The air was casual on the Sunny, something he had not felt to this degree. Certainly, every ship became comfortable in its own way. His crew included. And it wasn't the carelessness of Bartholomew’s ship either.

But it wasn't the casual nature of the crew that caught his attention but the seriousness of it when the occasions struck. When the seas and skies turned. When the enemies struck. When a devil fruit user was plunged into the murky depths of the ocean…

(Albeit even that… well perhaps he would call it carelessness with how Chopper, or Luffy even, would jump over the edge only for another to jump in after them.)

It was always Zoro. The swordsman. The unofficial first mate. He was the one who would jump in first to save his captain from certain doom.

And everybody else would only smile and watch in silence knowingly.

(Well, aside from that idiotic doctor of the ship who constantly forgot he couldn't swim.)

Law had tried asking around. Nami only asked for money. He wouldn't trust a word Usopp said anyway. Franky only burst into tears and pulled out his ukulele and started blubbering nonsense. Brook had made some idiotic pun about death as he always did. And Robin gave some cryptic message about loyalty and love and friendship.

Sanji, really, was the only one that made any sense:

“You have absolutely no idea what that fucking idiot would sacrifice so that Luffy would live.”