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My Zosan fic:
Zoro did not sleep, because sleep was for weak people. And babies. And probably Sanji.
And also he was boat sick. It was his one weakness, the real reason he used to fuck up pirates for money. Like what the fuck? Kinda messed up that these people lived on the OCEAN where it was WAVY when they could be on ground that didn’t make you want to throw up every five minutes.
It was too late now, because due to Incidents that the author is currently unaware of, he was currently on the boat (I hope, because season one could have ended with them not on a boat :/). And the boat was making him sick. And also he couldn’t sleep because of that, but also because, as previously stated, SLEEP WAS FOR BABIES.
In addition to making him SICK the boat was also small, which was how Zoro ended up in the blonde idiot’s dumbass stupid space. Said blonde idiot was sleeping (or dead) flat on the ground with his limbs askew. To be honest, Zoro was fairly certain that he had passed out mid yap and everyone had just left him there.
In one hand was an entire cast iron skillet with an egg omelet still frying, and in the other was a handwritten (ew) journal, already open.
Zoro had no idea that Sanji was a writer. He bent down and took a peak.
As the day becomes night, the ghosts start to stir. Some literally start to stir because they are chef ghosts. :3
Oh my god, Sanji was an idiot.
Zoro would have to marry him someday, he decided, right then and there. It was his only choice.
The End. :3