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[001 || Written]

- Booze
- So much shitty booze
- Wine
- Cornmeal
- Rice
- Meat
- Meat
- Fucking more meat — dammit, Luffy
- Lemons / Limes
- Oranges...
~~- Nami-san ♡~~

[The start of what looks like a grocery list abruptly cuts off as 1) Sanji gets...distracted, and 2) he remembers this isn't just scrap paper and other people will see it. Shit. He skips further down the page.]

So...how many of you guys getting ready to set sail actually know what the hell to do once you're out at sea?

And how many of you stocked up properly, fucking hell.

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I'll just take your word for it. If you do have any trouble finding some lovely ladies to go with you, though, it's likely because they agreed to come with ME first.

A challenge, is it?

It'll hardly be a challenge, but if you want to take it as such you go right ahead~

What is that? That little thing you did at the end there.

[Miguel, the easily distracted]

What — this? ~??

It's a...squiggly line thing. I dunno, I just felt like adding it.

[DRAWS AGAIN.]

~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~

Ah! A sailor mark, is it?

[/gently adding to memory]

...Sure.

Well, I like it~

[Poor Tulio. This will soon be written all over their supplies]

My thanks, mysterious sailor.

[lolllll oh dear.]

Yeah, no problem...

[Dammit, this guy is amusing him.]

It's Sanji. By the way. Since you didn't bother to ask before, geez, where the hell are your manners?

Now, there's scare call for insults. After I offered my thanks and the rest, tut. Typically people just end up offering their names over to me without asking.

[Thanks to Miguel's horrible nicknames otherwise, generally speaking.]

Yeah, well. I ain't typical.

Anyway, for what it's worth...good luck, I guess? Hopefully you get the hang of shit fast enough out there.

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