On the deck of the Going Merry, which had just submerged, everyone sat together, sharing stories about what they had been through over the past two years.
As they sank deeper, the sunlight overhead could no longer penetrate the water, and endless darkness followed them like a shadow.
Clunk—clunk—clunk.
Sanji had just finished cooking. He emerged from the second-floor dining room, his face grim as he looked down at the others.
"Everyone, dinner's ready."
"Coming!"
Luffy leaped up in delight, stretching his arm out to grab the second-floor railing and slingshot himself over.
"Food! Food!"
The others also got up and followed, some hurriedly, some at their own pace. Only Lina, whose gaze Sanji had fixed on, stayed seated, forcing an awkward, guilty smile.
Bear had chosen Okama Island, so it had nothing to do with him. But, just as expected, Sanji still held it against him.
"Time to settle this, Lina." Sanji lowered his head and lit a cigarette. White smoke drifted slowly upward as he said in a grave voice,
"...Do you know what I was feeling during those three days after I got sent flying?"
The thought of becoming the only man on the island had filled his mind with countless scenes of debauchery every time he closed his eyes.
Three whole days of fantasies!
And what did he get?!
Reality had dealt him a merciless blow! It had struck him right in the manhood, robbing him of one of the most precious things a man could feel!
"Don't give me any reasons or excuses."
"One kick. Just one!"
Sanji's eyes blazed with the fury of an erupting volcano. Even the cigarette clenched between his teeth was bent out of shape. "If you can take this kick, we'll call it even."
Behind the dining room door, Luffy