Lullaby of the Sea [One Piece]
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing(s): Sanji x the sea... ...of course not, it's a gen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters. One Piece belongs to Oda Eiichiro-sensei. This is a non-profit fanfiction written by a fan, for the enjoyment of other fans.
I'M SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING. DAMN!
Warning: unedited
Sudden inspiration and urge to write. Inspired by one of Sanji's character song, Sea Moon See You. Having gotten my OP songs from Shiy in a whole bundle, I didn't really think hard about whose song "Sea Moon See You" was, though I really like the song. Well, I briefly thought that it was probably one of the females, though it didn't quite sound like any of them. I just realised today - and was very surprised - that it was child!Sanji's image song. 'But... what in the world is a "Sea Moon"?!' I wondered. Or maybe the words are supposed to be separated? Sea. Moon. *shrugs*
So~ listening to the song (never mind that I don't understand the lyrics :P ) and thinking about the title, I was inspired to write this.
[Edit: Brief Google search for "sea moon" reveals that one possible meaning is... *drumrolls* jellyfish. XD (I wouldn't normally link to google caches, but the original page doesn't seem available anymore.) It seems like the kanji for jellyfish (海月) literally means sea moon. SEE YOU JELLYFISH!! ...? (-_-|||)]
On an unrelated note, manga chapter 395 and the story of the world government trying to control knowledge of the one hundred years of blank history made me think of the Japanese history textbooks controversies. Speaking from vague memory (I take no responsibility for the accuracy of this statement), Japanese history textbooks were modifed so as not to feature Japan in a negative light concerning the events of World War II such as war crimes, resulting in quite a number of the younger generation being unaware of the true extent of the attrocities commited by Japan in the past. But it's unlikely that Oda-sensei was drawing reference from something like that, right? ._.
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The mattress was soft and the pillow fluffy. The sheets were not as coarse as the material he was used to, lighter too, but kept him comfortably warm nevertheless. Sanji turned in his bed, wriggled further into the comforter. Then he turned again, pushing his head against the pillow, effectively tousling his head of fair locks, seeking the most comfortable position. He paused, listening to his own quiet breathing amidst loud snoring. Then he opened his eyes, glaring with annoyance at the sleeping forms of the other cooks who shared the room. How could they sleep when it was so... unnaturally still.
It was the first night since the Baratie had began operations that her occupants were not sleeping onboard her. With the occasional attacks from foolish pirates looking for easy prey and nasty tussles with unfriendly customers, or sometimes simply ones who were unwilling to pay, the Baratie was long overdue for some maintenance work. Zeff had finally decided upon the recommendation of a well-meaning customer, to leave the Baratie in the hands of a reputable shipyard and stay the night in an inn.
Sanji turned to lay on his other side. His gaze fell upon the bit of night sky that he could see through the open window. Hanging among a pretty sprinkle of softly twinkling stars, looking upon the roofs of numerous rows of houses was the moon. It was full tonight, a round, silvery-white orb stark against the dark covers that was night. Sanji stared at the moon for a long moment, before a frown slowly crept into his eyebrows.
As if having reached a decision, Sanji pulled away the covers and slid out of bed, drawing back momentarily when his toes first touched the cold wooden floorboards. He found his shoes and someone's over-sized coat that he hastily draped over his shoulders. Then, with a last glance at the moon and the snoring shadows, he slipped out of the room.
As he passed the door behind which he knew Zeff was sleeping, Sanji hesitated for a moment, considering what the shitty old man would say to him slipping out at night. But he was twelve now, old enough to go out alone and well capable of taking care of himself. Furthermore, with his habit of waking early, he was sure he would be back before daybreak. Thinking so, Sanji went on his way, a chortle escaping his lips as the snores he heard from behind the door brought to his mind an image of long braided moustaches blown upwards with each exhale of breath.
The first place to which he headed was the shipyard across town. Sanji's mouth slackened in dismay when he finally arrived only to be faced with a shut and bolted door. A quick scan of the surrounding walls revealed no other means of access. Sanji's shoulders drooped as he turned away from the shipyard and the Baratie, shuffling slowly towards the sea.
He could immediately tell when he was nearing the beach. The scent of seawater carried by a light sea breeze filled his senses. Sanji closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. A broad grin spread across his face, and he picked up his pace.
The sea was soon in sight. Layers of waves rolled towards land, as if falling over themselves to reach further. Sanji ran forward, slipping out of his shoes as he reached the edge of the water. Letting the waves lap at his feet that were sinking slightly into the fine sand and the sea breeze run through his hair, Sanji gazed at the sea. Fingers of silvery-white glimmered as moonlight reflected on waves. Sanji looked up at the moon, and then down past the darkness, horizon blended in and indistinguishable, stopping at a corresponding circle of white. The edges were softened by the uneven, ever-moving surface of the sea. Sanji smiled. This was the moon he was used to seeing.
After a long stretch of time, Sanji lifted his head; looking around, he spotted a small boat tied to a protruding rock. He scurried over to it. Stopping by the rock, he considered the boat. It seemed empty. Sanji clambered onto the deck cautiously, and was delighted to discover that it was indeed empty save for a few personal items that indicated an owner. He hoped the owner of the boat wouldn't mind that he borrowed it for a few hours.
Smiling happily, Sanji settled into the curve of the boat, pulling the coat that hung from his thin shoulders over his front. Though the wood was hard against his back and it was far less physically comfortable compared to the soft bed at the inn, the rocking motions of the boat as it rose and fell with the gentle waves lulled Sanji towards slumber. If cooking was his first love, the sea was surely his second. It was on the sea that he had spent most of his life to date, the sea provided much of what he cooked and held his dream - All Blue.
Breathing in the sea, watching the rolling waves and the reflection of the moon, feeling the waves beneath him, Sanji's eyes gradually fluttered closed.
Dawn was just breaking when Sanji opened his eyes once more. A light, yet chilly wind was blowing. Sanji sneezed once, and hugged the coat more tightly around himself. The sea reflected a painting of beautifully blended strokes of blue, pink, yellow and white. Overhead, the seabirds had begun their hunt for breakfast, occasionally calling to each other.
Sanji sat up a little, absently smoothing down his ruffled hair. He stared blearily at the sea before him, then rubbed his eyes and looked again.
!!
Sanji bolted upright. Wasn't the beach supposed to be in the direction in which he was presently staring?
He twisted his head to look all around him, jaw hitting the bottom of the boat in shock and eyes widening with panic as he realised...
HE WAS ADRIFT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA!!??
It was approaching dusk when the cooks of the Baratie found the forlorn boat drifting some distance from the island with the shipyard. It turned out that the tide had came in during the night, rising higher than the rock to which the boat had been tied. Having tugged the casually tied rope off its rock, the sea stole the boat and her serenely sleeping child, pulling them into open waters.
Sanji was starving, cold and unusually quiet, aside from the sneezes - until the cooks' loud teases of his present state being his just desserts for sneaking out at night apparently got to him and he snapped at them.
They returned to the Baratie, which had completed its repairs by that time.
Sanji felt an overpowering sense of relief as he stepped onto the familiar deck. He determinedly bit back the tears that were threatening to well up in his eyes as the equally familiar, imposing figure of Zeff standing with his arms crossed at the entrance to the restaurant entered his vision.
On that little boat in the middle of the sea, he had mulled, perhaps too much, about the possibility that he had lost these all.
Sanji walked up to Zeff who was looking down at him sternly. He bit on his bottom lip, wondering if he should apologise; the sensible part of him prompted him to, the stubborn part refused to let the word 'sorry' slide off his tongue.
Without a word nor warning, a wooden leg struck Sanji's head.
Sanji fell to the floor, and immediately raised his head, glaring angrily at Zeff, "What was that for, shitty old man!"
"For sneaking out in the middle of the night, shitty baby eggplant," Zeff said harshly, before turning around.
For making everyone worry by disappearing suddenly. Of them all, Zeff was probably the most worried - even if he never showed it - when he was told that Sanji was missing and his bed not slept in the night before.
"Go get some hot soup from the kitchen," Zeff threw over his shoulder and walked away.
Sanji nodded, immediately cheering up at the thought of hot soup.
Date written: 30 September 2006
Abrupt ending deshita. Study... T_T
Pairing(s): Sanji x the sea... ...of course not, it's a gen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters. One Piece belongs to Oda Eiichiro-sensei. This is a non-profit fanfiction written by a fan, for the enjoyment of other fans.
I'M SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING. DAMN!
Warning: unedited
Sudden inspiration and urge to write. Inspired by one of Sanji's character song, Sea Moon See You. Having gotten my OP songs from Shiy in a whole bundle, I didn't really think hard about whose song "Sea Moon See You" was, though I really like the song. Well, I briefly thought that it was probably one of the females, though it didn't quite sound like any of them. I just realised today - and was very surprised - that it was child!Sanji's image song. 'But... what in the world is a "Sea Moon"?!' I wondered. Or maybe the words are supposed to be separated? Sea. Moon. *shrugs*
So~ listening to the song (never mind that I don't understand the lyrics :P ) and thinking about the title, I was inspired to write this.
[Edit: Brief Google search for "sea moon" reveals that one possible meaning is... *drumrolls* jellyfish. XD (I wouldn't normally link to google caches, but the original page doesn't seem available anymore.) It seems like the kanji for jellyfish (海月) literally means sea moon. SEE YOU JELLYFISH!! ...? (-_-|||)]
On an unrelated note, manga chapter 395 and the story of the world government trying to control knowledge of the one hundred years of blank history made me think of the Japanese history textbooks controversies. Speaking from vague memory (I take no responsibility for the accuracy of this statement), Japanese history textbooks were modifed so as not to feature Japan in a negative light concerning the events of World War II such as war crimes, resulting in quite a number of the younger generation being unaware of the true extent of the attrocities commited by Japan in the past. But it's unlikely that Oda-sensei was drawing reference from something like that, right? ._.
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The mattress was soft and the pillow fluffy. The sheets were not as coarse as the material he was used to, lighter too, but kept him comfortably warm nevertheless. Sanji turned in his bed, wriggled further into the comforter. Then he turned again, pushing his head against the pillow, effectively tousling his head of fair locks, seeking the most comfortable position. He paused, listening to his own quiet breathing amidst loud snoring. Then he opened his eyes, glaring with annoyance at the sleeping forms of the other cooks who shared the room. How could they sleep when it was so... unnaturally still.
It was the first night since the Baratie had began operations that her occupants were not sleeping onboard her. With the occasional attacks from foolish pirates looking for easy prey and nasty tussles with unfriendly customers, or sometimes simply ones who were unwilling to pay, the Baratie was long overdue for some maintenance work. Zeff had finally decided upon the recommendation of a well-meaning customer, to leave the Baratie in the hands of a reputable shipyard and stay the night in an inn.
Sanji turned to lay on his other side. His gaze fell upon the bit of night sky that he could see through the open window. Hanging among a pretty sprinkle of softly twinkling stars, looking upon the roofs of numerous rows of houses was the moon. It was full tonight, a round, silvery-white orb stark against the dark covers that was night. Sanji stared at the moon for a long moment, before a frown slowly crept into his eyebrows.
As if having reached a decision, Sanji pulled away the covers and slid out of bed, drawing back momentarily when his toes first touched the cold wooden floorboards. He found his shoes and someone's over-sized coat that he hastily draped over his shoulders. Then, with a last glance at the moon and the snoring shadows, he slipped out of the room.
As he passed the door behind which he knew Zeff was sleeping, Sanji hesitated for a moment, considering what the shitty old man would say to him slipping out at night. But he was twelve now, old enough to go out alone and well capable of taking care of himself. Furthermore, with his habit of waking early, he was sure he would be back before daybreak. Thinking so, Sanji went on his way, a chortle escaping his lips as the snores he heard from behind the door brought to his mind an image of long braided moustaches blown upwards with each exhale of breath.
The first place to which he headed was the shipyard across town. Sanji's mouth slackened in dismay when he finally arrived only to be faced with a shut and bolted door. A quick scan of the surrounding walls revealed no other means of access. Sanji's shoulders drooped as he turned away from the shipyard and the Baratie, shuffling slowly towards the sea.
He could immediately tell when he was nearing the beach. The scent of seawater carried by a light sea breeze filled his senses. Sanji closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. A broad grin spread across his face, and he picked up his pace.
The sea was soon in sight. Layers of waves rolled towards land, as if falling over themselves to reach further. Sanji ran forward, slipping out of his shoes as he reached the edge of the water. Letting the waves lap at his feet that were sinking slightly into the fine sand and the sea breeze run through his hair, Sanji gazed at the sea. Fingers of silvery-white glimmered as moonlight reflected on waves. Sanji looked up at the moon, and then down past the darkness, horizon blended in and indistinguishable, stopping at a corresponding circle of white. The edges were softened by the uneven, ever-moving surface of the sea. Sanji smiled. This was the moon he was used to seeing.
After a long stretch of time, Sanji lifted his head; looking around, he spotted a small boat tied to a protruding rock. He scurried over to it. Stopping by the rock, he considered the boat. It seemed empty. Sanji clambered onto the deck cautiously, and was delighted to discover that it was indeed empty save for a few personal items that indicated an owner. He hoped the owner of the boat wouldn't mind that he borrowed it for a few hours.
Smiling happily, Sanji settled into the curve of the boat, pulling the coat that hung from his thin shoulders over his front. Though the wood was hard against his back and it was far less physically comfortable compared to the soft bed at the inn, the rocking motions of the boat as it rose and fell with the gentle waves lulled Sanji towards slumber. If cooking was his first love, the sea was surely his second. It was on the sea that he had spent most of his life to date, the sea provided much of what he cooked and held his dream - All Blue.
Breathing in the sea, watching the rolling waves and the reflection of the moon, feeling the waves beneath him, Sanji's eyes gradually fluttered closed.
Dawn was just breaking when Sanji opened his eyes once more. A light, yet chilly wind was blowing. Sanji sneezed once, and hugged the coat more tightly around himself. The sea reflected a painting of beautifully blended strokes of blue, pink, yellow and white. Overhead, the seabirds had begun their hunt for breakfast, occasionally calling to each other.
Sanji sat up a little, absently smoothing down his ruffled hair. He stared blearily at the sea before him, then rubbed his eyes and looked again.
!!
Sanji bolted upright. Wasn't the beach supposed to be in the direction in which he was presently staring?
He twisted his head to look all around him, jaw hitting the bottom of the boat in shock and eyes widening with panic as he realised...
HE WAS ADRIFT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA!!??
It was approaching dusk when the cooks of the Baratie found the forlorn boat drifting some distance from the island with the shipyard. It turned out that the tide had came in during the night, rising higher than the rock to which the boat had been tied. Having tugged the casually tied rope off its rock, the sea stole the boat and her serenely sleeping child, pulling them into open waters.
Sanji was starving, cold and unusually quiet, aside from the sneezes - until the cooks' loud teases of his present state being his just desserts for sneaking out at night apparently got to him and he snapped at them.
They returned to the Baratie, which had completed its repairs by that time.
Sanji felt an overpowering sense of relief as he stepped onto the familiar deck. He determinedly bit back the tears that were threatening to well up in his eyes as the equally familiar, imposing figure of Zeff standing with his arms crossed at the entrance to the restaurant entered his vision.
On that little boat in the middle of the sea, he had mulled, perhaps too much, about the possibility that he had lost these all.
Sanji walked up to Zeff who was looking down at him sternly. He bit on his bottom lip, wondering if he should apologise; the sensible part of him prompted him to, the stubborn part refused to let the word 'sorry' slide off his tongue.
Without a word nor warning, a wooden leg struck Sanji's head.
Sanji fell to the floor, and immediately raised his head, glaring angrily at Zeff, "What was that for, shitty old man!"
"For sneaking out in the middle of the night, shitty baby eggplant," Zeff said harshly, before turning around.
For making everyone worry by disappearing suddenly. Of them all, Zeff was probably the most worried - even if he never showed it - when he was told that Sanji was missing and his bed not slept in the night before.
"Go get some hot soup from the kitchen," Zeff threw over his shoulder and walked away.
Sanji nodded, immediately cheering up at the thought of hot soup.
Date written: 30 September 2006
Abrupt ending deshita. Study... T_T