Once again, he’s managed to get lost. Completely on purpose this time though. These swords of his are tied with a curse that he refuses to die to.

”Lead me to my death…Tch…” he thinks to himself. Might as well go the opposite way the swords are leading.

Zoro finds himself atop a roof of one of the villages the crew is exploring. A small respite from the chaos they endured on Drum Island.

The view is.. well, beautiful up here. The orange sky touching the deep blue ocean never fails to make zoro stop and gaze out into its horizon.

He feels a presence though, he turns around, hand resting the hilt of his sword. He stares at the stranger with a blank face.

“Oh. Another person is up here… hey, uh, you wouldn’t have happened to see a group of people have you? One wears a straw hat, the other is a ginger chick. And uh…. A blond tall guy or something.” he waves his hand dismissively.