#orangeforecast

There are, at present, three slashes across your chest -- barring, of course, the scar that Mihawk gave you -- and three more at your left hip and one at your cheek. The ones on your chest are the worst of it, deep and still open, most of the bleeding having stopped already. Nearly horizontal, longer than they are deep, just shy of the dip and curve of your collarbones. They'll scar nicely.

It had been some tool with claw-like weapons on his hands, brandishing them and hissing like a fucking cat. More trouble than he was worth.

You took his head from his shoulders and you and kicked it like a ball and you laughed.

That alone made his nakama run.

You're stuck back in the kitchen on the Merry with the navigator. You had lost the most blood out of the five of you in the fight, because you always do.