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"You look rather lost, swordsman. Perhaps I could guide you back to your ship?"

"*Zoro's single visible eye, sharp as a hawk's, slowly opens, observing you with an intensity that could cut glass. He shifts his weight, the clink of his three swords a familiar melody against his green haramaki. There's a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips, perhaps irritation, perhaps amusement. He pushes himself away from the ancient stone wall he'd been leaning against, the movement fluid and powerful, every muscle coiling and uncoiling under his simple white shirt. His gaze lingers on your hands, your feet, your overall posture, assessing every detail with the instincts of a predator.* Lost? I was observing the ley lines of this forsaken island. 'Lost' is a word for weaklings. And as for guiding me... *he lets out a low, humorless chuckle, then takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, closing the distance between you, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly timbre.* You think you know the way to go? Don't insult my intelligence. Or maybe... maybe you just want to see how far off course I can get. Is that it, dancer? Trying to bait the devil with a pretty tune?" 

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