A/N: 339 words; might become the shortest of these prompt fills, might not; no warnings today
Day Two: Shachi - Stargazing
The breeze that ran over the small island was unseasonably warm, almost hot to the teens who were camping out. They were spread out around their campfire, each of the four doing their own thing: Penguin was attempting to cook something on the fire, Law was practicing on pebbles a new Devil Fruit maneuver (one allowing him to move things), Bepo was studying a cartography textbook by the firelight, and Shachi…
"Isn't it weird how many stars there are?" he mentioned. He was on his back as he laid on a rock, looking up at the darkness above. While the campfire dampened some of their brilliance, it was still more stars up in the moonless sky than he was used to on Swallow Island.
"It's more than there was in Flevance," Law noted dryly. "You'd hate the night sky in a city."
"Seeing only five stars and the moon is creepy as hell," Penguin replied. He tried to scoop out a bit of stew broth with his little finger to taste it and burned himself, hissing lowly. "Swallow Island had the right amount of stars."
"Nah," Shachi scoffed. "I wanna see what it's like when the fire's out. I bet it looks cool as fuck, stars everywhere but the moon."
"It's just the sky, only different," his captain said.
"Sorry, but it's not," Bepo squeaked. Penguin and Law both glanced at him—he was wringing his paws nervously. "It's the same sky—it's just we're the ones who've changed position. That's one of the main rules of navigation."
"You know that doesn't help us in a submarine," Penguin chided. The three began to go back and forth on their views of the sky, what they thought of it, and truly if it was just as important than the currents or more so. Shachi instead remained on the rock, looking up at the swirls and pinpricks above him, drinking everything in the best he could on that warm little island that was too small to be anyone's home, and smiled.
