About: The StrawHat Crew just can't shrug off their adorable Doctor's depression, and they swiftly find out that, if Chopper wasn't happy, no one was happy. A story of friendship, learning, and comfort.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story written in perfect, 100-word drabbles. I shall be attempting to post in this at least once a week, though I may post more than once, just for kicks. Reviews are welcome, as are suggestions and ideas!
Disclaimer: I have no claim to this beautiful world of pirates... only guilty of stirring up the waters a little.
The Melancholy of Tony Tony Chopper
The Thousand Sunny swayed under a guileless sky, sails slack and wind non-existent. The pleasant expression on the lion-faced figurehead gave away none of the oddly downtrodden atmosphere that smothered the deck, nor did it show any sign of the fair-sized hole tearing a ragged wound on its port side.
The last brush with Smoker and the G5 Marines was more on the violent side, despite the odd, on again-off again relationship the pirates seemed to share with them. The wounds hadn't been too severe, and Franky was already working on the ship...
But Chopper knew it was his fault.
Word Count: 100
Muse Source: Alice is Dead- Hania
"Magic potions, grinning fur.
It's all, a blur. It's all, a blur."