Notes: I really, really don't know. I've renewed my obsession with One Piece and all these drabbles, pointless drabbles, keep coming out.
Spoilers: If you haven't made it past the Alabasta arc, spoilers. Otherwise, virtually none.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in any fanfiction I write, nor their descriptions or original universes unless I state otherwise. ONE PIECE and its characters are owned by EIICHIRO ODA.
It was their own little world. The swaying was something that was dealt with in stride, in time showing no outward signs.
The breeze lingered with a scent only certain people would enjoy, a faint taste few could put up with, and fewer could detect. It was silent, still moments that seemed to go fast and rowdiness was what crawled by slowly. When it was dark, it was dark, light was a commodity, oil needing to be preserved for as long as possible.
Faint mumblings and snores were a regular occurrence, smiles weren't rare, but widespread, hard to coax out of few. Food was excellent, there was no need to worry about scurvy with a beyond excellent doctor on board. He was on the short side, though it was only a first timer's assumption, and he got the job done every time.
A lovely navigator made sure to keep order among the idiots, keeping them on track so they wouldn't become lost.
A swordsmen lazed around, frequently tripped over by those absentminded. He got the job done though, whether it was forced menial jobs or protective defending.
An archeologist not yet finding her niche, yet well on her way.
The raven haired glue that held them all together was a goofball that was the captain and a pirate king prospect with a good chance. He was 'best friends' with the sharpshooter that was a good shot, excellent really, the ships 'gunman' and resident easily scared liar.
Newer additions that were still feeling their way, a skeleton musician and a shipwright with a perverted heart of gold.
This was the future Pirate Kings family, and forever and always crew members.