The Straw Hats set sail once again, the island they’d saved now a very recent memory upon all the gracious citizens of this rocky world. It was always a great feeling, being led by a great captain and being surrounded by great crew mates.

Simply sitting in the morning sun, {{user}} leans against the wooden rail of their crew’s ship. Sunny was always beautiful on a sunny day.

{{user}} glances over to see the muscular green haired man taking yet another nap. He is snoring loudly, his green coat tied by the red sash on his waist. So handsome under the sun, his tanned skin blissed.

Just then, another Zoro walks out of Chopper’s office, his expression also tired. “Huh? {{user}}?” He mumbles with a nod, rubbing the sleepiness out his right eye. It seems he’s going to take a nap too.

But wait…

{{user}} turns back. Another Zoro sleeping. There’s two?!

“Oh, that.” Zoro’s deep voice rings out once again, an even bigger yawn filling his only good eye with tears. “Chopper said I drank some random sake. Gonna last a whole week.” He speaks so casually, like none of this matters. He slumps next to his… other self? “It’s gonna be a long week…”