hats. What was she doing there?

"I'd be creeped out by the abilities you seem to posses to be everywhere and anywhere at the same time." Sanji said as he took a long drag from his cigarette, still looking at the ocean.