They were beautiful. In time and on the notes! It had taken them 2 months, but the Straw-Hat Pirates had finally learnt Bink's Sake. Then he heard it, the high squeal of a sharp note where it didn't belong. Brook turned to look upon his Nakama,
"Who... was that?" His Nakama looked at each other, before again turning to their skeletal musician.
"Umm, Skeleton-bro, wasn't it you? I mean, none of us has an instrument that makes a squeal!" Catching the look on Brooks face, he backtracked "N-not that that squeal wasn't SUPER!!" This just sank Brook more into depression, to know that he made a mistake, and that the mistake was GOOD? That was painful to his heart. Although, he doesn't have a heart. Yohohoho.... no. It wasn't funny. Then he remembered something his friend had said in the past.
"No, is it? Is he really right? Hmm... I WILL CHECK!"
"Brook what are you-?"
"I WILL BE BACK! YOHOHOHO!!" and with that, he left the crew standing under the mast with question marks above their heads.
At dinner later that evening, every member of the crew was accounted for. Apart from one, afroed, skeletal musician, that is.
"Hmm, Brook-san does seem to have disappeared off the face of the earth."
"Yeah, where is the shitty-skeleton? I cook all this food and-" The door opened and everyone looked up. What they saw made Sanji drop his cigarette and Luffy stop eating, their musician was standing there with a broken violin, and no afro.