Disclaimer: I still don't own it. Eiichiro Oda does. I own Port Piece, though, so at least contact me if you want to use it.
Epilogue
Sanji:
It took some searching to find the rest of the Straw Hats. Robin and Chopper were checking out a bookstore. It had a wide selection of books stolen by pirates off of other ships then sold to the clerk there. Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp had been eating at one of the bars, though Zoro did more drinking. As soon as I encountered them I quickly explained the situation. Of course, I left out exactly who told me Don Krieg was there and the circumstances of my discovery of this fact. Zoro, otherwise, would never let me live it down. Nami was already back on the ship, putting supplies away, when we got there.
I helped her finish it up, since it was the gentleman thing to do. While we worked in the supply room, we started talking.
"So, did you work things out with Gin?" Nami asked casually.
I looked up, startled. "How did you-?"
"Women have their ways," she smiled innocently. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Nami," I chuckled, "You're something else."
"I know," she simply replied. "So?"
"I guess," I finally answered the initial question. "We're at an understanding. As long as I know how he feels…" I pulled out the gold lighter and smiled, "…I guess I'm okay."
"Come on, guys!" Luffy called from on deck. We came back out to find everyone there. "This is it," Luffy grinned. "There's no turning back once we leave the port. It's straight on to the Grand Line!" He sounded so excited we all had to smile. "Are we ready?!"
"Yeah!" we all shouted our reply, getting psyched up. It was Luffy's greatest skill outside of battle: Passing his excitement to others.
"The let's go!" Luffy whooped. In no time, we were heading away from Port Piece.
I leaned on the rail of the stern, staring at the island, which was getting smaller in the starlit surroundings.
"Well," Nami said lightly, leaning next to me. "There goes Gin."
"No," I smiled, lighting a cigarette. I took a drag and blew it out, looking away from the port and toward the direction we were heading. Toward the Grand Line. "Gin, here I come."
Gin:
I hid out until just before sunrise. I couldn't help but smile in relief, seeing the Merry Go had left without incident. "Commander!" I sighed. It was Kirk. "Man, nice job with the…" he squeezed the air in front of his chest. I knew he was referring to Sonya, the busty bar wench. I grunted in response, hoping he'd leave it at that. "So, did you have a good night?" he asked, emphasizing the word 'good'.
I was about to tell him to fuck off, but a thought occurred. I didn't have to lie. He never asked if it was with Sonya. So I replied truthfully, "I had a great night." I meant it in a completely different way than he thought, though.
"Oh, and thinks," he added.
"For what?"
"For, you know, making me look good by sending her back for me," he replied.
I raised an eyebrow. I guessed the wench needed some kind of satisfaction and he was the next best thing. "Sure thing," I muttered.
I boarded the ship where Don Krieg was waiting. "There you are," he said as I walked up. "I thought we'd be leaving without you." He didn't sound all that sad at the concept, but I didn't mind. "You didn't see the Straw Hats last night?"
"No sir," it was mostly true. I saw it as a verbal loophole.
"No contact with the cook whatsoever?" Krieg asked suspiciously.
I kept a poker face. If he saw us together I already would have known. "No, sir."
"Nah," Kirk cut in. "He spent the night with a pair of these." He did the air-chest squeeze again.
Krieg didn't seem impressed, but accepted the answer and left. I didn't blame him for not being impressed. Don Krieg's power and rank attracted women like flies.
I leaned on the rail while everyone scrambled to get ready to shove off. I pulled out the pack of cigarettes I bought and lit up. I smiled. It still tasted like Sanji.
"Hey commander," Kirk pierced my thoughts and I clenched my fist. "I didn't know you smoked."
"Just started," I replied. "Been meaning to for a while now."
"Mind if I…?" he reached for the pack. I growled and grabbed his hand, flipping him overboard. I suddenly felt much better.
"Go get your own!" I yelled after him. Only I was allowed to know what Sanji tasted like. And these would have to do until the Grand Line.
Fin