[001 || Written]

[serving_love]

- Booze
- So much shitty booze
- Wine
- Cornmeal
- Rice
- Meat
- Meat
- Fucking more meat — dammit, Luffy
- Lemons / Limes
- Oranges...
- Nami-san ♡

[The start of what looks like a grocery list abruptly cuts off as 1) Sanji gets...distracted, and 2) he remembers this isn't just scrap paper and other people will see it. Shit. He skips further down the page.]




So...how many of you guys getting ready to set sail actually know what the hell to do once you're out at sea?

And how many of you stocked up properly, fucking hell.

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written

[serving_love]

How much— What, like an exact amount? Depends on the size of the ship, I guess, but. A lot? It's always good to have extra. Just to raise and lower the sails alone...

Who's your co-captain?

...Actually, who are you, for that matter?

[pseudosol]

Miguel. Of Miguel and Tulio. And the rest, of course, but crew generally don't make it into the introduction.

But lots of rope. And food.

[There's a bit of a pause in the writing of the next sentence.]

Anything else?

written

[serving_love]

Oh, you're Miguel.

Yeah, try spare everything. Water, food, sails, nails, pitch, tar, gunpowder—do you have any canons? Oh, and medical supplies, definitely make sure you have those, especially if you don't have a doctor on board. Candles, coal, timber, oil...

Fruit. I know that's food, but seriously. Fruit.

written

[pseudosol]

[Miguel takes a moment to just....stare at that list]

Ah. Is there an official name for the crew member assigned to fetch all the supplies the captain-

[Doesn't want to be bothered with while he looks at the map and giggles]

-is too busy engaged in other, very serious, matters to take care of?

written

[serving_love]

[Miguel is the best, uh...captain, of course!]

Short of getting yourself a cabin boy...

You could just man the hell up and do it yourself. Or divide up duties? That's generally what we do.

[pseudosol]

Cabin boy. I like the sound of it. A good, character building position.

written

[serving_love]

...Sure, let's go with that. I mean, you're not wrong. It can be. Not sure you'll find anyone willing in this town, though.

written

[pseudosol]

There's been a few short people running around. One of them has to be young.

written

[serving_love]

And willing?

written

[pseudosol]

Who wouldn't be for a life of adventure?

written

[serving_love]

With a captain who can't be bothered to get his own shit?

Eh, you can probably find some kid who's got dreams too big to handle and who's dumb enough to hop on any shitty ship to accomplish them.

But if rumors of a kidnapping crop up, I'm pointing fingers at you.

written

[pseudosol]

Against their will? I wouldn't dream of it. Far too much crying and carrying on. Now missing wives, perhaps. But that's a separate matter all together.

written

[serving_love]

Oh please, like hell you'd go kidnapping any ladies around here. I wouldn't let you, for one thing. I'd kick your ass!

written

[pseudosol]

Now it's hardly kidnapping if they come along willingly.

written

[serving_love]

Somehow I doubt that's going to happen.

[Read: It had better not or Sanji will be VERY JEALOUS. :|]

written

[pseudosol]

[There is a pause in writing...as Miguel attempts to flash his baby blues at a journal. That can't see it.

Ah. Yes.]

Don't worry. I'm far more winning in person.

written

[serving_love]

I'll just take your word for it. If you do have any trouble finding some lovely ladies to go with you, though, it's likely because they agreed to come with ME first.

written

[pseudosol]

A challenge, is it?

written

[serving_love]

It'll hardly be a challenge, but if you want to take it as such you go right ahead~

written

[pseudosol]

What is that? That little thing you did at the end there.

[Miguel, the easily distracted]

written

[serving_love]

What — this? ~??

It's a...squiggly line thing. I dunno, I just felt like adding it.

[DRAWS AGAIN.]

~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~

written

[pseudosol]

Ah! A sailor mark, is it?

[/gently adding to memory]

written

[serving_love]

...Sure.

written

[pseudosol]

Well, I like it~

[Poor Tulio. This will soon be written all over their supplies]

My thanks, mysterious sailor.

written

[serving_love]

[lolllll oh dear.]

Yeah, no problem...

[Dammit, this guy is amusing him.]

It's Sanji. By the way. Since you didn't bother to ask before, geez, where the hell are your manners?