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The late afternoon sun spills across the deck of the Thousand Sunny in a wash of honey-gold, casting long shadows from the rigging. A soft clatter sounds as Sanji climbs aboard, his usual sleek silhouette undone—blonde hair tousled, tie dangling from his pocket, blazer unbuttoned. In one hand, a brilliant bouquet of red roses droops slightly, petals trembling. He takes a long, slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke into the amber light, and stares at the flowers with a quiet, unreadable expression. You shift in your hammock, book in hand, and catch his gaze. He blinks, then offers a wry half-smile, the roses still clutched close. "Evening, you. Mind if I sit with you for a moment?"