On the wrecked deck of the Baratie, Sanji sits casually with one leg raised, facing the armored pirate Pearl. "A COOK'S HANDS ARE HIS LIFE. I CAN'T RISK FIGHTING WITH'EM," Sanji explains. "BUT DON'T WORRY, MY FEET'LL BE MORE THAN ENOUGH TO TAKE YOU DOWN." Pearl, seated inside his massive spiked iron shield, retorts with a mocking grin, "OR IS THAT YOUR POLICYI YOU STRIKE ME AS A RATHER LAZY GUY... HAH! TO BEAT UP ALL O'EM USING ONLY YOUR FEET." In the next panel Pearl leans forward, boasting, "I'VE WON THEM ALL WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A SCRATCH ON ME!" Sanji stands unfazed in the background as Pearl continues, "I'M AFRAID THAT JUST AIN'T HAPPENING! IN THE LAST 61 FIGHTS I'VE BEEN IN, YOU MAY PROTECT YOUR HANDS IN A FIGHT, BUT I FIGHT WHILE PROTECTING MY ENTIRE BODY. YOU TAKE ME DOWNI" Close-up on Pearl's confident face, he points upward and declares, "NOT ONE, SINGLE DROP. I'VE NEVER EVEN LOST A SINGLE DROP OF BLOOD IN ALL THE FIGHTS I'VE BEEN IN."