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The Mushroom Island

Summary:

After setting sail from Thriller Bark, the crew stops at Mushroom Island to replenish their food supplies. Upon returning to the ship, pursued by the Marine, they notice Zoro sitting under the mast, on strike.

Zoro refuses to eat or move from where he is sitting. A promise Zoro made to Robin prevents him from explaining to the crew why he fought with Robin a few days ago, what the reasons for his strike are, and what Robin needs to do to end his grievances.

Sanji is desperate to get Zoro to eat something while trying to mediate between the two parties, investigate the reasons for the strike, and survive the relentless attack of a marine sergeant major.

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This is a translation of "La isla Mushroom". Original work is finished.

Spoilers up to Thriller Bark. There are references to things we learn later, but they are not spoilers. If you are past the point where nothing happened, you are safe from spoilers.

⚠️ Sensitive content: Self-harm, suicidal thoughts. PTSD. Eating disorders. ⚠️

Notes:

Chapter 1: Diary in a bottle

Chapter Text

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Tomorrow morning, I will face the captain’s justice because I have committed one of the worst crimes imaginable aboard a pirate ship.

Because of me, Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter, will die.

Although he is not yet dead, there is nothing more that can be done. And in my heart, I know I have killed a crewmate. His body collapsing is only a matter of time, and all that’s left is to hold his hand, stay with him, and comfort him in his final moments.

I don’t have the courage to wait for that hour by his side, along with the others. And I am certain he wouldn’t want to take his last breath while looking at the face of the man who took everything from him.

Right now, I’m in the ship’s kitchen, writing these lines as I wait for my condition as a murderer to become definitive, and as I gather the strength to present myself to my crewmates as what I am now—a killer.

At dawn tomorrow, Luffy will have to judge me. I know what I’ve done is unforgivable and that I deserve something worse than death. But I also know Luffy would never do such a thing, no matter how much I deserve, or I want it.

When we make landfall, I’ll probably leave the ship and isolate myself on some deserted island, waiting for my fate to come find me.

Even so, I want to write everything that happened aboard this ship. Not to clear my name, as I truly committed these atrocious acts, but to explain everything I haven’t had the courage to say aloud.

I never intended to harm my friends. It was my stupid blindness and my terrible incompetence that led to this horrible outcome.

But if, by chance, in twenty or thirty years, when their hearts have healed and the memory of this sad night has faded, they might have the mercy to let me explain myself through these pages—even if I’m long gone by then.

And if, by chance, this journal ends up in the hands of some other sailor aboard a ship navigating the sea, the Grand Line, or even the White Sea high above the sky, let them take my words as a lesson. Don’t be as blind as I was—so distracted, careless, clumsy.

For those who don’t know, I was the cook of the Straw Hat Pirates aboard the Thousand Sunny.

My name is simply Sanji.