Nekomamushi purred to himself as he quietly strolled around the Moby Dick. Now that night has fallen, it was habitual for Nekomamushi to just wander about. The breeze was gently brushing against his fur and the moon peeked out from the clouds every once in a while as if checking in on the large mink. The moon offered a little bit of light and it was a kind gesture but unnecessary; his feline eyes were already doing a wonderful job for him. Nekomamushi could see the vast ocean laid out beyond the ship railings, the masts of the ship towering high above him, the smooth wooden planks beneath him – oh?
Nekomamushi stopped. A little circle of light was slowly bobbing along the floor, towards him. Was it a firefly? Instinctively, he stepped on it. The light immediately slipped off to the side. Perhaps he missed. He tried to step on it again. The light zipped off again. Another step, another escape. And another. And another. Why won't it stay down? The light bobbed up and down around his foot, almost as if it was taunting the proud mink warrior. This. Little. Shit.
Successfully provoked, Nekomamushi stomped on the light, but it sped off. He gave chase. He chased the light all along the floor, turned the corner, chased it along that floor, towards the stern, back towards the bow – almost lunged off the railings trying to turn 180 degrees in time – and then he scuttled about on all fours around the deck in a complex series of circles and figure-of-eights. If it were daytime, bees would have mistakenly thought that this giant, yellow cat was trying to tell them where the honey equivalent to the One Piece was located. Almost dizzy from spinning around so much, Nekomamushi then saw that the damn thing finally stood still, smack in the center of the deck.
He hunched down, tail swishing left and right violently and sharp pupils focused. He leapt, slamming a fist into the floor. The floorboards splintered and cries of confusion from below were colorfully expressed.
"WHAT THE FU-?!"
"Sorry for the intrusion," Nekomamushi shouted down the hole he just made, "but have you guys seen a light anywhere? Tell that piece of crap to come out here and fight me."
Up in the crow's next, Thatch had one hand firmly clasped over his mouth to prevent from laughing too loudly and the other hand holding a hand mirror. Surrounding him was an intricate setup of more mirrors and a lantern. When he saw Marco approaching to see what the commotion was about, he held up the hand mirror once again and adjusted the other mirrors accordingly. This time, he was going to see if he could focus the light onto Marco's forehead… Just to see if Nekomamushi might actually try to punch that pineapple right in the face. This was the best lookout duty ever.
Suddenly, an angry voice rang out from behind Thatch. "I have been trying to find a goddamn mirror for the past hour and you were the bastard who stole them all?!"
Thatch jumped. "Whoa! Izou! Sorry, I had to borrow your mirror for, uh, art purposes?"
Izou snatched the hand mirror out of Thatch's hand and headed back down. "You're patching up the deck first thing tomorrow morning."
"Wait, what? Me? That's not a one man job, Izou! You see the size of that hole?"
"I don't care. You should have known better than to take my mirrors."
"Arrgh!" Thatch sighed, shoulders slumped down in defeat, but mouth curved slightly in a victorious grin. He snickered to himself as Nekomamushi lumbered off to hunt down the little light, which will never appear again. "Worth it."