fiery violent pirate babies

[hiken]

Who: The Spade Pirates. Babies.
Where: Somewhere on the ocean, constantly circling the same reef. Babies.
When: May 15th - May 18th Babies.
What: IDK, look at the subject header.
Warnings: Babies.
Style: Action, Log, Babies.
Status: Babies.

General catch-all for baby-things! Make your own threads, babies. /slaps

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

[That isn't really convincing behavior.]

Well anyway we got a current t' catch. Y' wanna help sail the Sun or the Moon?

[fierypineapplebird]

[Pauses because you know, JOB THINGS.]

[But what.]

Who named them?

[om_nom_namur]

Hell if I know, 's what they was called when I got here. Sun an' Moon an' the two on hoists're the Big an' Li'l Dippers.

[fierypineapplebird]

[Annoyed sigh.]

I'm navigator, aye?

[HE BETTER BE OR HE IS KICKING YOU ALL OVERBOARD!]

[om_nom_namur]

Thought y' was 'til y' started us circlin' this damn reef for the past month.

[fierypineapplebird]

What?

[om_nom_namur]

Seriously, bro. Mean, 's a big reef so people didn't really notice but yeah. Takes 'bout three days t' go round. Circled it almost ten times. Do the shitty math. Sheheheh!

[fierybluebird]

That doesn't make any sense. Why would I circle a reef waiting for Pops?

Island, aye. But reef?

[om_nom_namur]

[Another flat stare.]

Shit.

[WELP. Nothing for it.]

Pops ain't here. In this world, I mean. This ain't the Grand Line, New World, or any a the Blues. Some bastard called Davy Jones snatched us all an' stuck us here in some dumbass race t' collect a shitty One Piece wannabe. Got Navy here, not Marines. Catch me?

[fierypineapplebird]

What's a One Piece?

[om_nom_namur]

Some dumbass shit Roger said 'fore he died. Look, that ain't the important bit here. We're in a differnt place. An' Pops ain't here. We ain't waitin' for him. If he shows up we'll meet him somewhere for sure, but he ain't anywhere anymore, got it?

[fierypineapplebird]

[A few blinks.]

[His head hurts.]

[Namur.]

[Something about Fishman Island and Roger and One Piece. And slavery. And Namur. And Jinbe.]

[But it's not clicking. Like a giant black hole in his head and everything is circling around it like stars being eaten up, and he can't look directly at the stars or the black hole. It's all very dizzying.]

[What does 'ain't anywhere' mean though?]

Because time is fractured?

[om_nom_namur]

Somethin' like that, I guess.

[Namur folds his arms.]

An' jus' cuz it's gonna come up when yer back t' normal I'mma tell y' now: Pops is dead when I'm from. He chose it. So don't even start squawkin' at me 'bout how he'd never do it cuz he did. But y' ain't lettin' me tell Ace or Thatch, 'cept I think I already told Thatch when shit got deep before. But that don't mean he ain't gonna be comin' here. If there's any will t' live left in him, y' bet yer damn sparkly assfeathers he'll show up here at some point.

1/2

[fierypineapplebird]

[NOPE SORRY YOU ARE GETTING REFLEXIVELY PUNCHED AS HARD AS HE CAN MUSTER.]

2/2

[fierypineapplebird]

[And then it's all a HUGE headache because wow, he doesn't even KNOW Thatch, or Ace, or care, and everything's shit and he kind of remembers something about Roger dying, that he was trying not to remember and there are suddenly a lot of names and faces and --]

[Have another elbow to the face Namur.]

[Hope you didn't want to get Marco's help instantly with sailing, because he's going to need a long time to think and DEAL.]

[om_nom_namur]

[The first punch knocks him back some, but Namur only meets it with an open palmed what the hell type shrug. The elbow to the face, though. That's one beyond your free hit. That's body language for let's rumble. So Namur obliges, tackling Marco from the side, trying to drag him down to the deck.]

[fierypineapplebird]

[WRESTLES RIGHT BACK AND CAREFULLY TRIES TO KNEE IN THE CHEST!]

[om_nom_namur]

[Yeah, that's not hard. Namur's chest is huge. Not that it does much to him. He grabs for Marco's shoulders, trying to flip the boy around so he can be pinned face down on the deck.]