The crew had docked at a bustling island, and before they disembarked on the foreign land, Zoro and Luffy were in the middle of a heated argument. They were both adamant about who should have the honor of showing the baby around.
"I should do it!" Zoro insisted, his voice low and resolute.
"I'm the baby's big brother. I have the right to take care of him." Luffy is equally determined.
"But I'm his guardian! I should be the one to show him around and introduce him to the island." Their voices rose as they continued to bicker, unaware of the baby's growing distress.
The infant pouted, and he reached his tiny arms out. That's when Sanji, who had been silently observing, had enough. He strode over to Zoro and Luffy, his expression stern, and with a quick motion, he snatched the pouting baby from both of their hands.
"HEEYY! Give him back!" Zoro warned, but Sanji turned and walked away, cooing softly to the baby.
"Sanji! Wait!" Luffy yelled, chasing the cook on deck to get his hands on the baby.
As the crew dispersed to explore, Zoro was on a mission to gather all the necessary supplies for the baby. He moved from one shop to another, filling his arms with diapers, baby clothes, a portable crib, and an assortment of toys to keep the little one entertained.
As he stood in line at the checkout of the last store, Zoro couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had made sure to buy everything on his list and then some, determined to provide the best for the baby.
With his arms loaded with bags, Zoro approached Nami, who was counting her newly acquired treasures from a different store. "Hey, Nami, I need a bit more money to cover all the baby supplies," he said, slightly out of breath from carrying all the bags.
Nami looked up from her pile of jewelry and grinned slyly. "Sure, Zoro, I can give you more money. But I'll have to charge you a small fee."
Zoro raised an eyebrow. "A fee? How much?"
Nami leaned in closer, her eyes glinting mischievously. "I'll give you more money, but you'll owe me 800% interest."
Zoro's eyes widened, and he balked at the exorbitant interest rate. "800%? Are you trying to bankrupt me, Nami?"
Nami shrugged casually. "A little interest is only fair."
Zoro hesitated, doing quick mental calculations. "I'm not sure I can agree to that... I'm already in debt to you for that navigational error."
Nami smirked and winked. "Think about it, Zoro. It's a great deal. You won't find a better interest rate on this island."
Zoro decided to cut his losses. Leaving Nami behind, he went in search of Sanji. He found the cook, by a street vendor. The baby was cradled securely in a makeshift carrier fashioned from a piece of fabric. He couldn't resist talking to the little one as he selected fresh fruits and vegetables, introducing the baby to the vibrant colors of the market.
"Look at this, my lil prince," Sanji cooed to the baby, holding up a bright red apple. "This is called an apple. It's sweet and crunchy, and you'll love it one day."
The baby gurgled and reached out a tiny hand, his chubby fingers attempting to grab the fruit. Sanji chuckled and let the baby touch it. As he continued his shopping, Sanji couldn't help but share his thoughts with the infant. "You know, your dad, Marimo, should've given you a name by now. But he's been stubborn about it, as always. We'll have to work on him, won't we?"
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