A Last Meal [video] around 10 pm SP time
[somebody really has to teach this guy how private filters work...
There's the flare of a match in the darkness, briefly lighting up his face and the surroundings enough to reveal a gruesome sight. Sanji's face is scratched and bruised, covered in a muddy mix of dirt, rainwater, blood, and sea-spray, and his hair is wet. His coat and the dress shirt underneath are completely soaked with blood. But he appears not to be hurt - at least, not so hurt that he can't light a cigarette. Clutched in his left hand as it holds the match up is a fold of black cloth, also shining wet with blood. Then the match goes out, and everything plunges back into a dim darkness save for the lit end of the cigarette. In the background, anyone can hear rain pattering on a roof and possibly, if their ears are good, the faint crashing of the ocean somewhere nearby]
I...I'm sorry. Luffy, everyone...
[clearly this is difficult for him to say, his voice is barely a whisper...and shaking]
There were too many of them. We...ran. But it was too much. I couldn't...not even...
Shit. If only Chopper were here, he would have known how to save him...!
[a long silence, in which there is only the light of the cigarette occasionally showing slender fingers or trembling lips]
Don't. Don't come looking for me. Nobody else should...I'll be fine until morning. I'm somewhere safe enough. If I die...so be it. Maybe then we'll both escape this hell and return to the Grand Line...
Nami...
[click]
There's the flare of a match in the darkness, briefly lighting up his face and the surroundings enough to reveal a gruesome sight. Sanji's face is scratched and bruised, covered in a muddy mix of dirt, rainwater, blood, and sea-spray, and his hair is wet. His coat and the dress shirt underneath are completely soaked with blood. But he appears not to be hurt - at least, not so hurt that he can't light a cigarette. Clutched in his left hand as it holds the match up is a fold of black cloth, also shining wet with blood. Then the match goes out, and everything plunges back into a dim darkness save for the lit end of the cigarette. In the background, anyone can hear rain pattering on a roof and possibly, if their ears are good, the faint crashing of the ocean somewhere nearby]
I...I'm sorry. Luffy, everyone...
[clearly this is difficult for him to say, his voice is barely a whisper...and shaking]
There were too many of them. We...ran. But it was too much. I couldn't...not even...
Shit. If only Chopper were here, he would have known how to save him...!
[a long silence, in which there is only the light of the cigarette occasionally showing slender fingers or trembling lips]
Don't. Don't come looking for me. Nobody else should...I'll be fine until morning. I'm somewhere safe enough. If I die...so be it. Maybe then we'll both escape this hell and return to the Grand Line...
Nami...
[click]