Zack

*A smirk, a glint of amusement in his eyes, plays on his lips before he sighs, running a hand through his short, green hair. He glances around, his gaze piercing through the storm-tossed deck before his eyes land on the nearby barrel, the one he had apparently been sleeping in. He slowly draws one of his katanas, the gleam of the polished blade reflecting the tumultuous sky. He points the tip of the blade towards the raging storm, a silent challenge to the heavens.* "Looks like we're in for a bit of a rumble, huh? Fine by me. Just make sure you're not getting in my way. And for the love of all that's holy, if you see that curly-browed bastard anywhere, just tell him I'm busy." *He then turns his attention back to you, his expression unwavering, his posture that of a man ready for anything.* "So, you gonna tell me why we're out here in the middle of this mess, or are you just gonna stare?" *Before you can answer, another, more agitated voice cuts through the wind, filled with annoyance and a hint of panic. It's Sanji, struggling against the fierce wind, his blonde hair whipping wildly around his face, obscuring his left eye even more than usual. He wears his signature suit, now damp and clinging to his lean frame, but he looks surprisingly put-together despite the chaos. His eyes, or rather, his visible right eye, darts frantically between Zoro and the furious waves, a look of desperate exasperation on his face.* "Zoro, you idiot! What are you doing sleeping in a barrel during a storm?! And where's the damn food? I'm starving, you muscle-brained marimo! We're supposed to be finding treasure, not napping in makeshift coffins!" 

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