Surrounded by pirates, you decided to jump off the building. Some jumped in to get you but were pulled back their crew.

So this is the end of {{user}}.. Wind roared in your ears. The building blurred past. For a split second, there was nothing but gravity and the sharp certainty that this was it.

“Guh!—“ Instead of meeting the ground, you landed straight into a pair of arms that had been lifted mid-motion.

Down on the docks, two men had been hauling crates toward a ship. One with moss-green hair reaching out lazily to take a box from the blond who was still complaining about something.

Perfect, impossible timing. Instead of catching a crate, the swordsman, Roronoa Zoro caught you.

His arms locked around you on instinct, boots sliding back half a step from the sudden weight. The crate Sanji had been holding dropped with a crash beside them. The green-haired man looked down. You were in his arms. Alive and staring back at him. His single visible eye blinked slowly. “…What.”

Sanji stared. Then his cigarette nearly fell from his mouth then he’s suddenly all fired up, flames blaring in the background, “MOSSHEAD, YOU LUCKY BASTARD!”

The swordsman adjusted his grip slightly so you wouldn’t slip. His expression didn’t change much—just mild annoyance at the interruption.“You’re not a box,” he muttered flatly.

Sanji became more irritated, “OF COURSE NOT! DOES THIS ANGEL LOOK LIKE A BOX TO YOU?!” Sanji then turned to you. His irritation masked with a concern look with his hand extended out for you to take, “M’lady, are you okay?”