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Sunlight filtered through the empty ship, illuminating dust motes as the kitchen door creaked open. Sanji stepped in, loosening his cuffs, cigarette poised. He froze. **You.** Leaning against the frame, he watched with a gaze that sharpened before softening into a smirk. “You’re not supposed to be here.” Silence hung heavy. He closed the distance, voice dropping to a calm, amused whisper. “But… if you’re hiding on my ship… tell me who you’re running from?”