They meet
The crew stood in shock seeing sanji absolutely fucking destroy the small traumatized British boy besides Luffy, who was laying on the ground drooling words of unimportance. Everyone slowly began to retreat back to the safety of the thousand Sunny not wanting to deal with Sanji’s insane gay boy out break.
Sanji who couldn’t even Care enough to ask where they were going began to stomp forward, towards the very very British castle ahead of him. Now you may be thinking he looks hot or something but must I remind you that this is a blonde twink gay man with hairy legs, he looked gay asf. So incredibly gay that all the woodland creatures (who definitely aren’t satanists) cowarded in fear of how much sin this one man could possess with just a walk.
After 47 minutes of this gay ass stomping sanji arrived at the castle doors, that were oh so incredibly British. His face contorted in a snarl of disgust. “ Fucking British people and they’re over the top castle doors…sickening!” He spits on the door before spinning around rapidly and hitting his gay ass leprechaun shoes against the door. There was a long second of silence after the tip of the shoe hit the door before the door caved in dramatically flying back fast enough to impel any unaware orphan children that who wouldn’t possibly be behind the door—
Sanji walked into the courtyard, disturbed by just how British this castle was. He looked at the scene of his actions, the entrails and organs of the small British orphan children he had impelled spread across the green grass, coating the ground and castle walls in their thick British blood. He smiled seeing two orphans top halves pinned to the castle wall with wooden planks. To your own surprise they weren’t actually dead bc they had been injected with remnant. The kids screaming and cry, fought against the wooden planks trying to pull them away but their poor little British arms couldn’t seem to work hard enough leaving their hands covered in cuts, this was the least of their worries though because there was a very seriously angry French man approaching them at an impressively gay pace.
The poor British children’s eyes light up with fear as the menacingly queer blond made his way to them. He stopped as soon as he was close enough to punch them. “Fucking disgusting…die you good for nothing fatherless fags..” the children absolutely terrified by his choice of words began to beg him for forgiveness, not that they knew what they where saying sorry for they just didn’t want to die to some French fucker.
Sanji shushes the boys raising his hands and pointing his fingers up. “Silence you lesser beings…” he then wraps his fists around one of the children’s throats squeezing so hard that his poor little British eyes pop out of his head and his tongue hangs out. Sanji looks at the other child pulling the plank away from his severed carcass. “Show me the way to your leader you scum..!” He commands, the child who was confused but also didn’t want to die begans to use his arms to prop himself up and drag his torso along the dirty floor of the courtyard leading sanji through the castle.
As they walked sanji stabbed at the child’s organs with the same wooden plank he had used to impel him. Everytime he did this the child would scream softly, sanji thought it was so funny he thought he’d pee himself, but he resisted because he wanted to piss on whoever was the leader of them, and because he thought it was kinda hot to hold his pee in. Anyways, after about 20 minutes or so of this walk, there had not been a single soul within the castle, not a single clank of a tea cup or a loud laugh. Sanji furrowed his brow before stopping the child by smacking the shit out of it with the wooden plank, causing the child to fucking die.
“What are you planning…?!” He announced to whoever was listening, he knew there was someone there. “Face me you British fuck!” He shouted slapping the dead child’s face once again with the plank, making loud noises echo in the hallways that could definitely be taken for something else if you didn’t have context.
After a moment of silence, sanji could hear loud tapping sounds of shoes on the floor. They patted in a rhythmic tone—sanji snarled realizing what he was dealing with. “A tap dancer…” he looked around him not being able to pin point the foot steps, until he looked behind him. There behind him was a ginger man with freckles. Sanji’s face contorted in utter disgust as he gazed upon this freak of nature. “ a ginger…” he gasped gripping the wooden plank roughly, he gulped seeing his enemy.
“Ello luv..!”