Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece in any way.
Bink's Sake has always been Brook's favourite song. As the tune lightly dances across the empty, foggy sea, Brook hummed along all the while eliciting the tune from his beloved violin. Yohohoho, he thought, as he sing out aloud for all the world to hear. There may not be audiences but the chorus is a must to sing, Brook thought.
"Yohohoho~ Yohohoho!"
Thus it echoes. As though acknowledging the musician, the ghost ship creaks eerily. What's left of the sails fluttered in the wind. Soft laps of the waves can be heard guiding the ship onwards. Where to? Where, indeed. A navigator would know but alas, only bones are left as to be a testament of the poor chap that ever cruised the seas.
You see, Grand Line is a fine piece of work. Sea monsters roamed the seas, impossible weathers are possible here, and direction? Nay, for you need a Log Pose to tell the navigator that. It is simply inconceivable to think that anyone would sail in these treacherous waters. However, that is for the normal folks to think and the pirates to relish. And it is in this Grand Line, did the Rumbar Pirates sailed and forfeited their lives.
Sweet memories flooded by and soon, tears trickled down. The times where he would jam together with his nakamas were fun. Even more so when little Laboon insisted with cute squeals that they play Bink's Sake. Heck, even Yorki the Captain would join in and rum would follow soon after. The Rumbar Pirates are a fun bunch, no doubt about that. They were the best family he could ask for. Fights were won and fought, seas were crossed and lived. Together, they see many wonders known only to the brave sailors who dared venture to these seas.
Alas, no pirates could foresee the string of events that are soon to follow. Brook lamented their misfortune. If only they did not land on that island, they would not contract that disease. Their merry band will not be split into two. At the very least, they could have win against those conniving, poison-using bastards. Everyone would have survived. He wouldn't need to play solo anymore. He could see Laboon again!
Brook flinched. Yes, of course! Laboon!
He might have lost his nakamas, but one remains. Brook intends to see his promise through. Is that not why he kept his afro in tip-top shape? Does he not believe that at the end of Grand Line, the baby whale they named is waiting for their return? Brook promised… And pirates keep their promises.
A firm resolution now found, Brook has another dilemma to attend to.
He looked down at his feet, and saw no shadow.
Brook clicked his teeth. No shadow, no stepping out of this dreary Florian Triangle for the remaining bony life of his. Even long before the shadow of his was stolen, he tried manhandling the ship away from this accursed place. However, aged long even before his absence in the world of living, the rudder no longer works. Fixing it is out of the question for a devil fruit user, even more so of a swordsman gone musician.
Sigh.
Brook sipped from his teacup. He leaned over the railings and looked forlornly at the horizon. The only method left, is to first deal with his shadow. To do that, he must first defeat the samurai which swordsmanship is so good, Brook could only defend against him.
Brook sighed again.
Unable to come up with a better solution, Brook hummed his favourite song. Yohohoho, it goes. The silent breeze carried his whimsical humming and soon, reached the ears of a certain strawhat captain.
A new chapter will soon unfold for our skeleton musician.
PS: I noticed not many stories on our musician. So here's one. Enjoy. This is my second fanfic. Hope you guys will review and let me think how I did.
