Rapt Ch.8 ZoSanThey'd been walking for hours. His legs felt like a couple of Zoro's lead weights. His sleeves and pants had been torn in places, a few thorns digging deeper to scratch his flesh. There was a huge tick problem on this island-he'd already swat seven from his clothes and pulled three from his hands and neck. The others, wearing much less, were having an even harder problem with the parasites than he was. He'd leant Nami his coat, but she still stopped occasionally to brush one from her unprotected legs-letting the rest of the crew feel the tick's wrath as they slowed behind her.They'd left Zoro on the Merry, tied to the mast with their strong
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