[It's surreal, bearing witness to what was one of the most humiliating moments of his young life (with an audience, no less). And to be sure, the old spark of indignation swells in his chest and makes it difficult to keep his expression straight - but it's a distant sort of anger, made mild by experience and age. Even as the ridicule swells and the boy is kicked back yet again, the chef only holds his breath with his head slightly bowed.
Who knows? Maybe it's just hard to stay pissed when Sanji knows very well that only two people will be surviving this night.
The pirates eventually lose interest when the storm's temper increases, inciting a mad dash for the pirate ship. There's a water everywhere, now, sloshing over the railings and robbing the deck of everything that isn't held fast by rope.
"Sanji!"
And that includes people, too. But the memory ends here - just in time to witness the boy's body grabbed by the sea's hands and plunged into darkness.]
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Who knows? Maybe it's just hard to stay pissed when Sanji knows very well that only two people will be surviving this night.
The pirates eventually lose interest when the storm's temper increases, inciting a mad dash for the pirate ship. There's a water everywhere, now, sloshing over the railings and robbing the deck of everything that isn't held fast by rope.
"Sanji!"
And that includes people, too. But the memory ends here - just in time to witness the boy's body grabbed by the sea's hands and plunged into darkness.]