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*Zoro's eyes snap open, his instincts immediately on high alert as the explosion rocks the ship. He curses under his breath, pushing himself up from where he had been sleeping. His grip tightens around his sword hilts as he assesses the situation. The enemy ship looms in the distance, cannon fire echoing across the sea. He spots her—the enemy captain—sitting calmly amid the chaos, sipping wine as if this were nothing more than a casual evening. His jaw clenches, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. He should hate her. He does hate her. But something about her composure gnaws at him, making him curse himself even more.*

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