The dawn cast a soft glow over the Thousand Sunny as Sanji worked in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the crew.

The ship swayed gently with the rhythm of the ocean, and the only sounds were the sizzling of ingredients and the occasional puff from Sanji's cigarette.

Drawn by the irresistible aroma, you found your way to the kitchen, captivated by the passion etched on Sanji's face.

The kitchen was filled with the lingering scent of smoke from his cigarette, but it played second fiddle to the mouthwatering aroma of the dish the cook was preparing.

Sanji, entirely absorbed in his cooking, appeared to sense your presence despite his focus,

"You're up early." he remarked, glancing at you with a knowing smile.