personal letter, 11-23-10
My dearest Nami,
Today marks one full year since I was brought to this world. If not for the briefest visit back home to discover which island that bastard Kuma sent me to, it would be a solid year. I have thought about you and Robin every day, wondering if you would be brought here like me, and then hoping you weren't so you could be spared the madness. I miss you so powerfully that it hurts, deep down in my soul, but I send my hopes to the sky and the sea that you're safe where you are.
There are things in this world you would find interesting and amazing. Maybe the devices and gadgets wouldn't be quite as important to you as they were to Usopp, but I think you would be delighted by some of them. They've come a long way from the den-den mushi, and dials even, with radio and video. The music is a joy to hear, I think you'd like it. I wish I could take some home with me, so you could listen and we could dance the night away. But this world is also dirty, crowded, with no real sense of what it wants. One minute they're trying to protect some of their oldest buildings for the sake of history, the next they're plowing it all under to build the newest ones. Speaking of history, Robin would be very interested in all the ancient places and ruins. I've read about them, but they're far across the world. We could travel there in the blink of an eye, if we had the chance, but for now I'll be content with the stories.
I have been staying safe, more or less, despite the way this shitty world seems to pile crisis after crisis onto the city where I live. I've lost more friends than I've kept, thanks to the whims of the machine, acquired a club I don't think I want, and sought enemies to take down with little success. I feel as though I haven't been moving forward at all, but rather standing still, and that can't be good for me. I need to get stronger, and even though I'm surrounded by strong enemies, I can't seem to lay a finger on any of them. It is frustrating. Something will have to change, and soon. Perhaps taking the boat and sailing off to rediscover my roots will be the spark, and from here on out people will learn to know and fear the name of Black Leg Sanji. Except for the ladies, I will always be kind to them. You know I will.
My darling Nami, I wish I had you here with me if only for this trip. You and I belong on the sea, with the wind in our faces and filling our sails. I missed being on the water, but getting onto a ship has made me miss you all the more. As wonderful as this journey has been, it is also painful, because I'm making it alone. I belong with you, and the crew. I'll be setting sail back to the city tomorrow, because there are certain people there who need me as well. But I will always think of you, and until the damn machine finally sends me back to our world, I will dream of you. I miss your soft skin, your warm brown eyes, your tangerine locks, even your voice yelling out orders to keep the ship on heading. There have been beautiful women here to tempt me, but my heart will always be yours, Nami dear.
I can only hope that Luffy kept you and Robin safe from that Paw-Paw bastard. It's hard living a full year without knowing anything about what happened, but I continue on. I trust Luffy, and I know you'll be all right when I get back to you. I believe in you, Nami, and I ask for you to wait for me. Someday I will come back to you. May the seas be gentle and the winds fair, where you are.
I remain forever your prince,
Sanji
[written November 23, the local year 2010, and set adrift in a bottle on the Atlantic side of the outermost islands of the Bahamas]
Today marks one full year since I was brought to this world. If not for the briefest visit back home to discover which island that bastard Kuma sent me to, it would be a solid year. I have thought about you and Robin every day, wondering if you would be brought here like me, and then hoping you weren't so you could be spared the madness. I miss you so powerfully that it hurts, deep down in my soul, but I send my hopes to the sky and the sea that you're safe where you are.
There are things in this world you would find interesting and amazing. Maybe the devices and gadgets wouldn't be quite as important to you as they were to Usopp, but I think you would be delighted by some of them. They've come a long way from the den-den mushi, and dials even, with radio and video. The music is a joy to hear, I think you'd like it. I wish I could take some home with me, so you could listen and we could dance the night away. But this world is also dirty, crowded, with no real sense of what it wants. One minute they're trying to protect some of their oldest buildings for the sake of history, the next they're plowing it all under to build the newest ones. Speaking of history, Robin would be very interested in all the ancient places and ruins. I've read about them, but they're far across the world. We could travel there in the blink of an eye, if we had the chance, but for now I'll be content with the stories.
I have been staying safe, more or less, despite the way this shitty world seems to pile crisis after crisis onto the city where I live. I've lost more friends than I've kept, thanks to the whims of the machine, acquired a club I don't think I want, and sought enemies to take down with little success. I feel as though I haven't been moving forward at all, but rather standing still, and that can't be good for me. I need to get stronger, and even though I'm surrounded by strong enemies, I can't seem to lay a finger on any of them. It is frustrating. Something will have to change, and soon. Perhaps taking the boat and sailing off to rediscover my roots will be the spark, and from here on out people will learn to know and fear the name of Black Leg Sanji. Except for the ladies, I will always be kind to them. You know I will.
My darling Nami, I wish I had you here with me if only for this trip. You and I belong on the sea, with the wind in our faces and filling our sails. I missed being on the water, but getting onto a ship has made me miss you all the more. As wonderful as this journey has been, it is also painful, because I'm making it alone. I belong with you, and the crew. I'll be setting sail back to the city tomorrow, because there are certain people there who need me as well. But I will always think of you, and until the damn machine finally sends me back to our world, I will dream of you. I miss your soft skin, your warm brown eyes, your tangerine locks, even your voice yelling out orders to keep the ship on heading. There have been beautiful women here to tempt me, but my heart will always be yours, Nami dear.
I can only hope that Luffy kept you and Robin safe from that Paw-Paw bastard. It's hard living a full year without knowing anything about what happened, but I continue on. I trust Luffy, and I know you'll be all right when I get back to you. I believe in you, Nami, and I ask for you to wait for me. Someday I will come back to you. May the seas be gentle and the winds fair, where you are.
I remain forever your prince,
Sanji
[written November 23, the local year 2010, and set adrift in a bottle on the Atlantic side of the outermost islands of the Bahamas]