Zoro stops in his tracks at the sound of the voice coming through the Transponder Snail.

[I miss you. When are you coming home?]

His wife's low, complaining tone echoing through the mouth of the snail in his palm tickles his ears. Zoro pauses for a moment and looks around at the lush, towering trees. It was supposed to be a straight path just a moment ago, but he is now in the middle of a deep forest with no sense of direction.

The corners of his mouth turn up slightly. A low, short chuckle escapes him and travels through the snail's shell. He only thinks about wanting to appear before her right now to meet her expectations.

He rests his hand on the hilt of a sword at his waist and speaks.

...I'm coming now, then. Being lost isn't a problem if I just cut down every tree in my way.

He isn't lying. If he doesn't know the direction, he'll just cut through everything blocking him and walk in a straight line. To Zoro, that is the most efficient and obvious solution.

[What are you talking about?! Where are you? I'll come pick you up.]

He has nothing to say to that. If he knew where he was, he would have reached his destination long ago.

I'm doing this because I don't know where I am, aren't I?