The large, hulking, ligneous ship, called the Thousand Sunny, rocked and tumbled on crystal, dark blue waves, expanding and contracting as if breathing with every gentle lul of the ocean. The captain rests with his hat sunk on his brow, locked fingers forming a hammock for his squid-ink black hair to nestle upon as he draws in deep, restful breaths in the hot shade from the night sky. The acquaintance and bulky Fishman, Jinbei sauntered up to the Captain to check in on him.
"Luffy-kun. Are you ok? You seem tired." Luffy replied in the way he always does.
"Huuuh? I don't feel tir-" Suddenly, the Cyborg Franky but in the conversation.
"YAAOUUW! I'm feelin' SUUUPER this week! Thanks for asking!" Franky was a Cyborg, with his attacks mirroring that of the Navy's Human Weapon. He, for some reason, though the word "Pervert" was a good thing, so the Strawhat Pirates never said that word in front of him.
"Actually, I asked Luffy-Kun.." Jinbei said sheepishly. In the distance, a "gloomy" woman giggled at the remarks made. She was slim, elegant and eerie, with hair as black as the night, holding up her sunglasses that stood out amongst the rest of her hair.
"Zoro;" she whispered.
"What."
"Could you ask Sanji what is going to be made later?" She asked, with a knowing smile. Sanji and Zoro have never truly been on good terms, so this was an evil plan made by Robin and Nami, to see what will happen. They were different in every regard. Sanji had sand-coloured hair whilst Zoro had seaweed-coloured hair. His eye was scared from training 2 years prior, whilst Sanji liked to cover his eye with his hair, so his Curly Eyebrow could stand out
"No. Do it yourself;" he said, before falling asleep with his swords unguarded.
"Tres Fleur!" The Demon waited for a moment, "Grab! Robin stole his swords!
"Robin! Give them to Sanji now." called a fiery-haired woman. She had a symbolic tattoo on her right shoulder; tangerines and a pinwheel. She loved money, to the point that she wore a belt with the 'Berry' symbol. Sunny was rocking slowly, as if she knew Luffy needed sleep. After all; they had been training and fighting for 2 years, almost nonstop. 3 hours later, at 4 in the morning, he woke up with no-one in sight. Where was everyone? As he sprung to his feet, he heard a hum coming from the Lookout Post. He grabbed onto it's smooth side, as to not get a splinter, and pulled himself towards the noise. Soul King Brook was there! Despite being a Skeleton, Brook was a nice person who cared about people and animals. He is also a very talented musician. He had an afro, which he so desperately protected.
"Brook! How are ya?"
"Hello, Luffy-san. It's nice to see that you are not dead. I bet that would suck. Oh wait, I have died. YO-HO-HO!" Laughed Brook and Luffy. In the distance, was a beautiful sun. As it appeared, the glistening moon disappeared into the horizon beyond the ship of hope and dreams and love. In the distance, they could hear the bickering and banter of the ship's Cook and Right-Hand Man.
"They're fighting again?" Luffy asked.
"By the sounds of it, yes. At 4." Brook quietly answered. Luffy hollered down to the fighting pair.
"HEY! It's 4. Stop screaming, some people want to sleep!"