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Media & Development in Asia - A regional perspective By Indrajit Banerjee; Madanmohan Rao This book brings together some of the most outstanding and novel papers on media and development presented at the 2004 AMIC Annual Conferences. It provides a wealth of fresh case studies as well as breaking new ground in highlighting emerging frontiers of media development discourse in Asia, comparing regional development along multiple dimensions and frameworks, and pointing the direction towards further media initiatives at a national level. The papers selected are grouped into three key themes: media and development; new narratives and political discourse; and media impacts and capacity building. The contributors to this book have highlighted not just an interesting range of media and development issues in Asia, but have also introduced a good variety of media research methods. These include quantitative assessments of media impacts in society, comparative and longitudinal frameworks for evaluating regional ICT competitiveness, structural analyses of political and activist communication systems, in-depth case studies of individual organisations, and broad-based surveys of stakeholders in ICT4D.
Synthetic Worlds : The Business and Culture of Online Games by Edward Castronova From EverQuest to World of Warcraft, online games have evolved from the exclusive domain of computer geeks into an extraordinarily lucrative staple of the entertainment industry. People of all ages and from all walks of life now spend thousands of hours - and dollars - partaking in this popular new brand of escapism. But the line between fantasy and reality is starting to blur. Players have created virtual societies with governments and economies of their own whose currencies now trade against the dollar on eBay at rates higher than the yen. And the players who inhabit these synthetic worlds are starting to spend more time online than at their day jobs. In Synthetic Worlds, Edward Castronova offers the first comprehensive look at the online game industry, exploring its implications for business and culture alike. He starts with the players, giving us a revealing look into the everyday lives of the gamers - outlining what they do in their synthetic worlds and why. He then describes the economies inside these worlds to show how they might dramatically affect real world financial systems, from potential disruptions of markets to new business horizons. Ultimately, he explores the long-term social consequences of online games: If players can inhabit worlds that are more alluring and gratifying than reality, then how can the real world ever compete? Will a day ever come when we spend more time in these synthetic worlds than in our own? Or even more startling, will a day ever come when such questions no longer sound alarmist but instead seem obsolete? With more than five million active players worldwide - and with Microsoft and Sony pouring hundreds of millions of dollars into video game development - online games have become too big to ignore. Synthetic Worlds spearheads our efforts to come to terms with this virtual reality and its concrete effects.
News Media and New Media: The Asia-Pacific Internet Handbook, Episode V by Madanmohan Rao The Internet and wireless technologies have impacted the new media sphere for news (or newsphere) along the entire news value chain: news gathering, research, interviews, surveys, publishing, access, delivery, workflow, cost, pricing, financing, archiving, texture, associations, experience, instruction, ethics, legislation and regulation. This book aims to chart the growth of the Internet as a news medium across the Asia-Pacific region. It identifies key themes in the development of online news environments in various countries of the region, assesses useful resources for the news sector, and contextualises these themes in comparison to related developments in other parts of the world like the USA, Europe and Latin America.
Asia Unplugged: The Wireless and Mobile Media Boom in the Asia-Pacific (Asia-Pacific Internet Handbook) by Madanmohan Rao, Lunita Mendoza This detailed and analytical handbook is a major source of reference for those with an interest in the wireless explosion in the Asia-Pacific region. It includes thematic papers on WiFi//WLL, wireless content, portals, m-commerce, permission marketing, LBS, wireless development centres, enterprise wireless strategies, capacity-building, corporate policy, legal issues, hybrid models, regulation, and venture capital. The volume also includes detailed country profiles.
The Future of Music by Dave Kusek, Gerd Leonhard For the next generation of players and downloaders, a provacative scenario from a music industry think tank From the Music Research Institute at Berklee College of Music, comes a manifesto for the ongoing music revolution. Today, the record companies may be hurting but the music making business is booming, using non-traditional digital methods and distribution models. This book explains why we got where we are and where we are heading. For the iPod, downloading market, this book will explain new ways of discovering music, new ways of acquiring it and how technology trends will make music "flow like water", benefiting the people who love music and make music. Publication date: March 2005
The Right to Tell: The Role of Mass Media in Economic Development (Wbi Development Studies) by World Bank Institute The stellar list of contributors to this book includes Nobel Prize winner and Columbia University Professor Joseph Stiglitz, Irrational Exuberance author Robert Shiller, and Nobel Prize-winning novelist Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The theme on which they are all passionate is the importance of a free and independent press. As World Bank President James D. Wolfensohn points out in the foreword to this book, "a free press is not a luxury. It is at the core of equitable development." Contributors to this volume explore the role of the media as a watchdog of government and the corporate sector, the medias power to influence markets, its usefulness as a transmitter of new ideas and information, and its ability to give a voice to the poor and disenfranchised. They also tackle the potential harm an unethical, propagandistic, or irresponsible press can cause and the impact of insult laws and other policies that hamper the operation of a free press. Several contributors describe the challenges faced by the media in specific countries, including the former Soviet Union, Thailand, Bangladesh, Egypt, and Zimbabwe - these are fascinating case studies and vivid illustrations of the medias potential as a catalyst for change and growth. Advance Praise for The Right to Tell: "Ive been waiting for ten years for someone to put together a book like this. The Right To Tell finally makes the case linking open media with economic growth and development. Each article in this collection is like a building block in a public policy brief that places open media at the forefront of development strategy. It follows Amartya Sens groundbreaking Development As Freedom with compelling arguments that independent media are essential to social development and economic growth. Open media translates into transparency and government accountability, less corruption, participatory democracy, civil society and, yes, greater income. This book is a must read for policymakers who are only now waking up to the immense power of open media." - David Hoffman, President, Internews Network
TechTV's Catalog of Tomorrow by Andrew Zolli From medicine to the movies, from computers to the climate, change is everywhere around us, transforming the way we will live, work, play, and learn. We will likely experience as much change in the next three decades than we have in the two previous centuries. In such a world, how do we make sense of our future, and our place within it? TechTV's Catalog of Tomorrow offers an exciting glimpse at the new trends and technologies that will shape our lives, our society and our planet in the next 15-20 years. Nearly one hundred topics are showcased, in a clearly written and visually arresting style that provides an overview of current and future developments, with timelines, statistics, and pointers to online resources. Deeply researched and beautifully designed, TechTV's Catalog of Tomorrow is more than a book: it's a tool for thinking about the future. Numerous futurists, visionaries, and technology commentators have added their insights and visions of the future to the book, including: Paul Saffo, leading futurist and director of the Institute for the Future, Howard Rheingold, technology visionary and author, Craig Venter, co-decoder of the human genome, Jef Raskin, designer of the original Macintosh computer, Christine Peterson, expert on nanotechnology and president of the Foresight Institute, Nathan Shedroff, leading digital media designer, Stefano Marzano, CEO of Philips Design, Richard Garriott, legendary video game designer, Clement Bezold, president of Alternative Futures, Douglas Rushkoff, cultural critic, commentator, and author, William McDonough, architect and environmental champion, Alex Marshall, urban planning theorist, journalist, and author, Martin Siegel, professor of education and informatics at Indiana University, John Arquilla, leading military theorist on the future of war, Maurice Strong, Senior Advisor to the United Nations and World Bank and organizer of the Rio Earth Summit, Rory Stears, CEO of Freeplay, pioneers in human-powered devices, Frank Drake, astrophysicist and chairman of the SETI Institute. This book is edited by Andrew Zolli, a futurist working at the intersection of technology, design, innovation, and futures research. This book encourages your participation in thinking about the future -- and in shaping your own. It is a book to ponder, argue with, revisit often, and use as a platform for your own speculation. It helps you stay connected to the coming changes in your world, and serves as a gateway to a world of infinite possibilities. The future is in your hands literally. TechTV is the cable television network for those excited by and curious about all things related to technology. By using technology as a backdrop to entertain, amaze, and engage viewers, TechTV is the lifestyle network that showcases how the latest trends, products, and events enhance our lives. Check your local television for TechTV.
The Future of Advertising : New Media, New Clients, New Consumers in the Post-Television Age by Joe Cappo In The Future of Advertising, international ad industry thought leader Joe Cappo analyzes the factors reshaping today's advertising industry. Advertising and marketing professionals will get thought-provoking and valuable guidance on how to position themselves, their work, and their clients to meet consumer needs in the coming years.
Interactive Television Production by Mark Gawlinski Interactive Television Production is essential reading for all broadcasting and new media professionals - whether in production, marketing, technology, business or management. It will also be of interest to media students and anyone looking to get an insight into the future of television production. It provides a practical, step-by-step guide to the processes and issues involved in taking an interactive television idea through to being an operational service - based on the knowledge and experience of leading interactive television producers. This book can be used as a quick-and-easy reference guide, with each chapter containing a 'Chapter in 30 seconds' summary for easy reference, or read from cover to cover. Using accessible language, the author provides detailed descriptions of iTV software technologies (OpenTV, MHEG-5, TV Navigator), delivery technologies (cable, satellite and terrestrial) and production tools. There are also entire chapters devoted to key issues like the commercial side of iTV and the latest work on usability and design.
Inside the Minds: The Wireless Industry - CEOs from AT&T Wireless, Arraycomm & More Share Their Knowledge on the Future of the Wireless Revolution by Aspatore Books Staff (Editor) Inside the Minds: The Wireless Industry features leading CEOs from companies such as AT & T Wireless, Omnisky, Wildblue, AirPrime, Digital Wireless, Aperto Networks, Air2Web, LGC Wireless, Arraycomm and Informio. Items discussed include the future of the wireless industry, wireless devices, killer-apps in the wireless industry, the international landscape, government issues and more. An unprecedented look inside the high stakes and fast pace world of the wireless industry makes for exciting and highly interesting reading for industry executives, entrepreneurs, investors, or anyone with a general interest in the amazing changes taking place in the wireless revolution.
Mass Communication Theory: Foundations, Ferment, and Future by Stanley J. Baran, Dennis K. Davis This new edition of Baran and Davis's successful text provides a comprehensive, historically based, introduction to mass communication theory. Clearly written with examples, graphics, and other materials to illustrate key theories, this edition - now streamlined to increase accessibility - traces the emergence of two main bodies of mass communication theory: social/behavioral and critical/cultural. The authors emphasize that media theories are human creations that typically are intended to address specific problems or issues. The Second Edition includes new coverage of the Internet, as well as many updated examples.
Reinventing Media: Media Policy Reform in East Central Europe (Cps Books) by Miklos Sükösd (Editor), Peter Bajomi-Lázár (Editor) The emergence of democratic regimes in post-communist East Central Europe brought an end to institutionalized political censorship. In its place, the media found itself confronted by new and often complex challenges. The emerging political elite, for example, proved highly sensitive to critical coverage and very adept at finding ways to stifle investigative journalism. In some cases, governments exerted direct political pressure on both the commercial and public sector. While in several countries in the region public broadcasting has seemed to be caught in a state of permanent crisis. Within the media itself, there have been serious questions concerning minority representation, public access, and the development of professional standards. Frustrated by increasing commercialization and dilatory institutions, some have gone so far as to contest the freedoms they fought for during the years of communist subjugation. In the early 1990s, there were numerous calls for authoritative solutions. Most countries in the region reformed their media industries through broadcasting acts and yet, many problems still persist. The need for informed and imaginative debate is as strong as ever. This volume contains ten studies that explore the current situation of the media in East Central Europe. The first section, entitled Reinventing Media Systems, addresses the reform of public television; the application of European legal standards; government pressure on media institutions and markets; media developments in the post-war Balkans; and the coverage of the EU and NATO accession process. In part two, Minorities and Media Reform, chapters deal with questions of access and representation of minorities, with a specific focus on ethnic minorities, gays and lesbians, and the physically challenged. Each case study was written in the context of a potentially new generation of broadcasting acts. Besides analyzing the current challenges faced by the media, every chapter includes timely policy recommendations for reform. These findings are based on research carried out in 2000 and 2001 under the International Policy Fellowship Scheme, a program jointly administered by the Open Society Institute and the Center for Policy Studies from the Central European University.
Smart Mobs: The Next Social Revolution by Howard Rheingold The title of this book is a mild pun. People are using smart "mobs" (rhymes with "robes") to become smart "mobs" (rhymes with "robs"), meaning, sophisticated mobile Internet access is allowing people who don't know each other to act in concert. In this timely if at times overenthusiastic survey of wireless communication devices, Rheingold (The Virtual Community) conveys how cell phones, pagers and PDAs are shaping modern culture. He interviewed dozens of people around the world who work and play with these technologies to see how this revolution is manifesting, and his findings are stirring. The concept has caught on among young Japanese, where cliques of teenagers hang out together all day, despite being in different places, by sending and receiving hundreds of iconic text transmissions on their iMode telephones. And demonstrators in Seattle and Manila relied on wireless telephones to coordinate their actions and evade barricades. In major cities, Rheingold says, techno-hipsters can congregate in "WiFi" areas that interact with their wireless devices to let them participate in a virtual social scene. In one amusing example, he tells of upscale prostitutes who can enter their services and prices into their mobile phones, allowing customers to discreetly determine if anyone nearby is selling what they want to buy (a Japanese company, Lovegety, has already adapted this idea to dating). This study of the potential of mobile, always on, fast Internet access nicely serves as a travelogue to the future, showing the possibilities and dangers of communications innovation.
Digital Television Services in Western Europe: Forecast and Analysis, 2002-2007 by IDC This IDC study focuses on the market for digital television services in 16 Western European countries. Forecast and analysis is provided on the number of private residential subscriptions to four delivery platforms - satellite, cable, terrestrial, and DSL - and the revenues earned by DTV providers from end-user subscriptions to these DTV services over all four platforms. The study provides segmentation by residential subscribers and subscriber revenues. The information provided in this study is essential reading for broadcasters, satellite operators, cable operators, incumbents, and telcos that are interested in the European interactive and DTV market. It will also be of interest to companies providing solutions and services to those service providers. The study will provide these companies with essential data and analysis on how the European DTV market has changed due to issues such as service provider consolidation and the economic downturn. Nicky Walton, research analyst at IDC's European Telecoms group, believes that the pattern of consolidation that has occurred primarily among satellite operators in 2002 is just the start of a trend towards further operator consolidation. This will further lead to a trend of a rise in pan-European players operating across multiple regions and countries, as well as an increase in vertical and horizontal integration among media companies and telcos. This situation will become exacerbated unless the cost of content is addressed at a European level, since content prices and existing legislation has kept market entry and competition in the developed markets fairly non-existent.
The Media in Europe : The Euromedia Handbook by Denis McQuail (Editor), Mary Kelly (Editor), Gianpietro Mazzoleni (Editor) Completely rewritten, the Third Edition of this successful guide to European media systems has also been expanded to include Central and Eastern Europe as well as Western Europe. Covering 23 countries, the volume highlights and explains key issues of debate and current tendencies in media policy and provides basic statistics relating to each case study.The chapters are written by an expert from the country concerned. Most of these are members of the Euromedia Research Group, a research collective that has been active for more than 20 years and has produced a series of assessments of media policy developments in Europe.
Journalism Education in Europe and North America: An International Comparison (The Hampton Press Communication Series) by Romy Frohlich (Editor), Christina Holtz-Bacha (Editor), Arthur Asa Berger This work takes stock of the different ways that lead into journalism in Europe and in North America at a moment when much change is taking place in the media systems and in journalism education. This lays the ground for further analyses and comparisons of the way journalists are trained.
I Believe in Music: Life Experiences and Thoughts on the Future of Electronic Music by the Founder of the Roland Corporation by Ikutaro Kakehashi, Robert Olsen (Contributor) Published to coincide with the 30th anniversary of the Roland Corporation, this is the inspiring and heartfelt memoir of Ikutaro Kakehashi, a pioneering figure in electronic music instruments and the company's visionary founder. From war-torn Japan to his first watch repair business to the dawn of and subsequent enormous leaps of electronic musical instruments, Kakehashi's story is sometimes wry, sometimes touching, always wise. Through it all, Kakehashi has believed in music above else: his first priority has always been an unwavering passion for expanding the potential for artistic expression. Everyone from music aficionados to those looking for time-tested business savvy will enjoy his unique story. The book features fantastic photos throughout, including an 8-page full-color section. Ikutaro Kakehashi founded the Roland Corporation in 1972. He lives in Hosoe-cho, Hamamatsu City, Japan. Robert Olsen worked for 25 years in the international music trade before switching careers to become a college instructor and free-lance author. He lives in Northbrook, IL.
The Future of Jazz by Yuval Taylor (Editor), Will Friedwald, Ted Gioia, Stuart Nicholson Jazz is now 100 years old, a venerable American institution predicated on the unpredictable. But recent signs-ranging from Ken Burns's documentary Jazz: A History of America's Music to the dominance, in terms of sales, of reissues over new recordings-have made many question whether jazz's past has now become more important than its future, or whether jazz has any future at all. In this book, composed entirely via e-mail, 10 leading jazz critics take on the various issues surrounding jazz's future-the dominance of mainstream jazz, its spread around the world, the difficulty of making a living playing it, the growth of repertory jazz, the dearth of interest among young African Americans, the paradoxically backward-looking nature of the avant-garde, and many others. Their conclusions are as surprising, witty, and edgy as the music itself. Between them, the 10 jazz critics who wrote this book have published 25 books and have written for major newspapers and magazines, including the New York Times, the Village Voice, and Rolling Stone.
Western European Media Gateway Forecast and Analysis, 2002-2006 by IDC This IDC study discusses the European media gateway market for service providers. The study provides a five-year forecast for the media gateway market and a market overview for the four categories of media gateways. The following issues are addressed in the document: y How did the Western European media gateway market perform over the past year, and how will this market develop over the next five years? y The media gateway market is forecast to grow from US$98 million in 2001 to US$304 million in 2007. Media gateway revenue will realize a 31% compound annual growth rate (CAGR) over the forecast period. Julie Wall, analyst in IDC's European IP Telephony program, states, "The overall media gateway market is still in a developmental stage. Many vendors are repositioning, selling off, and upgrading products, while others, not so fortunate, have filed for bankruptcy. This product segment will remain in an uncertain state of affairs as vendors continue to rationalize product lines and product positioning. IDC believes that while the industry may experience short-term problems in specific segments, the long-term outlook remains positive for the industry."
The 2003 Entertainment, Media and Advertising Market Research Handbook by Richard K. Miller & Associates (Author) The handbook assesses consumer use and advertising expenditures for all types of media. Topics include television, radio, print media, filmed entertainment, sports, the Internet, outdoor advertising, sponsorships, licensing, and Broadway theatre. The handbook provides in-depth market data and demographic analysis, identifies important recent developments, discusses market trends, and forecasts how the market will likely evolve within a five-year timeframe. The handbook is aimed at media and advertising executives, and covers the entire scope of the $714 billion marketplace.
Media Ownership: Concentration, Convergence and Public Policy by Gillian Doyle (Author) The digital revolution is transforming media and communications industries worldwide, and media companies are keen to emerge at the forefront of an increasingly transnational and competitive communications marketplace. However, the volume and scale of mergers and alliances involving media players has raised considerable challenges for regulators and state authorities alike.
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Hawk Technical Solutions has security clearances and Objectivity wants them. The two companies recently formed a partnership to get a slice of the market growing up around the government's demand for technology solutions that can organize and search through large amounts of interrelated data.
Hawk Technical Solutions is a small integrator that was created specifically to pursue business in the intelligence community. The company has four employees with security clearances and the technical expertise to learn how to implement and use Objectivity's data-management product. The partnership is not set up to go after specific federal contracts but rather to respond to the government's growing requirements for data management.
"Objectivity's technology is new to the Defense Department," said Wendi Hawk, chief executive officer of Hawk Technical Solutions. "DOD has been slow to adopt it, so we're meeting needs as they come."
Objectivity's database product manages and analyzes large volumes of data for event and relationship processing. The name stems from the object-oriented technology that the company's products are built around. Through the partnership, Objectivity employees will train Hawk's staff on Objectivity's database management technology.
"We train them in an unclassified conference room, and they go into the cleared areas to do the real work," said Jay Jarrell, president and chief executive officer of Objectivity, which has two employees with clearances. "We don't focus our business that much on doing a lot of body shop work or consulting work in the federal area."
Objectivity's ongoing strategy of forming partnerships to expand its reach has led to a robust federal business, Jarrell said. It currently accounts for 58 percent of the company's revenues. The company has been successful in turning potential competitors into allies, too. He added that defense contractors would rather get trained on Objectivity's database technology than compete against the company for consulting work.
"We don't take away contractors' cleared consulting work," Jarrell said. "Our profit margin and the ability to grow our business is more dynamic and quicker by using consulting partnerships."
Government security clearances have been a particular challenge for information technology defense contractors, especially as the amount of intelligence work has increased since the 2001 terrorist attacks. It can take a year or 18 months for an individual to get a clearance, with each agency having different clearance requirements. Some government work is out of reach to contractors that don't have enough employees with the right clearances.
Companies have been recruiting cleared employees from their competitors or simply acquiring companies to get large batches of workers with security clearances, said Chip Mather, senior vice president of Acquisition Solutions, a consulting firm in Oakton, Va.
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Jarrell said the partnership with Hawk Technical Solutions was also attractive to Objectivity because of the executives' experience at their former employers and the company's knowledge of the intelligence community. Jarrell had worked with Wendi Hawk when she was at Conquest, an enterprise architecture, systems engineering and software technology solutions firm acquired by Boeing in 2003.
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Nuclear DNA content shows extensive intraspecific variation in plants, attributable to changes in levels of repetitive DNA. Since its discovery, repetitive DNA often has been regarded as `junk' or selfish DNA with little or no evolutionary significance at the individual level, except possibly a deleterious role stemming from its over-replication. However, recent works have pointed out that repetitive DNA may have an important impact on phenotypic selection through local or general modifications of gene expression. Phenotypic evolution has typically been studied using quantitative genetic techniques that treat underlying genetic effects as variance components. In previous work, we identified an among population negative correlation between nuclear DNA content variation, attributable to repetitive DNA, and calyx diameter, a phenotypic character with obvious ecological importance, in Silene latifolia. In the present study, we established a negative genetic relation between an AT-biased flow cytometric measure of nuclear DNA content and calyx diameter across lineages that had been subjected to selection for increases or decreases in calyx diameter. This finding suggests that new attention should be directed toward repetitive DNA as a basis for phenotypic variation and evolution.
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A few months ago I read an article that raised the question of how growing up on antidepressants might affect a child's psychological development. In Coming of Age on Antidepressants, Dr. Richard A. Friedman tells us that he started considering the issue after talking to a patient, a 31 year old woman who had been on antidepressants since she was 14. Although they had undoubtedly saved her life, she was beginning to wonder what kind of an impact they had had on her psychological development and the development of her personality.
I had two reactions to the article. I think that the questions he's raising are legitimate ones, especially given the casual prescribing of antidepressants for children and adolescents. I think in many cases of childhood depression (please note that this is my opinion as a layperson), therapy would be a much better treatment choice. However, sometimes parents don't have the money for therapy and/or want a quick fix because they're so desperately worried about their child. As a parent, I can understand that position.
But one reason that antidepressant treatment for a child should be carefully considered is that we don't know enough about how a child's brain develops. We only found out recently that our brains don't stop developing at eighteen or twenty, but keep going into our twenties. In fact, some very crucial functions in the frontal lobe aren't completely developed until then, which to me explains why you pay more for auto insurance before the age of twenty-five. Young people have more auto accidents because their impulse control isn't fully developed. I actually look back on some things I did in my early twenties and shudder.
The problem is that we don't know enough about the impact of antidepressants on someone's psychological development. Dr. Friedman ascribes this to the lack of long-term studies by the FDA. This is certainly true. Drug companies tests are only as long as they need to be for FDA approval. You're not going to catch them going above and beyond, and who else has the money to do such a longterm test?
But I'm not sure it's even possible to do a definitive study. How do you determine whether someone who has been on antidepressants since childhood or adolescence would have been different if they hadn't been? I don't believe that you can compare two people in terms of psychological development. There are too many variables. Not to mention that we've never answered the question of what makes someone who they are. If you don't know that, how can you determine how they would have been if something was changed?
So I think that this question is one worth exploring, but at the same time there's another question to consider. What kind of impact does growing up depressed have on a child's psychological development? Most of the same questions that come up when we consider the impact of antidepressants on development come up here.
I'm pretty sure that my life would have turned out differently if I hadn't spent much of the first twenty seven years depressed, but I don't know if my personality would have been different if I had been on antidepressants during that time. I can say with some assurance that my life would have been different because of how different it's been since I started treatment. I have a lot more mental energy and motivation. I can tell you exactly what I would have done differently if I hadn't been crippled by depression.
But even after eighteen years of successful treatment with both medication and therapy, I still can't separate my true personality from the impact of depression. In other words, would I still have been fairly shy if I hadn't grown up depressed?
As I said, I think the question that Dr. Friedman raises is worth examining, but so is the question I have. Although I realize there are no easy answers when so many questions remain, parents who are considering treatment for a depressed child should weigh both sides of this question.
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No one remembers now but those two, and you know how they are. So I will tell you instead. This is how it went:
At the edge of the Florian Triangle—they assumed it was the edge, assumed that the Triangle had real parameters, that it obeyed at least some rules of nature and logic despite this being the Grand Line—there was an old man in a little boat.
Zoro hears the ocean obliterate the soft hush of the dojo, crash through the clicking lullaby of cicadas, and he thinks it's over. The Sunny must have come to take them home, the crew waving and calling from her decks, smiling. Chopper will be crying, maybe; Usopp will be pretending he isn't. Luffy will want to hear all about everything, will pull and shove and whine at him until captain gets his way, but Zoro really just wants to take a long, well-deserved nap. A man is allowed that much luxury, isn't he?
But he sees the cook sprawled in the hallway, a heap of black-clad limbs and awkward angles. Sees the cook's head whip to the side suddenly, his eyes going wide, white. Zoro frowns. The cook's hand braced against the wall, the topography of his bones straining beneath his skin—no, that's not relief.
Then comes an ominous creaking Zoro can feel deep in his gut, and he looks down to see the wooden floors of the dojo splintering, the planks surging upwards to offer their fingers of jagged wood.
The dojo walls are dissolving in bursts of sea spray. He whirls around, salt thick on his tongue, just in time to see Koshiro and his younger self flicker out of existence. And then he's falling backwards, the floor suddenly rain-slick beneath his feet—there's the flapping of canvas sails in the wind, frantic voices somewhere beyond the curtain of rain.
He falls for much longer than is comprehensible, whirling about until he can no longer tell up from down. When his back finally collides with something solid, it all goes—
Sanji remembers this scene. He can almost taste the old leather of Zeff's boot in his mouth, between his teeth. Sea salt too, from the waves sweeping the deck. The rain had tasted mild despite its driven frenzy. He remembers. It was almost sweet.
There's a moment of hard sunshine and a light sea breeze, familiar and inviting, before the world stutters and twists, inverts itself in a sickening lurch.
Then Zoro sputters. Or he feels like he should.
Rain is coming down in relentless sheets again, falling from a sky angry and black, but the drops are not pelting him as they should; instead, he feels nothing, no cold, no wetness on his skin, and it's such a disconnect that it takes him a moment to place himself again. A jagged strike of lightning suddenly floods his vision with white, and for one brief second he can see the violent, churning sea on all sides, the crash of waves and thunder loud enough to make him flinch.
He can just make out the cook standing with his back to him, suit still perfectly dry and pressed despite the winds and rain whipping about. Then the cook moves, bolting forward into the dark, and Zoro doesn't think, only follows instinctively.
"Oi!" Zoro shouts after him, but it's no use; he can barely hear himself over the storm. He follows the cook to the very edge of the island, where it's a sheer drop down to the water. He looks around him again when the next bolt of lightning strikes and he sees the island is hardly bigger the Thousand Sunny. Nothing but desolate land and rocks. No sign of life but the two of them, and they hardly count. The thunder is a rattle in his throat, makes his hands go numb.
Then he sees it, a gigantic, white-tipped wave on the horizon coming towards them fast, growing big enough to dwarf the island completely. The cook sees it too, is watching it approach, his posture tight with anticipation, or maybe dread. Zoro stands next to him, because might as well meet this madness head on, carelessly confident that the two of them together could take on the sea.
The moment of impact comes and passes and he doesn't feel it. The wave is still surging over them, and though it looks like he's submerged, he feels currents of air instead of ocean—surprisingly gentle despite the roaring in his ears, detached, like an afterthought against his skin, through his hair. Gigantic pieces of wreckage are swirling past at enormous speeds; he doesn't even have time to recoil when the remains of what used to be a foremast go right through his head.
Then the water is receding as rapidly as it came, as if someone on the horizon were drinking it all in one huge swallow, like it were rum instead of brine. The heavy, lightning-charged clouds furling away like sails, the sun wheeling across the sky in fast-forward. When Zoro looks down again, he sees that the ground is already dry and cracked and the sea is a vast, blue sheen. It's like a different world entirely, though he feels the same—out of place. How long had he been standing there gaping at the sky?
He realizes the cook is not next to him anymore.
There. He turns to find the cook propped up against a large boulder. Except—no, that can't be the cook, because this is a small child, wearing white not black, with hair the same blond though it's matted and tangled in a way the cook would never allow. Sitting next to him is a man, but that's not the cook either. This man has a different build, is broader in the shoulders, wider in the jaw, and taller, older. It takes Zoro a moment to recognize him as the one who had kicked the cook through their table at the Baratie the first time they met. Except this man doesn't have a wooden leg; this man is whole, albeit haggard and worn.
So this is how it's going to be.
"Yo," Zoro calls, one hand raised in greeting.
No response, but then again he wasn't expecting one. He sweeps his gaze around the island—the rock, really—once more but the cook is nowhere to be found. He tells himself not to be scared, and it's easy because he's never scared. Tells himself not to worry, and that's easy too, because the cook's proven he can take care of himself, that he knows how to handle things.
"Guess I'm stuck with you guys for now," he says, trying for nonchalance.
He thinks he hears a seagull, but it's just his imagination. Everything is quiet now, dead-still.
There was an old man in a little boat, and as far as men and boats went, the two were unremarkable.
Luffy entertained for a while the possibility of the old man being a sea monkey in disguise, because that would be interesting and exciting. He always thought sea monkeys would make good pets, despite their tsunami-inducing tendencies, and this one came with its own boat. He was sure even Nami would agree it was a good bargain.
But this man wasn't a sea monkey, which Chopper, or anyone else on the crew who was not Luffy, could have told you.
What they probably couldn't have told you though, except perhaps for Robin if she was looking close enough, was that this man was a god.
God did exist. Gods. Many of them, in fact, even if Zoro didn't believe in them or need them. Not all of them were from outer space, like the one you've encountered, and not all of them live in the sky above the clouds. Some of them answered prayers, but most didn't bother. They were not so fascinating, truthfully, when compared to the other marvels one might find in the Grand Line. But they did exist, here and there, in the nooks and crannies of the world, and in all kinds of forms.
So, yes. This man was a god. Don't be so surprised.
The cook is nowhere to be found, so instead Zoro watches Sanji (because the kid is Sanji, has not yet grown up to be the insufferable bastard he calls "idiot" and "asshole" and "cook"). Sanji takes his rations and sits facing west, where the setting sun is a deep orange disc sinking into the horizon. The connection is not lost on Zoro; it's the same scene, even with an expanse of ocean between here and Shimotsuki. Maybe this is how all tragedies start. If he concentrates, he can conjure up a strain of distant cicada song. Music for waiting.
He doesn't have to wait long, because suddenly Sanji is sobbing, and he sounds so young and vulnerable that Zoro feels like he's trespassing on something secret. The cook has never, ever sounded like that, in all the time that Zoro's known him, but this Sanji is a child, and that's what children do—they cry. In times such as this, they cry for what they know, for what's familiar and comforting yet far away.
He wonders if it says something about them, that while other children cry for their mothers, the two of them cry for things that can easily crush them—for a rival, for the sea.
He senses a flare of something dark and dangerous from the other side of the island. Feels like despair. He wills himself there in an instant and he sees the cook standing behind Zeff, fists clenched at his sides—a worrying sign if ever there were one. Zeff is holding a large, jagged rock above his head, and at first glance Zoro thinks he's frozen in time, but then he sees the almost imperceptible movements, like Zeff is a picture that won't stop flickering. Zoro looks out to the ocean and notices that the waves are the same way, flickering like a shaky image, imperfectly still.
"Cook," Zoro says quietly, drawing close.
No answer. The cook is too focused on rewinding this half-second over and over, trying to keep the inevitable at bay. Zoro sets his jaw, grabs the cook by his collar and jerks him away from Zeff. The cook's feet make no sound dragging across the barren ground.
And even as Zoro shakes him, the cook says nothing, and Zoro realizes that he is holding his breath, lips sealed shut, chest rigid like a wall, ribs locked.
"You know we're not going to get anywhere like this." Zoro tries to keep his voice calm and even. Tries not to shout; it would be too jarring in this stuttering hush.
The cook shakes his head, doesn't look at Zoro, doesn't breathe. Head bowed, fists pressed against Zoro's shoulders, half to push him away, half to steady himself.
"Cook," Zoro says. "We don't have all day."
"There's no—" And the cook's voice cracks, like a fissure opening up in the earth, like the Red Line splitting in two. "There's no food in his bag. He gave all of it to me."
There's a brief rushing sound as one second, two, slip by. The cook inhales sharply, horrified, and immediately clamps his mouth shut again, hunches his shoulders. Zoro glances behind them and sees that the rock in Zeff's hands is now hovering just inches above his leg.
And suddenly Zoro realizes what Zeff is going to do, how both he and Sanji survived their time on the rock. There's a brief jolt of shock, but that's immediately smoothed over by a solemn, bitter acceptance because Zoro understands. The cook must understand, too.
Because Zoro knows neither of them would hesitate to destroy themselves, rip their own bodies apart piece by piece if it meant life for another, or for a dream. No one would be able to stop them, even if anyone dared. So he knows they can't stop Zeff, and he knows he would do the same in Zeff's place. He knows the cook would do the same. It isn't a boast, it's just simple fact, like the history that Robin deciphers and the storms that Nami predicts. Like Luffy becoming the Pirate King, like Usopp being brave, like Chopper and Franky being as human as any of them.
But when it's someone else's sacrifice for their sake, then that's something like blasphemy, the antithesis of everything they strive for (reminds them invincibility is tenuous like a ship in the Calm Belt), impossible to swallow because it's like acid burning down your throat.
That's why they don't get along, the cook and Zeff, the cook and himself, because they occupy the same small places meant only for one. They are too similar, love too much in the same way—aggressively, clumsily, like a challenge, chin raised in defiance, I dare you to push me away, I dare you to doubt me. They're too close, breathing the same thin air. They have too much to give, and give, and give, but no need of any of it from each other. Besides, you don't cut yourself open for monsters; you fight them, even the ones you call nakama. You fight and you stay close. You don't get along.
But on the other side of the island, there is only a boy, not a monster, not yet, and Zeff's sacrifice is for him. You cut yourself open for the innocent.
"Don't watch, then." Zoro puts himself squarely between the cook and Zeff. He reaches up, turns the cook's face up to him, palm over the erratic pulse in the cook's neck, thumbs pressing hard into the cook's cheekbones. "But he's going to do it."
"He has a dream. Same as mine. He deserves—he deserved—"
"So do you."
Here, now, the cook is Sanji again, looking young and miserable, but he's vicious too, and yes, monstrous, thirsting for his own blood if it means he will succeed in this. Sanji glares at him as he tries to staunch the flow of time like blood from a wound, and Zoro thinks Sanji might shake himself all to pieces with how hard he's trembling.
"Don't," Sanji grounds out between his teeth, and his voice sounds thin and strained and fierce. "Leave me alone."
"No," Zoro says. Doesn't mention how Sanji's nails are digging into his arms, drawing first blood. "I can stand here forever if I need to."
He thinks Sanji's taken him up on the challenge, because Sanji would, the stupid bastard, and they do stand there for a long, long time, Sanji snarling at him, face flushed red from the exertion of holding the world still. Stubborn.
But Zoro is expecting that. Zoro knows he couldn't ask someone as neurotically and infuriatingly selfless as Sanji to choose himself over another, even if "himself" is a small, terrified child alone and hungry. Sanji has no taste for mercy or compassion when it's turned inward, picky in a way he never is with food. Zoro knows. So Zoro is prepared to choose for him.
And it's easy, to choose Sanji.
"I'm just returning the favor, you know," Zoro says, and Sanji narrows his eyes at him, irises sharp and blue and hard, lips a thin, uncompromising line. Zoro just shrugs, fingers still splayed over the nape of Sanji's neck, Sanji's pulse pounding like war drums under his palm.
Sanji opens his mouth, probably to growl an insult or maybe an eloquent fuck off, but Zoro interrupts him by knocking their heads together, hard enough to rattle his brain in his skull. Sanji's eyes go all blurry and unfocused, his jaw going slack, and he sways just a bit on his feet. Zoro almost feels smug as Sanji inhales reflexively, short and faltering—but then from behind Zoro, there is a wet thud, dull crunch. A low, strangled cry, almost a whine, but Zeff wouldn't allow himself such an indulgence.
Zoro swallows with difficultly, letting the sound of the waves rush back in to fill the pockets of dead space, moving to make sure Sanji can't see Zeff behind him. Returning the favor, he wills Sanji to understand. Sanji is staring at him now, expression caught between horror and disbelief, colored with betrayal. His hands slowly relax so that they are no longer fists, and that's warning enough. Zoro waits grimly for the fallout.
It comes in the form of a single kick to his solar plexus, pinpoint accurate, and Zoro can actually feel it messing him up inside, which means Sanji has rocketed straight to homicidal rage. And suddenly Zoro is furious, even as he fights the urge to wheeze like an old man. How dare the cook be angry with him? How could anyone have the audacity to be so fucking stupid? You think I'd stand by and let you torture yourself over this? I'll put you out of your fucking misery myself.
Sanji—no, the cook—spits out the blood that's welled up in his mouth from where he had bit down on his tongue. He starts to say something, mouth a bright, explicit red, but Zoro cuts him off.
"No, you listen to me, you ungrateful son of a—"
He's ready to snap the cook in two with his bare hands, knows the cook is ready to do the same, but the next hit never comes. Instead, the cook doubles over and retches, painful, choking heaves. Blood spots the ground, dark. The cook clutches at his chest. Acid burning.
The anger leaves him in a cold rush and Zoro lowers his arms, has to turn his head away to the dimming horizon.
"I just wanted to—"
"I know."
"Couldn't watch him do it. I know he does, but it's different, when you're faced with it. When you know it's happening as it happens, and you're right there, and you can't—"
"I get it. Remember?"
"It's over now. Leave it."
But it doesn't get easier after that.
He discovers he can't bend time to his will anymore, can't cycle through the days and nights like he expected, hoped. But surely the test was to allow Zeff's sacrifice, to accept it, understand all that it meant, be thankful for it, give himself up to the gratitude, let it blister his soul, and then, finally, forgive himself. It took him ten years to do it last time, but he could do it again. Without Zoro head-butting him, thank you very much.
Surely they could fast-forward to the end now. The healing comes afterwards; there's nothing else to see here on this fucking rock. It's not a rare or remarkable thing, after all, for a boy to starve.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep drag on his cigarette. Imagines time as a heavy rope, frayed and salt-crusted, attached to an achieved future-past he's already lived and is trying again to reach. Imagines himself pulling, feet firmly planted, weight thrown back, but the rope doesn't budge no matter how much he strains, the days and months heavy and coarse in his hands. He hefts the rope, considers its mass—that's eighty-five days right there, all twisted together, and it feels impossibly long, enough to wrap the circumference of the world. That's more than two thousand hours, more than a hundred thousand minutes, more than—
He hears Zoro call for him, and he opens his eyes to see Zoro pointing at his feet. He looks down and almost falls over himself in his panic.
His feet have sunk into the ground without him noticing, concentrated as he was on trying to pull time forward. When he tries to move, he only sinks deeper. Like quicksand, he thinks and then terror seizes him and wipes his mind of everything but old nightmares of being trapped inside earth forever and no, no, he would kill himself first, he would—
"Stop it," Zoro grumbles, grabs him and hauls him up and out effortlessly. Sets him on his feet again, above ground. "Stop flailing, you idiot. You're fine."
He's not fine. He's not. He is. He breathes. Fine. Fine.
"Can't do it," he croaks. "We're stuck." Bad choice of words. He pushes down the panic threatening to rise again. "I mean, we're here. Going to be here for a while."
Zoro gives him a look that implies he is probably not understanding the gravity of the situation. Or maybe Zoro does, but he knows they're going to be ok anyway. And they will be, but. It's a long time to wait.
"Sorry," Sanji offers. "Sorry." And then he goes away.
Zoro stays on the island, even if the cook won't and can't bring himself to. Zoro sees him out there sometimes, walking on the water, his cigarette smoke an off-white smudge against the sky. The cook doesn't come back until after the sun has set, and he stays only to spend the night with Zeff, to keep him company in the darkest hours. Then he's gone again, come dawn.
"What's out there?" Zoro had asked him after his third return.
It's a different kind of test, this one. It's endurance, and already Zoro is exhausted.
He's exhausted and he's not even doing anything, can't do anything. But fatigue begins to creep up on him anyway as he watches nine-year-old Sanji day after excruciating day. His head and arms and legs feel like they're made of rusted metal. Still, it's better than waving his hands futilely through the world like he's so much nothing. That hurts, in a twisting kind of way, so he tries to just keep still, sit on his hands, wait it out.
He's not very good at doing nothing. Sometimes, he can't help himself.
Like on the third day, when Sanji spent the better half of the afternoon and more strength than he should have dragging over a splintered crow's nest, propping it up to serve as a makeshift shelter against the unforgiving sun and oncoming rain. Zoro had tried to lift the damned thing himself, take it off Sanji's bony, narrow shoulders, growling with frustration and trepidation, but he might as well have been dust for all the good he did.
He lasted longer on the fifth day, though it was harder. He watched, tight-lipped, as a ship passed by in another storm. Watched Sanji yell until his throat was raw and the sodden woodpile refuse to catch fire. He watched Sanji collapse in the rain, slamming his fists into the hard, wet earth. That's what finally did it, the sight of Sanji battering his hands so thoughtlessly. He rose and hunted after the ship, tried to pull it back by its anchor line. He went on board and cursed the sailors over the rumble-crash of thunder. Tried to possess the captain but that failed too, and in a snap he was back on the island with Sanji, whose small form had fallen alarmingly still.
On the twenty-fifth day, when Sanji stared down at his last piece of bread, something dangerously close to pity knotted in Zoro's chest. The bread was moldy all over, disgusting and hardly edible. He wanted to slap it out of Sanji's hands, couldn't bear to see Sanji regard that pathetic morsel like it was precious treasure—like it was a piece of All Blue within his trembling grasp. But when Sanji did drop it, right into the ocean, the sound of utter despair he made stabbed and twisted into Zoro like guilt and then Zoro hated himself.
That day, Sanji stayed perilously close to the edge for a long time, staring into the sunlit water, and Zoro stood by, terrified, waiting to fail to stop him.
("Where'd you go when that wave hit?" he had asked the cook some days—weeks?—earlier. "The first day we were here."
"I jumped in. Couldn't stay. Not here."
Zoro had almost punched him then.)
After the twenty-fifth day, Zoro was ready to rip the sky down. He didn't want there to be any more days after that one.
But there were. There are. There are so many more. And he is watching Sanji starve, fingers pressed to his thin wrist to count the beats of his pulse, waiting.
Zoro needs to keep sane, somehow. He can't meditate because he has to bear witness, has to pay attention and acknowledge what's happening here, especially when the rest of the world isn't. So he takes to talking to Sanji, telling him all the ways he'll become the biggest pain in the ass that Zoro's ever met, trying to fill Sanji's days with something other than emptiness and his own lonely heartbeat. But since Zoro is honest, he will admit that his words only reassure himself because Sanji can't hear them. Sanji can't know what Zoro knows, that he'll get off this godforsaken rock and run full-tilt into Luffy one day and set off to sail the Grand Line in search of All Blue. That he'll grow up to save lives and kingdoms and dreams.
"Something like a hero, I guess," Zoro says grudgingly. "With a hilarious wanted poster. Wait 'til you see it."
And most importantly, that Sanji can be happy again, that this nightmare will end, as all nightmares must.
"You believe me, right?" he asks Sanji, who gives no sign of having heard him, who was already small and is getting smaller, feeding on nothing but hope that crumbles like sand in his mouth.
Even now, Zeff sits straight-backed and formidable, though his leg is a ruined mess and the shadows on his face, before the sun rises, are deep and stark. The pieces of his once-proud ship still rise and fall with the waves below, but there are fewer of them now, and Zeff has gotten better at ignoring them. Only a few times does Sanji see Zeff bring a hand to his stomach, and when he does, Sanji does the same, presses down on his own belly experimentally, tenderly, as if he can't believe his own flesh is still there.
He's not hungry, he tells himself. He's not hungry and he doesn't need to eat. He doesn't feel his stomach devouring itself, the dizziness or the sluggishness or the slow burn in his gut. He should, but he doesn't. And it doesn't hurt to move. When he looks in the water, his eyes are not sunken and his cheeks are not hollow. He still looks like himself. He is not cold.
But the same desperation is there, and it gnaws at him like hunger, makes him anxious and restless. He paces over the water, nine strides and back, nine strides and back. How many days has it been? Has he been keeping count correctly? Maybe it's actually the fiftieth instead of fortieth. Maybe this will be over quicker than he thought. Maybe—oh god, has it really been so long since he's eaten? His body must be lying to him, his reflection must be lying to him. He must be hallucinating. He needs to eat, he has to be starving, there is no way he's not and—
Oh god, Zoro.
Zoro turns around and the cook is there, looking wild-eyed and hunted. He gets to his feet, warily, and waits for the cook to make a move.
The past few days have not been good. The young Sanji spent most of his waking hours muttering to hallucinations under the slanting rays of the sun, eyes glassy and lips chapped. Sometimes Zoro thinks Sanji is talking to him, only to realize that Sanji is staring straight through him at another phantom, one even less real. Sometimes Sanji smiles, mind half-gone, and that's the worst of it all.
"Zoro," the cook says, taking a step forward.
"What? What's wrong with you?"
"I—" The cook pauses and looks confused for a second before purposefully closing the distance. He asks, "Are you hungry?"
It's a question the cook's asked him countless times before, usually in a bored drawl, sometimes screamed irritably at the tail-end of a fight as they are both stalking away from each other, and once in a while called up to him in the crow's nest during night watch. It's not a question that should take Zoro by surprise, but this time it does because the cook's never asked it in this tone before, nervous, voice slightly higher than normal.
"No, I'm not," he says carefully.
The cook stares at him. "You're not?"
"No." He shrugs, gauging the cook's reaction. "Didn't think to be hungry."
And that's true. The only real memory of starvation he has is of the time he was captured by Morgan, awaiting the return of his swords and yes, his next meal. When he counted the days, he was counting down towards (what he perceived to be) a certainty, that he would be freed and would eat again after a month, as promised. So no, he hadn't thought to be hungry, only anticipatory, especially here and now, where he doesn't actually need to eat at all.
"Stop being stupid," says the cook, whose own memory, Zoro realizes now, is of uncertainty and of very real, debilitating hunger, of having to count up instead of down, tallying the days since his rations ran out, with no way of knowing when he'll eat again and if he could wait that long. Each passing day a guarded triumph and a crushing disappointment.
"You should eat when you can. Sorry. Sorry. Hold on, I'll make something."
And the cook turns, as if he actually intends to walk into his kitchen and fire up the stove, start pulling things from a fully-stocked fridge. He gets as far as two steps before he stops, shoulders tensing.
Zoro doesn't know how to defuse the situation, so he tries again, very quietly, "Cook."
"You're hungry." The cook doesn't turn around, his voice tight. "I just—sorry—let me—we should have—"
Zoro steps around him so that they are facing each other again. "I'm not hungry," he repeats. "I don't need to eat now. You don't either."
"Of course you need to eat, Zoro." The cook does not look at him, eyes fixed instead on some spot in the distance. "Just give me a second to think, I'm sure—"
"When we get back, you can make something and we'll eat. With the rest of the crew. But for now, we're fine."
"We're not fine. It's been weeks. Hasn't it? Maybe there's some—"
"No." He puts a hand out to stop the cook from moving away. "There isn't anything. You know that."
At this, the cook's expression hardens and his eyes focus on Zoro. He looks almost pained, but Zoro doesn't care. For days he's had to watch Sanji desperately turn over rocks and dig in the ground until his nails cracked and his hands bled, always coming up empty handed, too exhausted afterwards to even cry. He doesn't want to watch the cook do it now after his younger self.
"Sorry," the cook says, low and hoarse. "Sorry."
"Shut up," Zoro snaps. "We're fine. Trust me, all right?" he insists.
"You're not hungry." Slowly, almost disbelievingly.
"You're not just saying that, Zoro."
"I'm not hungry. Are you?"
The cook doesn't answer right away, looking confused again, holding a hand briefly to his stomach. "No," he says finally.
Zoro nods. "What'd I tell you? We're fine. You should listen to me more. Have another cigarette. Hell, give me one too."
The cook blinks and then gives him a wry, tired smile. Better. A good sign.
Zoro wonders how much longer they have to go.
On the seventieth day, Sanji goes to Zeff with a knife.
Zoro dogs after him and finds the cook already there, watching his younger self stumble close, his eyes critical and merciless. The cook does not look away.
Now, the thump of Zeff's back hitting the ground is almost no sound at all. Zoro watches as realization after horrifying realization washes over Sanji until he is struggling to keep his head above everything—and he is so very small.
Zeff's voice and Sanji's voice, light and soft like sea foam caught in the wind. Insubstantial. Sanji is still a child, not a monster, not yet, but he'll grow. He has to. He's promising, right now, listen. They keep their promises. Zoro finds comfort in that.
"Almost over," the cook says to him over the huddled forms of his past. This time Zoro follows him when he leaves.
You've heard the stories, about the disappearances. Ships have gone missing in the Florian Triangle for centuries: pirate ships and Marine ships and huge bulk carriers gone astray from Water 7 (less of those now, with the Sea Train in service). Hundreds of them over the years, never to be seen or heard from again. It's been happening long before that joker Gekko Moria and his shadow-stealing gang—but I'm getting ahead of myself. You don't know who that is yet, do you?
But you know now who the old man is, though his true form is something infinitely larger, darker, with eyes that glint red through the white mists of his home. The best guess that the Strawhats had, however, was "sea monkey in disguise, definitely." Or maybe just an old man. There were ordinary things on the Grand Line too, though not many of them, admittedly.
But you've heard the stories. You should remember, for your own sake, that all stories are true. (Even—or especially—the ones told by long-nosed sharpshooters. They all come true in time.)
It takes him a while to find the cook, because the cook is lying below the surface of the water. Just lying there, serene, like some creepy specimen in a giant blue-green glass case. Zoro stands over him, arms crossed.
"What are you doing?"
The cook opens his eyes to look at him. "Oh, marimo," he says, as if he were lying in his bunk on the Sunny instead of in the ocean. Which would actually be just as weird, because the cook doesn't have much downtime on the Sunny, and certainly not enough for an afternoon nap like this.
The currents carry away the cook's cigarette smoke before it can break the surface—the smoke swims along like a misshapen ghost fish. The cook shifts with the waves.
"Am not," the cook dismisses. He reaches a hand up, through the surface of the water, and Zoro grabs it and pulls him up. "It's nice under there."
"Yeah?" Zoro unsheathes his katana.
"Stops me from wanting to tear my hair out."
Zoro nods, once. He understands, he supposes. He knows that neither of them has slept for the entire time they've been here. This limbo is enough to drive anyone a little insane. He sighs, puts Wadou between his teeth and beckons.
The cook grins at him. "Unfinished business, eh?"
He grew up on old mariners' songs, sailors' legends, tales of sunken treasures and shipwrecks and mermaids, myths of shimmering, all-encompassing blue—but you can't survive on stories alone.
For all his years at sea, he knows he's still got the devil's luck in his blood, devil's fire in his bones. That's something not even salt can cleanse him of, something not even seawater can douse. It's how he's still alive against such staggering odds. It's how Luffy found him, floating around East Blue. And it's why he'll definitely, definitely find All Blue.
No, it's why All Blue exists at all, that mythical impossible ocean, because it exists for him, because it's possible for him. Him, with his devil's luck and devil's fire, and no less a child of the sea for all that. If for no other reason, All Blue exists for him. That's not presumptuous to say, is it?
During the course of their fight, Sanji's pretty sure the sun's set and risen a few times. He hasn't really been paying attention, caught up instead in the natural rhythm of their violence, unleashed again after being pent up for so long. So maybe they have been fighting for days. He wouldn't be surprised.
Zoro's hair is singed on the left side of his head, and Sanji is bleeding from a cut above his right eye. They're both covered in sweat and blood and dark, ugly bruises. They're panting, spent and exhausted. Satisfied too, that they can at least still damage each other if nothing else. Sanji stumbles a little and his foot sinks into the water, up to his ankle. He looks down and laughs, out of breath but genuinely pleased.
Then Zoro shoves him and he falls in completely, no splash, no flood in his lungs, just a cool feeling, soothing, like a balm. He has to twist away to avoid being kicked in the face when Zoro sits down on the surface, katana sheathed again, feet dangling in the water.
"Someone needs to take a picture of this. Where's Usopp when you need him."
Sanji grins his agreement.
On the rock behind them, dreams are being shared between two broken down souls with a long way to go before they mend. He was one of them, used to be skeletal and frail. Afraid, of course, but even then, he had not been meek. Bones like dry twigs, yes, but all the better to catch fire and blaze in open defiance; skin like thin parchment, on which he could spell out faith and have it seep through to his core; curves of his cheekbones like twin scimitars, his tongue sharp like a knife.
He sees now that the way he cried over Zeff was the same way Zoro cried over Kuina. Simultaneously outraged and hurt, but the despair had to be pushed aside to make room for something else—a promise, gratitude, both binding. Means they have to be strong enough to dream for two and not falter along the way. Means they have to know tenacity, know how to cut steel and burn without ever turning to ash, and how to bleed and break and rebuild taller.
And they do know. They've learned. Sanji's proud of them.
"There's a ship coming," Zoro says. It's the eighty-fifth day.
Sanji comes up to rest his elbows on the water's surface. "I know. Ready to go home, marimo?"
When the god spoke, they could hear him perfectly, even though he was very far below and did not seem to raise his voice at all. He told them his name, but it was too full of sibilants and it slithered out of their memories as soon as they heard it.
He said he had a test. He said he would not allow them to go further without passing this test. He said they had no choice.
Franky laughed. Asked, what's to stop them from just coup de bursting their way through? He was proud of his ship, of me, and rightfully so, but you don't mess with a god on his home turf.
Because suddenly, he was on board, cup of tea in hand, like he had been there all along.
Consider it a toll, if you must, said the god, who looked taller now, less feeble.
Still, Nami bristled. Why should they pay him anything, she demanded, always brave in the face of financial peril, and who was he again, because they had forgotten his name.
Not money, he clarified. He had no use for money. But he was hungry. And if they couldn't pass his test, what hope did they think they had facing what lay beyond? Surely they knew there were dangers waiting for them even greater than old men in little boats. He smiled. It was unpleasant.
So who will it be, the god asked, eyes rheumy and grey, though if you looked carefully you could see a sharpness behind them, like glacier ice that had caught some unfathomable light. If they failed, he would eat them, like he had eaten all the ships and crews who had failed before them.
What, said Usopp. Does no one else have a problem with those terms, he asked, but everyone ignored him.
Three voices rang out at once. I trust you can guess whose.
But devil fruit users were out of the question, because this god drew his power from the sea and her cloaking mists, and he wanted a fair game. Tastier that way. No, he wouldn't take a devil fruit user, especially not one that tasted of rubber.
(Guys, Usopp tried again. Really, could they all show a little more alarm here?)
So Zoro held back a raging Luffy and volunteered himself again, and then Sanji said he was definitely going to get lost and fall on his face so stop trying to act cool, and then the god said, very well.
The two of you, together.
It would be entertaining, he thought.
And then the god waved a hand and Zoro and Sanji disappeared into the fog. There was screaming and yelling for a while, but then the god said quiet and everyone was quiet.
What happened in between that and the moment Zoro and Sanji came back, dropped onto the deck, unconscious but in one piece—that you already know. They passed, of course.
Satisfactory, the god conceded bitterly.
In the end, the god sent us on our way. No one asked any questions; it's as if they were already forgetting the encounter, even as the god waved us a resentful goodbye. A god's magic can do that.
He let me keep my memories, though I suspect it's because he forgot about me. Gods get careless sometimes. Maybe it's old age. Or maybe they don't come across many Klabautermann, or maybe they don't care. I'm not offended.
He was definitely disappointed to see us go. I don't think he comes across many ships made of Adam wood.
I know Zoro and Sanji remember everything, even if they don't acknowledge it, at least not in the way normal people do. They are even more vicious towards each other now, even louder and meaner, because they do know better despite what everyone thinks. They know how much further they can still push. They hit harder because they know the other won't break, know that they have both endured so much more. It would be an insult to hold back. That's the kind of language they speak.
And it was good that we came across the god, because after that test, they were better prepared for what awaited them at Thriller Bark. You'll see.
Just remember you shouldn't worry about them too much. There are not many monsters out there scarier than the ones on my crew.
Standing before Kuma, Zoro is in his place and Sanji understands it as a promise. Zoro will do this because he's given his word, and because he is his own reckless self.
Standing before Kuma, Sanji offers his own life and Zoro understands it as gratitude. Sanji will always pay you back in full, on top of the everything he already gives unasked.
Zoro says, it's my turn to sacrifice.
Sanji says, I promise you too.
So, standing before Kuma, they come to an agreement. Zoro promises to survive, and Sanji will pay him back for every drop of blood he loses.
Zoro slams the hilt of Wadou into Sanji's side. Sanji grips Zoro's arm hard enough to leave bruises.
And they both mean, I understand.
I tried with the Zoro/Sanji. I really, really tried.
The old man that the crew encounters here is the same "mysterious entity" that Lola and her crew encounter. I say it is a god/god-like because I imagine a fearful cult of worship surrounding it-people would make offerings to appease it, kind of like praying for safe passage through the fog. That sort of thing.
I am also going on the assumption that Zoro and Sanji don't know the details of each other's pasts, since no one else was around when Zoro joined Luffy, and Zoro was effectively passed out for the majority of the Baratie arc. Good times!


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Because the future of humanity depends on getting off of this rock eventually.
If they are advanced enough to travel here then they've had their own version of the Kepler telescope for 500 years and have known at the minimum that Earth has liquid water, oxygen, and chlorophyll (I think that can be picked up used spectroscopy). Basically anyone advanced civilization nearby probably has known about Earth as a life-bearning world long before humans came along.
Just a cool thought to counter the idea that we're hidden until someone detects radio.
Not at all. Einstein says nothing about FTL, accept that it's impossible to accelerate across the lightspeed barrier in normal space. There are however numerous ways in which we could conceivably "cheat" even without postulating any fundamentally new physics - from wormholes to Alcubierre warp drives. Of course if Einstein's theories are correct then any such cheating mechanism would inherently double as a time machine with rather serious implications to our concept of causality, but by this point we should all have accepted than "intuitive understanding by humans" is *not* a consideration for the laws of physics.
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