3rd Course [Written // For the Spade Pirates and Any Guests on Their Ships]

[redfootzeff]

Since we're going to be stopping for supplies, put in any special requests now while I can get the ingredients for it.

Also, Captain, we need to replace one of the water barrels. It's starting to show signs of rotting, and I'm not going to put anything the crew's gonna drink in it.

Comments

[voice]

[redfootzeff]

[If you could see him, you'd see he's giving the journal and, by extension, you a quizzical look.]

They're a bunch of crazies most days, but I've sailed with worse crews. Why?

[voice]

[serving_love]

Just asking, geez. Wasn't sure you'd be able to keep up with 'em.

[voice]

[redfootzeff]

Oh yeah? And why's that?

[Choose your words carefully, or you're gonna be dodging a peg leg the next time you two are face-to-face.]

[voice]

[serving_love]

'Cause you're old, old man.

[Choose carefully, say what now? Nah, but he does sound more sincere (if somewhat aloof, what, he doesn't care what you do) with his next words.]

Wasn't sure they were really your style anymore.

[voice]

[redfootzeff]

[Yup. There is gonna be a peg leg in your face next time you two meet. Though the concern will ensure that he won't kick you quite as hard as he could.]

I can handle more than you give me credit for. After all, I did manage to keep you in line, didn't I, you damn brat?

[voice]

[serving_love]

Yeah, yeah, I know. Once a pirate, always a pirate. Just used to seeing you in a restaurant, not ransacking shitty Navy balls and crap.

[voice]

[redfootzeff]

Who the hell told you that I was at the damn ball? I might still be pirating, but I'm not stupid. I was making sure the ship was ready for a fast escape when things turned ugly.

[voice]

[serving_love]

Tch, Luffy was there, of course we heard about it. I was gonna go...

[Not, you know, that he thought maybe he'd bump into you or something. Or was hoping to. Nope.]

But the shitty idiot swordsman over here got all fucked up right before and I ended up sticking around.

[voice]

[redfootzeff]

[Aww...Do you miss your pirate dad? Because Zeff doesn't miss you. Nope. Not at all.]

So you ended up babysitting.

[voice]

[serving_love]

Yeah, pretty much. He took a poisoned spear through the shoulder like the dumbass he is.

[voice]

[redfootzeff]

[Snort.]

What island had the friendly natives?

[voice]

[serving_love]

Mali-something or other. Hini or some shit. Malihini? There wasn't much else there.

[voice]

[redfootzeff]

[He rolls his eyes a little but, well, their job lies in the galley, not navigation. Understandable that Sanji wouldn't have made a point to memorize the location.]

I'll make sure to keep an eye out the next time we go somewhere that sounds like that.