AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey I know it's way too short of a chapter after not updating for months, but hey, I tried my best. I just couldn't wait to get started with the plot already. A lot of thing's happened, but I'm gonna start updating again. As if people are actually reading.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The crew's take on the new pirates and Brook's feelings.


HALF PIECE TWICE

soul king


Hanauta no Brook or as the world knows him; Soul King. Though the oldest in the crew, he is not necessarily the one with the most experience as a pirate. However, as far as observation goes, he's the one who takes a hobby from it the most. Being completely alone in the vast nothingness of the dark sea of Florian Triangle for a time such as 50 years, observing even the tiniest of things has been something to help him forget time. Even the solace that he was in, he observes.

Brook knew, so he did, what troubled Franky. He could easily tell by the way the shipwright held the wanted posters. So he studied as well, his crew who started to gather. As he saw them walk closer into a circle, somehow, memories flew pass Brook in an instant. As if briefly replaying, reminding him of the events that led to the changes he now witnessed happen to each and everyone of them. And just like that, the memories that flooded him sent Brook a shiver down his spine. Literally. As if he was alive in flesh, and that fact alone made it even more real to him.

Brook saw Franky start to speak, however honestly, he could not concentrate well on his speech. Although he already knew what the shipwright was on about, from the look of their master gunner and doctor. Well, pretty much from everyone. Except, of course, his captain. Who currently had a look of joy in his face. Obviously from thrill. Whoever this Revenge was, he was definitely strong. For his captain just said he could not wait to meet him. A remark their navigator did not take positively. Brook smiled to that. Oh how glad he was to be in this ship. What would he do, had this captain lacked heart for wonders. He would probably still be alone and miserable in that dark sea.

Brook stood still and high. As he threw his own comments here and there in the conversation, still, his mind wandered back to his own thoughts. The liveliness of the ship, the life overflowing. He will not let this slip away another time. He clenched on his grip, smiling, if he could. His heart swelled, though he didn't have one. Half of the crew looked more excited than worried about these new pirates. Making Brook feel even more alive than ever. What would he do to protect moments like this?

Brook knew. Meeting Laboon again and fulfilling their promise is just the beginning to an even more wondrous adventure with this crew. So, he would do anything, for the Mugiwara Kaizokudan. Absolutely anything. They were the reason, why for the first time, he was glad and happy to be alive through the curse of a fruit he ate. To be able to do the things he can, it was a weapon Brook will be forever grateful for. And he knew he would find out more about his abilities, grow strong and dependable.

Brook walked to a chest by the bench and took a violin, "Well then, everyone," he readied to play as the rest of the crew turned to him in knowing smiles, "shall we sing to that?" and there goes the Strawhat Pirates' another night of bliss.