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It was night, the stars and the moon the only thing that enlighted the warm night. The Red Force lay still on the summer island, a random one in the New World jut like many others. Several people snored from too much alcohol intake, laying wherever, on the planks, the tables and just where they had fallen into a dreamless sleep.

Just one man stood straight at the railing, an orange point giving away the smoke that was dangling from his mouth. His grayish hair shimmered silver in the moonlight, as he shook his head lightly. The night watch, that was actually suppossed to be sitting in the crow’s nest, was sleeping just some meters away from him. It wasn’t bothering Benn too much, as he was still very sober and perfectly fine to watch over his crew.

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

There was no scent - nothing that tied the earthly to the rocks and sea, not even a rotting stench to indicate that the body still forced itself onward...             He was no expert on spirits or otherworldly individuals, but as one driven by a certain degree of faith, there was little reason to pass up a serendipitous opportunity for novelty.

                        “Don’t want ya’ ta have to sleep in the streets.”

This kid was well-built, fair-faced and seemed to expose more skin than one ought to in a public setting.. aesthetically, there were few flaws - even those little dots littering the youth’s face were pretty charming.          ... there a vague recognition here - he didn’t keep up with news, nor the Yonkou’s movements, and he rarely even knew the names and faces of his rivals upon the sea....             But as his mind offered nothing else, he couldn’t exactly dwell on it.

  He had already been leading them to a fairly decent looking inn, of which the owner immediately squawked at the sight of the light-haired pirate, tossing a set of keys directly at his head.         The palm not utilized to guard his cheek against assault would wave in supposed thanks as he gestured with a tilt of the head toward the stairs.

                            “... eh?                                           I didn’t say, m’name is Maveric.    What brings ya around here? I come ta this island pretty often, since it’s nostalgic.           This tavern knows me, they’ll give me a room for free, if I don’t trash the place.                               ... ossan? Save that shit for real elders and saints, kid.”                          

❝SANJIIII-SANNN. Quit marvelin’ over the presumed impossible and cook me up somethin’, already! Take a hint, will ya?❞

…I dunno if I should brag on or apologize for my relative right now, tbh.

Gomu Gomu no MEMES ;; Via [ X ] - ROUGH TOUCH - Still accepting!

-7. Your muse grips my muse’s hips. @orewahida

The KING D R E A M S;;

            These conversations - this was ok, wasn’t it? It was a bit like being visited from another sea - right?  A distant ocean, that he could not yet reach..            It was funny, in a way, that he’d always be reaching for that sturdy back, no matter how far he’d come, Ace would always be at least once step ahead, a little further out of reach, a bit bigger, always brighter..

                                          “Na… Aessu.                          - - nothin’, are ya’ gonna eat that?”

A questioning tone - lacking that certainty that the would-be King was renowned for, before the words were quickly enveloped by youthful lips raising to form an all-encompassing display of teeth.      - no, this was how it was supposed to be, after all, the former Commander was his older brother.

     A powerful grip, passion that could even overtake his own - wild eyes nearly devoid of their pupils as a sharp exhale emptied his lungs of their contents. He would be held fast, having no defensive capabilities in stock for this particular individual, he would have to wait and see…           - - Had the freckled elder taken note of his hesitation?    Was it anger, that would be sub sequentially directed his way for his weakness?              It was a familiar hold, and without pain to redirect the boy’s instincts..                  “N-Nanda, nanda?          Aessu, what is it? I already ate my share, so ya’ can;t have my food!                  That feels kinda weird - it’s.. like a tickle but not!”                                                       

| |And I’ll fight - and 💀 win - and fight| |

       Chained to fate - at the very least, this pirate still had a ways to go, even if he was an idiot who took everyone at face value - an older sibling... it was familiar, always familiar, to be around the elder young man.          It had been close, back then - sent to take care of something that could have potentially been a threat - a spirit whose chain of fate had been far too close to incinerating a hole in the very fabric of their being, the Shinigami Daiko had managed to assist the fallen Commander - and find out that he really couldn’t stand fish cooked over a fire. Maybe he had delicate sensibilities or something, but he’d rather just eat a whole tubfull of rice.                      “OI, ACE!” Regardless of how many people slowly backed away, shielding their children’s eyes from the image of a crazy youth shouting in a random direction... a direction that happened to be completely devoid of life, his tetchy tone could carry across countries.                     “IF YOU LEAVE ME WITH THE DAMN BILL, I’M GOING TO THROW YOU INTO THE OCEAN AND JUST /LAUGH/.”

食い殺す| |  There were times when even those tasked to uphold the peace within the entire town weren’t enough to maintain discipline within Namimori - the Disciplinary Committee had apt connections with even the law enforcement,  and at this time, their leader had been told of an atrocity.             A delinquent who refused to pay his bills at eating establishments. A man who refused to wear a shirt - despite school restaurant regulations.