[... What a meager pile of trash they've collected. In particular, that bent, half-melted ladle earns a pitying glance, Sanji tempted to bury it deeper in the sand as an act of mercy.
Ah well. Every setback just fuels his determination. They only lose if they give up.]
It's fine, we can manage with this shit!
[First things first, they need that base. Once Sanji finally gets started, gathering a mound of sand and packing it down into their base of operations, he discovers that the girl was entirely correct, and his hands are perfect for this kind of grunt work. The problem's in the details. For all the man's exuberance, sand-building is not his calling, and it looks less a rectangular block than a flat... shape. A shape of something.
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Ah well. Every setback just fuels his determination. They only lose if they give up.]
It's fine, we can manage with this shit!
[First things first, they need that base. Once Sanji finally gets started, gathering a mound of sand and packing it down into their base of operations, he discovers that the girl was entirely correct, and his hands are perfect for this kind of grunt work. The problem's in the details. For all the man's exuberance, sand-building is not his calling, and it looks less a rectangular block than a flat... shape. A shape of something.
Something that is not a rectangle.]