A/N: I wanted to do something light hearted involving all the strawhats, so I went with a light-hearted daily routine type of story. If you all have any ideas, please give me some!
D is for the strawhats daily routine, when everything is peaceful... To an extent atleast.
Peaceful days on the grand line were extremely rare, but treasured at the same time. You have no choice but to appreciate the calm sea once you've had your fill of wacky grand line weather. But even if it's all calm and quiet in the great blue sea, the merry never has a moment of peace and quiet.
"Oi shitty gomu, how many times have I told you to not sneak meat out? Get over here!!"
The cook's anger filled screams rang clearly through the ship, not garnering much attention except a surprised squawk and the heavy thumping or dress shoes. The commotion continued for a full five minutes before they came to an abrupt stop followed by the familiar sound of barrels being thrown on the deck.
Seems like the hot tempered navigator put a stop to the nonsense. Grumbles about shitty gomus and annoying devil fruit eaters were heard and threats of no dinner were issued out and everything went peaceful again.
A shishishi was heard and the rubbery spring of a certain gomu gomu no rocket later, the rubber captain and sharpshooter huddled near the ship head and went about their hijinks. Stories of the great captain usopp-sama and an excited "Sugoi!!!" echoed throughout and a fishing challenge was issued.
The exasperated groan of the navigator and the love struck "Mellorine!!" that followed was all routine.
The hurried steps of the captain and sniper running around the deck and the shouts of joy and "Catch me if you can" did not seem out of place, and the poorly hidden whispers urging the rubber brat to get the sleeping swordsman that was the first mate to join in their shenanigans repeated like a cycle.
An attempt to wake the swordsman up, rewarded by a threatening glare and a tone that promised violence followed, but a simple utterance of a series of pleads by the strawhatted boy managed to get the reluctant first mate to entertain the two.
The soft murmuring of the waves and the shouts of "Nami-swan, idiots, food is ready!" seemed to frame the day perfectly.
The daily routine of the strawhats during times of peace were rare, but welcome. Considering the nonsense they get into usually, the navigator acknowledged, a soft warm smile making its way on to her face without her knowledge.
And she knew, she wouldn't change it for all the money in the world
I have no idea how to write a peaceful story, but I did my best, takes place after just entering the grand line, so no robin and chopper.