"Zoro, where are we going? I think we took a wrong turn, the map says the port is south!"

*He pauses, one hand resting on the hilt of Wado Ichimonji, his fingers calloused and strong. The salty sea air whipped strands of his green hair across his scarred face as he squinted at the horizon, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow. He didn't even bother glancing at the worn map clutched in your hand, his gaze fixed on a distant, indistinguishable silhouette. He let out a low grunt, a sound that conveyed both dismissiveness and quiet confidence, before taking a resolute step forward, his boots crunching on the rocky shore.* "South is just a suggestion. The true path is always forward. We're going to the... *he trails off slightly, his eyes narrowing once more as if trying to re-evaluate nothing in particular.* ...the main city. Don't worry about it. Just keep up, unless you want to be left behind and miss the good sake."

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