onepieceyaoi100 | feed them

Title: Feed Them
Word Count: 288
Topic: Night
Rating: PG
Pairing: None.
Notes: Angsty Sanji... I lurve him. And btw I hand-counted the words because goddamn WordPad doesn't have word count... >_< ph33r the hand-counting. @_@

They say that when you lose one sense, all others are hightened.

He guessed this included sense of self, because whenever all the lights went out, and all that remained were the sounds of sleep and the smells of wood and sea, everything about himself became glaringly obvious.

His legs were skinny, gangly, and knobby-kneed. His skin was neither beautifully pale nor exotically dark. His feet were big and horribly calloused. His toes were very long, and most of them were crooked from being broken so many times while fighting. His hips jutted out sharply in a way he thought was most unpleasant; women didn't want a skinny man. His nails were soft, and faintly yellow from his awful nicotene habit (he did have pride in keeping his teeth exceedingly white, however). His ass was nonexistant, and his hair had so many split ends it looked like a blind man had tried giving him layers. They hadn't been able to stop at a port in a while, and he was always very adamant about going to the barber at every opportunity, even if his lovely Nami-san complained about the money.

Realizing all of his physical shortcomings led him to think about his personal ones. He was incredibly dorky, awfully immature, generally unintelligent, and... painfully insecure.

And then he realized that almost everything he had thought about himself that night was exactly the opposite of everything that the stupid swordsman was. Exactly the opposite of what his captain was. Of what everyone else on the ship was.

He was on a ship of great men. Men greater than he would ever be.

So he would do the one thing that he could do for them.

He would feed them.