Shadow Keeper Pirates

by RyugaAburame

Money rules all, Tenryuubito rule money. After the natural deaths of the Worst Generation, the Marines cracked down on pirate uprising, all but wiping out aspiring pirates. The pirate life is all but lost. At a point like this, the only thing that can spark the fire of rebellion and revolution is a good book about a rubber man, written by none other than a skeleton with an afro.

33. Meal Time

Over the course of an hour, the rest of the crew began noticing the enticing aroma of food being slowly, expertly, delicately prepared. Arata and Mist had to each take a moment from their work to close their eyes and take deep inhales of every scent spreading through the ship.

Everyone's breaking point came near the end of the hour mark. As the onions finished caramalizing, the burgers cooked to medium rare, the french fries sizzled, they all began making their way to the kitchen with growling stomachs.

Giru could hardly believe what he was smelling. It had been so long since he ate anything that even smelled this good! To hell with dried meat and fruit!

Giru teleported to the kitchen, second only to Arata who's mouth was already drooling at the meal set before them. Ayumi and Mist followed soon after, their faces alight with curiosity and hunger. They too became just as enamored by the mere sight of the meal as Arata was.

Mr. Sin had set the last plate for himself, a much thicker patty than anyone else had, and containing a slightly different aroma. Each burger seemed a different size to correspond with the person meant to eat it, each portion of fries matching. It was almost heavenly, the glistening patties framed by the surrounding ingredients that also had their own glorious sheen.

Mr. Sin looked at the starstruck crew, then down at the table and back again. He then gestured at each of them and their plate before sitting down and starting to eat. Everyone started to jump at their plate, but were instantly stopped when the zombie stomped, causing metal chains to erupt from the wooden floor and wrap the ravenous crew. He then pointed to the sink before letting them go.

The four of them washed their hands then jumped at the table, immediately beginning to eat. Mist and Ayumi's eyes were lit up like fireworks as they chomped down, and Arata... Arata was eating at a high speed. Chewing at the speed of sound. His face was a blur.

Giru took his first bite and couldn't even get through chewing it before his eyes started to sting with tears. So long... it had been so long...

'I know how you feel, dude. I miss human food whenever I'm stuck in a fruit.'

'I... Y-yea. Goddamn, this is... This is good.'

One of Giru's eyes turned red, but it wasn't the brutal shade of crimson like it usually was when Akuma took over. This red was calmer, less bright. Akuma and Giru were sharing mutual control.

Mr. Sin was a damn good chef.