A large fish-shaped ship, the Baratie, floats on the open sea. A speech bubble declares, “HEY, YOU DAMN GEEZER.” Inside the restaurant, head chef Zeff, an older man with a long braided beard and chef’s hat, glares angrily while speaking: “YOU CAUSE TOO MUCH TROUBLE WITH THE GUESTS, AND IF THEY HAPPEN TO BE FEMALE, YOU DROOL ALL OVER THEM. SO JUST WHAT DO YOU MEAN EXACTLY WHEN YOU SAY THAT I’M NOT NEEDED!I” Sanji, the blond sous-chef with a cigarette, retorts sharply, “I’M THE ASSISTANT HEAD CHEF OF THIS PLACE.” In the dining area, Zeff continues, “AND AS YOU PROBABLY KNOW, NONE OF THE OTHER COOKS WANT YOU HERE AS WELL. SO WHETHER IT BE A PIRATE OR SOMETHING ELSE, IT’S JUST BETTER FOR YOU TO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SHOP. YOU ALSO CAN’T COOK A DECENT MEAL TO SAVE YOUR LIFE. YOU’RE JUST UNNECESSARY BAGGAGE, HOLDING THIS RESTAURANT DOWN.” Patrons and staff watch the confrontation.