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Just a little page torn from Nico Robin's diary, long ago.
A lake of sunlight bathed the deck. The warm light tingles over the sleeping swordsman, under the faded white rail, to cascade over the edge of the ship in a waterfall of honeyed milk.
"Zoro! Let's play!"
Luffy shattered into this peace, jumping onto the swordsman's abdomen. He uses it as a trampoline to bounce a few times for good spirit. The swordsman immediately wakes up choking, and I smile.
"What the! Luffy! You-!"
"Let's play, play, play Sanji said 'NO MORE SNACK' until I burn my last one off. So let's play!"
"I'm not your nanny!"
The navigator sighs as a colorful array of swear words sprayed out from the swordsman's mouth, mostly concerning the cook's parental lineage. (Why the cook's and not Luffy's? I wonder). The sharpshooter walks towards us, his steps dangerously weaving through the doctor's own wobbly steps.
"Is Luffy bored again?"
Sharpshooter frowns, as he puts down his armful of waterproof wooden boards. The doctor follows suit, letting go of a jar of nails, a jar of varnish, and another jar of glue all cautiously balanced on top of each other. The navigator sighs, putting down her book onto the deck table to reach for the map instead.
"It has been weeks since our last island…"
While she searches for a nearby island Luffy might enjoy visiting/wrecking general havoc on (god have mercy on the souls of its inhabitants), the sharpshooter starts to rummage around his overall. All sorts of things fly out to pile in front of the delighted doctor – cards, slingshots, color pencils, nutcrackers…
By now Luffy and the swordsman's squabble had broken into a full-fledged fight. They tumbled and bounced all over the deck, the captain's laughter ringing through the shower of sunlight.
"I'd rather fight than play too, Zoro!"
"Listen to what people say!"
From the safety of the upper deck, the sharpshooter paused in his search, worried.
"Oi, they're gonna break the ship. Shouldn't you stop them?"
"Nami-saaaaaaaaaan! Robin-chaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Here are your refreshments!"
"Thank you, Sanji-kun."
"Sanji! Food! Can I eat now?"
"Go back to fighting kuso-gomu! I'm on it!"
I express my own gratitude as I take a sip of my tropical ice cream sundae. Its dazzling azure absorbs the sunlight, reflecting back a cerulean shimmer against my book.
The sky was cloudless – nothing to bar the glittering sunlight from shattering onto the white deck, nothing to shadow the sunflowers' never-ending gaze towards the sun.
"Go Luffy! Go! Go!"
"Don't encourage him Chopper!"
"You guys are paying for the damage!"
Five sunflowers in full bloom on deck.
Their roots among the white waves
under the blazing sun
in this endless summer.
I wonder if the sun will ever reach into my little crevice.
And whether I'll ever bloom into a sunflower too.
