Luffy's SHISHISHI! boomed, unshaken. "Yosh! Cool Cook's gonna save Nami!" Usopp wailed, "HE'S GONNA GET US ALL KILLED FOR A GIRL!" Zoro smirked, pain be damned. "Tch, curly-brow's hopeless." Johnny and Yosaku grinned, "Big brother Sanji's got fire!" Silas shook his head, tattoos smoldering, his mother's voice whispering—"Clear his path, even if it stings." This idiot's love… it's his dream. This crew's a damn family.
Zeff stepped forward, peg leg THUNK! echoing like a war drum, his scowl softening for a fleeting heartbeat. "Get lost, you shitty brat," he growled, voice gruff but warm as a hearth. "Chase that stupid dream of yours." Sanji nodded, eyes glistening, and turned away, shoulders squared, cigarette flaring like a vow.
Silas stepped up, rings glinting like stars in the lantern light. "Let's use my ship," he said, voice steady, practical, cutting through the chaos like a honed blade. "It'll get us to Nami." He led them to the dock, where a modest vessel waited—its hull weathered like a warrior's scars, sails patched but taut as a drawn bow, ropes coiled with meticulous care. She's not flashy, but she's mine, and she'll sail true.
The crew eyed it, unimpressed, their faces a gallery of skepticism. Zoro squinted, leaning on a crate, wincing as his bandages CREAKED! "What a lame boat… looks like driftwood scraped off a reef."
Sanji blew a smoke ring, smirking like a cat toying with prey. "It looks cheap as hell… did you fish it out of a shipwreck?"
Usopp, still trembling, muttered, "Can this thing even float? It's so small, it's practically a dinghy!"
Johnny adjusted his sunglasses, skeptical. "Big brother, this boat's seen better days… like, a decade ago."
Yosaku nodded, scratching his head. "Are we sure this won't sink? Looks like it's held together with spit and hope."
Luffy just bounced, grinning ear to ear, straw hat flopping like a flag of pure joy. "It's a boat! Boats are awesome!" His eyes gleamed with adventure, already picturing the open sea.
Silas's eye twitched, tattoos burning like a chained supernova ready to burst. "SHUT UP, YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS!" he roared, hand slamming on his flintlock pistol with a SLAP! that echoed like a cannon. "DON'T BE SO PICKY! IT'S WHAT I HAVE, AND IT ABSOLUTELY WORKS! SO WHAT IF IT'S CHEAP?! I DON'T WASTE MONEY ON FLASHY NONSENSE!" His voice cracked the air like a whip, diners ducking, HISS!, as chefs cackled from the Baratie's deck. Silas's rings glinted like warning shots, his flashy appearance a stark contrast to his frugal core. These idiots… judging my ship?! She's carried me through storms they'd never survive!
Zoro snorted, wincing as he clutched his side, pride unyielding. "Tch, fancy boy's stingy as hell." Sanji smirked, flicking ash with a flourish. "Cheap gun, cheap ship—matches your cheap taste." Usopp wailed, "DON'T START FIGHTING AGAIN! THIS BOAT'S GONNA CRUMBLE BEFORE WE LEAVE!" Johnny and Yosaku chimed in, grinning, "Yeah, big brother, get a better boat next time!" Luffy laughed, SHISHISHI!, already climbing aboard, stretching his arms to grab a rope, WHOOSH! "This is gonna be fun!"
Silas growled, stomping toward the ship, crimson hair flaring like a battle flag. "KEEP TALKING, AND I'LL SHOOT THE LOT OF YOU!" he bellowed, pointing at the deck, voice sharp as his sabre. "Load the supplies! We're sailing, you ungrateful dogs!" The crew scrambled, hauling crates of food and barrels of water, THUD-THUD!, their complaints a constant hum. Zoro limped aboard, grumbling, "This junk better not sink, or I'll cut you, fancy boy." Sanji carried a sack of flour, muttering, "This galley's smaller than my closet—what kind of cook works in a matchbox?" Usopp tripped over a rope, THWACK!, wailing, "THIS SHIP'S ALREADY TRYING TO KILL ME!" Johnny and Yosaku lugged a barrel, whispering, "Big brother's boat's kinda sad… hope it holds up."
Silas oversaw the chaos, tattoos itching like a forge, barking orders with the precision of a seasoned captain. "Put that crate by the mast! Don't drop the water, long-nose!" His practical mind kept the madness in check, even as insults flew like cannonballs. These lunatics… their fights are their bond, their complaints a twisted love song. He smirked, realizing their roasting was affection, their chaos the heartbeat of a family forged in fire. I'm one of these idiots now, aren't I?
The crew set up the ship—Zoro slumped against a mast, bandages CREAKING!, muttering, "Tch, don't need a bed, fancy boy—I sleep where I stand." His pride burned brighter than his pain, eyes glinting with defiance. Sanji claimed a corner of the tiny galley, arranging pots with a dramatic flourish, CLANG-CLANG!, muttering, "I'll make miracles in this shoebox, you ungrateful bastards." Usopp clung to the railing, TREM-TREM-TREM!, "THIS BOAT'S GONNA FLIP AND I'LL BE FISH FOOD!" Johnny and Yosaku huddled by the helm, pointing at a crumpled map, their bandanas flapping. "Cocoyasi Village is that way, big brothers!" they said, voices eager, swords glinting with purpose. Luffy stood at the prow, straw hat gleaming like a second sun, shouting, "NAMI'S WAITING! LET'S GO!" his voice a war cry that shook the horizon.
As they prepared to sail, the Baratie's chefs lined the deck, waving ladles like battle standards, CLINK-CLANK! Zeff stood tall, peg leg THUNK! echoing like a heartbeat of the sea, his gruff voice cutting through the air. "Don't come back, you shitty brat!" he roared at Sanji, but his eyes glinted with pride, a father's love buried in the growl. The chefs shouted, "GET LOST, YOU BASTARD COOK!" their voices a chaotic chorus of jeers and tears, some wiping their eyes, others hurling last-minute spoons, CLANG! Sanji leaned over the railing, cigarette flaring like a defiant star, shouting back, "I HOPE YOUR FOOD POISONS YOU ALL!" His smirk trembled, a tear slipping free, glinting like a diamond in the lantern light.
Silas gripped the helm, his ship humming as the sails caught the wind, WHOOSH! The vessel surged forward, cutting through the waves, SLOSH-SLOSH!, moving with a grace that silenced the doubters. Silas smirked, smug satisfaction blazing in his eyes. Told you bastards it works—my ship's a damn warrior! His flintlock pistol and sabre hung steady, tattoos glowing like a vow forged in fire. Zoro slumped against the mast, grumbling, "Tch, this junk better hold up, or you're dead, fancy boy." Sanji stirred a pot in the galley, muttering, "Don't bleed on my deck, moss-head, or I'll serve you as soup." Usopp clung to the mast, TREM-TREM-TREM!, "WE'RE ALL GONNA DROWN IN THIS TINY TUB!" Johnny and Yosaku pointed ahead, "Cocoyasi Village, straight on, big brothers!" their voices brimming with eager pride. Luffy's voice boomed, "FULL SPEED TO NAMI!" his straw hat a beacon against the horizon, a radiant flag of unyielding dreams.
The storm ROARED! in the distance, a fading challenge to their resolve, but Silas's ship sailed steady, carrying this mad, magnificent family toward their navigator. Silas glanced at his crew—Zoro's stubborn pride burning through his pain, Sanji's hidden heart blazing beneath his curses, Usopp's terror a comedic spark, Johnny and Yosaku's eager loyalty, Luffy's radiant joy a sun no storm could dim. Nakama… it's not just fighting for them. It's fighting with them, through every insane brawl, every ridiculous roast. Bound to this impossible brat—the Warrior of Liberation, the Pirate King—he'd be their blade and gun, through every storm and battle, no matter the cost.