34๏น senderย isย foundย byย receiverย somewhereย theyย shouldnโtย be . - for Penguin!
from: ๐๐๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐ต๐ฝ๐ฌ๐น๐ฉ๐จ๐ณ ๐ท๐น๐ถ๐ด๐ท๐ป๐บ .
[ I'm so sorry Sabo oh god- ]
Maintenance day meant docking at the nearest port. It ALSO meant laundry day, restock day, explore-the-island-dayโฆ Penguin whistled to himself as he walked through the halls of the Tang, his laundry basket of clean uniforms and other clothes ready to be put away. He set it down in the common area; heโd grab Shachiโs and fold it up later, too, when he comes back with them. Old habits die hard, you know? The Tang was empty aside from Umi- who he was almost certain was sleeping after taking the night shift. Canโt blame him, night shifts here are killer.ย
Sighing, he rolled up his sleeves. Maybe he could help Ikkaku out a bit and go do some maintenance on the propellers, make sure that theyโre still working goodโฆ Yeah! Nodding, his steps were casual, loud, echoing against the walls as he made his way into the engine room. As his fingers settled around the handle of the tool chest, something caught his attention. What was thatโฆ Sound? Penguin suddenly stood upright, almost inhumanly still with how he stood, his eyes narrowed beneath the brim of his cap.ย
Someone was in here. He could hear them breathing.ย
His fingers twitched, curling around the edge of a wrench that was sitting on the top of the chest. Slowly, he raised it, his footsteps suddenly oddly silent as he crept around the wall that cut the room in half. Someone was in the Tang that shouldnโt be here; he couldnโt recognize their scent- fire, smoke. Civilian? Marine? Pirate? He wasnโt sure, but he also didnโt care. He didnโt cry out, didnโt make a single sound as he spun around the edge of the wall and grabbed hold of the man, all but throwing him down with a surprising amount of force.
โYou have one minute to explain who the fuck you are before I make your brains part of the Tangโs floor. Fifty nine, fifty eight, fifty seven-โ