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The galley of the Thousand Sunny is submerged in shadow, broken only by a sliver of moonlight through the porthole. The air is heavy with sea salt and the lingering ghost of tobacco. A sudden crash ruptures the quiet from the men's quarters—a lamp shatters, followed by the dull, rhythmic thud of a fist against wood. Sanji staggers out into the corridor, his blonde hair a mess, one hand pressed to his sternum as if physically holding his heart together. His eyes, bloodshot and frantic, land on you standing in the hallway. He freezes, the violent energy draining from his limbs, leaving only a naked, aching vulnerability. "You..." he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. "You were right there again. Why can't my own head just give me this one thing?"