Sanji nodded. He was quiet for a long beat, considering his cigarette with his eyes while he considered his words with his mind. He'd been trying to think of where to start all day. "When I was a kid, a ship I was on..." He gestured with his cigarette while fumbling in his head for the right words, until he finally just said, "Crashed."
He took a long drag and then said around his smoke. "Me, my family, our owners, and the crew were all lost at sea. I ended up washing up on this... Well, island would be a kind word. It was more like a rock in the middle of the ocean. And when the storm died down, it was the sharpest cliff I've ever seen, so high up I couldn't even feel the spray of waves crashing off the side.
"The only other person on the rock with me was a pirate. Between the two of us, we had next to nothing to eat. Some moldy bread, spoiled fruit, and a few birds that we managed to snare.
"By about the 40th day... I was convinced Zeff was stashing food away. I attacked him... Turned out he'd actually been eating less than me, making sure that I stayed alive. If a ship hadn't come by that day, I don't know what would have happened after that."
Sanji pursed his lips together tight and toyed with a second, unlit cigarette since the first one had been stubbed out in an ashtray. "I'm telling you this because I want you to understand that I know what hunger is like. I know what it does to a person. And I know how it feels to be around food after not having it for so long... I know that fear.
"I'm telling you this because you're family now. Or 'Pack' if you prefer. And if anyone, anywhere, ever tries to starve you like you've known starvation in the past... I'll kill him. Consequences be damned... I will murder the bastard. Do you get that?"