Nineteenth course [video]
[the video clicks on to find Sanji not at the club, but walking out somewhere in the dark, though there's enough light from streetlamps to see him clearly]
Hell of a day for this. But as the saying goes, there's no time like the present. Especially if there are still ships on the water...ah, ah? Yeah, looks like there are. Hm...my sincere apologies to those I feed regularly. You're going to have to fend for yourself for a while. Consider this notice that All That Jazz is also closed indefinitely, unless someone wants the job.
[he lowers the comm from his face, filming an indistinct and mostly dark shot of the edge of the harbor. It ain't Chelsea Pier or anything upscale, but it's hard to make out anything beyond that]
Oh. That one looks promising. Mmm? Just what are those guys doing over there? Eh.
[sorry, network, the next minute or two are going to be blurry and jerky, as he doesn't care that it's still filming. With the jiggly, motion-sickness-inducing video comes the sound of hard-soled shoes running across concrete, a few startled shouts, the thud of feet connecting with bodies and the splash of something large landing in the water. The comm gets thrown somewhere and lands tilted so it shows the aft deck of a sailboat and the night sky, and occasionally a blur of blond as Sanji passes by. A few minutes of this, and he comes back, but instead of picking up the comm, he just grins down into it, very proud of himself...and then flips it the bird]
Go to hell, City! The wide blue ocean is calling, and a pirate must answer!
Hell of a day for this. But as the saying goes, there's no time like the present. Especially if there are still ships on the water...ah, ah? Yeah, looks like there are. Hm...my sincere apologies to those I feed regularly. You're going to have to fend for yourself for a while. Consider this notice that All That Jazz is also closed indefinitely, unless someone wants the job.
[he lowers the comm from his face, filming an indistinct and mostly dark shot of the edge of the harbor. It ain't Chelsea Pier or anything upscale, but it's hard to make out anything beyond that]
Oh. That one looks promising. Mmm? Just what are those guys doing over there? Eh.
[sorry, network, the next minute or two are going to be blurry and jerky, as he doesn't care that it's still filming. With the jiggly, motion-sickness-inducing video comes the sound of hard-soled shoes running across concrete, a few startled shouts, the thud of feet connecting with bodies and the splash of something large landing in the water. The comm gets thrown somewhere and lands tilted so it shows the aft deck of a sailboat and the night sky, and occasionally a blur of blond as Sanji passes by. A few minutes of this, and he comes back, but instead of picking up the comm, he just grins down into it, very proud of himself...and then flips it the bird]
Go to hell, City! The wide blue ocean is calling, and a pirate must answer!