AN: Been a while, but I'm still on it... as always I enjoy feedback of any kind.
Title: The sacrifices we make
Theme:#13 Sacrifice, Set 3
Claim: Brook
Words: 306
Rating: T
Warnings: None really, a bit angsty maybe.
Brook felt horrible. You would, if you were alone on a ghost ship with the remains of your crew decomposing around you. Well most of them were only skeletons by now but their was still some rotting flesh on some of them. For a short second he was glad he couldn't smell anything but soon retracted that thought when he remembered why he couldn't smell. He was a bloody skeleton and had only a freakish hole in is face where his nose used to be. He had died, of that he was sure, but after that things were hazy. Looking at the state of himself, his crew mates and his ship, he assumed he had been gone for several years. And now he was back. After his friends had sacrificed himself so as to let him make use of his Devil's-Fruit power and find his way back to Laboon. Or was it him who was sacrificing himself. He would never feel again, never taste again, never smell again and... Oh God... would he never hear again? He hardly dared trying but, knowing he couldn't have any vocal-chords anymore, but he concentrated and said the first thing that came to mind
Laboon
He waited. He thought he had heard it but he just couldn't be sure. Was it just the voice in his own head? He tried again:
''LABOON'' he shouted and with satisfaction noticed that he had scared off an albatross.
That was definitely a relief. Ok, he couldn't be this negative. Not he was making the sacrifice. His friends were all prepared to die so as to make sure that their captain would find the tiny wale they had left at reverse mountain and he would honour that sacrifice as best he could. He immediately got to work, he had quite a big ship to navigate.