It was nearly noon. A heavily made-up man sat on the beach, lazily sunbathing as he enjoyed the warm sea breeze, the bright sun, and the rolling waves.
That's right. The man was none other than Sanji!
He was the former chef aboard the Sunny, known to the Navy as "Black Leg" for his swift, precise, and ruthless kicks. With a bounty of over a hundred million, he was hailed as a gentleman among pirates. He had curly eyebrows, always kept half his face hidden, never went without a cigarette, and loved women above all else. Though he was a womanizer, he was a true gentleman who would never hurt a woman, not even an enemy. He was one strange guy!
But...
No one knew why, but he had no gentlemanly bearing at all right now. Not only was his face covered in heavy makeup, he was also sitting on a rock by the sea in a bright red skirt. What was that supposed to mean?
"Sigh..."
"What on earth happened?"
"Why did Luffy suddenly go silent after following Annie into Impel Down and causing a huge scene at Marineford?"
"Did something happen to him?"
"What am I supposed to do now?"
"The Sunny's in Annie's hands, and that heartless guy went off to mess around in the New World on his own. When will anyone remember to come rescue me?"
Looking at the handful of newspapers with different dates, at the major stories about Luffy and Annie wreaking havoc in Impel Down and Marineford, and then at the later reports of Annie leading the Sunny in a battle against a Navy fleet, charging alone into Fish-Man Island, recruiting Donquixote Doflamingo and his family, and growing the "Brat Pirates" into a formidable force, Sanji felt like bursting into tears as