The azure sea stretched as far as the eye could see, beneath a sky as clear as freshly washed glass.
The Going Merry sailed leisurely across the calm waters on a gentle sea breeze.
Yet in stark contrast to the peaceful seascape, mornings aboard the ship often began in complete chaos.
"Slurp..."
On the stern deck, Luffy was sprawled over the railing, his body twisted like a snake.
He was quietly creeping closer to the three lush orange trees that had just been transplanted into the corner.
Looking at the plump, golden oranges radiating an enticing fragrance, drool hung from Luffy's mouth, and even his eyes had turned into the shape of oranges.
"They look so good... If I only eat one... nobody should notice, right?"
Luffy's arm slowly stretched out, his wicked little rubber hand about to touch the sacred fruit.
"Stop right there! You thieving rubber monkey!!"
A furious roar rang out alongside the whistle of something cutting through the air.
Clang!!
A heavy frying pan slammed viciously into Luffy's stretched-out arm.
Wearing an apron and holding the frying pan, Sanji stood before the orange trees like a guardian deity.
"These are Nami-san's most precious orange trees! If even one leaf falls off, I'll turn you into rubber sashimi!!"
"That hurts! Sanji, you're so stingy! Aren't oranges meant to be eaten?!"
Luffy clutched his arm and protested loudly before hopping backward.
That hop would have been fine—except he landed squarely on a certain moss head snoring away on the deck.
"Pwah!"
Zoro had been dreaming of becoming the world's greatest swordsman when a heavy blow struck his stomach, jolting him awake instantly.
"Bastard! Who attacked me?!"
Zoro sprang up, saw Luffy and Sanji, and immediately joined the fray with a face full of morning irritation.
"You two idiots!