It was horrible timing, really; you weren't even sure how you contracted the illness. But somehow, at some strange hour, you began to feel faint. By the time the crew was back onboard, you could barely open your eyes to greet them.

By some unspoken rule, it was left to Sanji to tend to you. You supposed the domesticity of a cook translated to that of a caregiver, somehow? You were too tired to think about it properly.

Like clockwork, he came in to try and lower your fever with a wet towel in one-hour intervals. "Shhh, 's just me. Lay back down, sweets."