Title: Breathing Silver
Copyright: One Piece and its characters © Eiichiro Oda. Lyrics © October Project. The only copyright I stake is intellectual. Thank you, drive through.
Notes: Inspired by the LiveJournal OP yaoi drabble community's weekly challenge, issued by lightningsriver; writing about weather. Fog seemed quirky, and the idea of the gang slogging through a foggy wasteland on their way to treasure seemed appealing. I guffaw in the general direction of timeline and continuity. ;
When the soft face of mercy is lost behind a veil
I will stay with eyes open
Stay here with eyes open
To watch over you.
--October Project, A Lonely Voice

Your figure is almost lost to me. Caught on the wind and drowned away in the mist.

You're chatting up a storm ahead of us, so following you isn't that difficult. Unless you suddenly run out of things to say.

I don't like this feeling.

The cook's straggling somewhere behind me, Chopper's sticking close to my left, and Vivi's off somewhere ahead on my right, her dainty cough ratting her out.

I didn't notice it at first, but I've picked up my pace. I guess I'm trying to catch up to you. And I have every right to, being your second in command. There's no reason to bring up the rear with the shit cook.

This fog is too damn dense. It's clinging to my lungs, weighing down each breath. It must be bothering Vivi, because she's still coughing.

Nami comments that the fog is like pea soup. I can almost see you sticking your tongue out to try to taste it.

"You idiot, you can't eat fog..." Nami says flatly.

Yep. That's our Luffy.

Your back becomes clearer as I move closer. I don't care what they think. It's a little easier to breathe now. Maybe the fog's lifting.

End.