Contemplating Fast Food
Ace hadn't really said much at the little welcome meeting. It was great and all, getting their excited out and repeating what they'd found out. More like been 'told'. He wasn't sure if any of it was true.
He still didn't consider himself part of this crew, not really. His crew was worlds away, and possibly gone. But he was still Whitebeard's man.
Not...whoever was captain on this ship.
And who could call a living thing a proper ship anyway? He could see stars out the window. Not dimmed by the sky, the actual stars. And the food couldn't even be called food. this place was really starting to freak him out, he'd like to go home now, and forget about this supposed hero gig. Though, preferably not back to the location he'd just left. Back to Whitebeard's fleet, maybe? He'd love that.
Maybe he should go find and bug his little Lord of Chaos, at least he'd be entertained...
His fingers trapped against his side as he studied the garden area, trying to decide if any of the fruit or animals were toxic.
And how much he cared, after a week of tasteless slop.
He still didn't consider himself part of this crew, not really. His crew was worlds away, and possibly gone. But he was still Whitebeard's man.
Not...whoever was captain on this ship.
And who could call a living thing a proper ship anyway? He could see stars out the window. Not dimmed by the sky, the actual stars. And the food couldn't even be called food. this place was really starting to freak him out, he'd like to go home now, and forget about this supposed hero gig. Though, preferably not back to the location he'd just left. Back to Whitebeard's fleet, maybe? He'd love that.
Maybe he should go find and bug his little Lord of Chaos, at least he'd be entertained...
His fingers trapped against his side as he studied the garden area, trying to decide if any of the fruit or animals were toxic.
And how much he cared, after a week of tasteless slop.