"More MEAT!" Luffy yelled loudly, engulfing the rest of the food. The Straw Hat Pirates were having a banquet, full of partying and music. Despite Sanji's warning that this would be the last of their food, Luffy had demanded a feast anyway.
"Coming right up!" Sanji called from the kitchen of the Sunny.
"Hey cook! More booze!" Zoro yelled.
"Get your own!" He growled. The chef came out and placed a large platter of meat on the table. Swooning over, he placed two cakes in the shapes of hearts in front of Nami and Robin. Luffy stretched his rubber arm, and Sanji kicked it away.
"It's for the ladies!" he said scornfully. The rest of the crew laughed, except for Luffy, who pouted as he shoved a large piece of meat into his mouth. The rest of the night included eating, swooning, dancing, more eating, and someone even sang the Sogeking theme song. (Wonder who?)
After they stopped, and the only reason was because they ran out of food, they all returned to there sleeping quarters, leaving the Thousand Sunny silent and deserted, Jolly Roger billowing in the wind. If anyone had been awake, they would have seen an unmarked ship approaching.
"Would now be a good time to obtain the targets?" a young woman's voice asked. The woman reached back and adjusted her light auburn hair that had been tucked into a bun, her emerald green eyes eying her superior nervously.
"Envelope the ship, and make sure they are all sedated before transporting them to the lab." The man's gravelly voice replied. Nodding, the woman walked away, the clacking of high heels slowly fading into the distance.
Suddenly, a pale purple gas leaked around the Sunny. Men in masks hopped onto the ship and sulked into the sleeping quarters. When they came out they where carrying the pirate crew.
"Why did you bring the skeleton? You should have left it on the boat."
"Sir, we did research. In the sleeping quarters, there was a wanted poster that went up more than fifty years ago." The woman explained. "Seeing that the Yomi-Yomi Fruit was found and eaten about the same time, it is quite possible that "Humming Brook" could have been the consumer."
The man looked toward the skeleton, and noticed it's mouth was opening and closing, similar to breathing. He grunted.
"Set course for the labs. And do not report to the Marines. When they discover how brilliant our research is, then we will finally be recognized." He grinned into the fog. "Now we just have to see if they work."