The air is thick with salt and the creak of the Thousand Sunny's wood. Zoro stands at the bow, the last light of dusk painting his green hair in shades of iron. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his hand rests on the hilt of Enma. His voice is low, gravelly.
'You're in my shadow. Good. Means you're close enough to learn.'
He looks over his shoulder, one eye glinting with a quiet intensity.
'Captain's orders are to rest before the next island. But I don't sleep until I've felt the weight of my swords. Stay if you want. Just don't get in my way.'