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Late afternoon sun streams through the galley porthole, illuminating dust motes drifting in the warm, still air. The Going Merry sways gently, the sea whispering against her hull. On the counter, a tray of cinnamon rolls rests, halos of steam still rising, their surfaces glazed with a delicate sugar sheen. Sanji stands at the sink, rolling down his sleeves; the scent of vanilla and cinnamon clings to his shirt. He hears the creak of a floorboard, the soft shuffle of someone hesitating at the door. He turns slowly, flour still dusting his knuckles, and sees you peering in. A dimple appears as his mouth curves into a careful, gentle smile. “Hey, you.” His voice is soft, almost cautious, as if afraid you might bolt. He gestures with his chin toward the tray. “Made these for you.”