19 Boredom

'Good job, Daz. Well done…' Daz thought to himself, sitting there at the foot of the main mast belonging to the thousand sunny while around him mayhem raged. With his legs crossed underneath him and his back somewhat straight, he could have been the picture image of some serene monk meditating over the mysteries of the universe. If there wasn't that slight twitch to his eyebrows, betraying the restlessness boiling underneath the surface like a volcano primed shortly before the eruption.

As was his agreement with lil' Red and Mrs. Secretive, Daz and the munchkin had joined the Strawhats for convenience sake in order to reach the Sabaody Archipelago, for the price of Daz sculpting the two women from a block of stone (which the two had somehow gotten onto their new ship with maybe a little help from the love cook), thus denying Daz any way through which he could have weaselled his way out of their agreement. Anyway.

The following week Daz had spent drawing the two women in various poses whenever he felt like doing something else but meditate or train in seclusion, obviously under the envious gaze of the love cook, who seemed to have declared Daz to his rival in love matters. Hilarious, really.

Long story short, Daz ignored the whole thing and began carving. The munchkin, who seemed confused simply joined Daz while he carved, going even so far as to try and provide him some help or insight on what he could improve on. Adorable.

He had wondered at the time if it was the remaining adrenaline in the crew's bloodstreams but he had soon come to discover that they pretty much always were like a beehive on ecstasy. At least most of them. Meaning three. The three he was by than rather often contemplating to silence in their sleep and throw over board while none was the wiser. When he had told the munchkin she had said that was a bad idea. He hadn't pouted. Of course he hadn't! Don't be ridiculous.

However, since then two weeks had passed and no adventures were to be found, causing the Rubberhead, the Pinoccio and the reindeer to be a literal whirlwind on the otherwise rather calm deck of the Thousand Sunny.

Thus, Daz had decided, in order not to go on a grumpy rampage early in the morning, instead of training to meditate and maybe succeed at drowning his simmering agitation in a sea of calm and understanding. He didn't succeed. That bitch could swim and had a couple lifeboats in the form of the idiot trio, who had decided, that particular morning was to be the day to start a food war of all things with Daz in the middle.

Just when he was finally about snap however, after a freakin' frying pan had smacked him in the face, the 'who can throw the most things at once' contest abruptly came to an end. Why? They had fished something out of the water. Thank god for small mercies.

"What do you think this is? Post in a bottle maybe? Though, that would make it post in a barrel instead though… Look! It says it's an offering to the sea gods! Must mean there's booze and food in there, hehehe…" Pinoccio mused aloud while the Rubberhead tried to open said barrel, pulling at its top like a man possessed.

Standing up from his sitting position, his eyebrows still ticking upwards occasionally, Daz marched over to the barrel, all the while whipping a salad cone and some mashed potatoes off his shoulders.

Arriving next to the Rubberboy he honestly was astonished at how much idiocy their 'captain' could fit into that brain of his. Then again, maybe he just had none and thus more space to fit stuff in there? 'Food for thought' Daz thought to himself while giving the top of the barrel a lazy twirl, opening it in one go, which caused Luffy to fly like a rocket over the ship's deck, only to be met by the lovecook's foot instead of lil' Red and Mrs. Secretive's barely clothed forms.

While Daz was still pretending to look at Sanji stomping on Luffy's rubberhead while instead checking out the eye candy on deck, a shout of panic suddenly went of behind him, causing him to turn around with an eyebrow raised.

It seemed like a flare was hidden inside the barrel, which may or may not signal enemy ships to converge on their position.

'Finally I can let of some steam…!' Daz thought to himself, barely able to contain the massive grin threatening to spill all over his face. His glee was short-lived however, as it turned out.

"Shit! Let's get out of here! That flare may have signalled enemies our location, let alone the storm that's brewing in the south-east. Come on guys, up into the rigging! Let's move!" lil' Red began to bark, orders flying left and right, and, while Daz was still sulking a little over not being able to kill something, he wondered why their crew still kept that façade of Luffy being the captain of their ship. To him it was pretty damn obvious who the captain was, and it most certainly wasn't the Rubberhead. But what did it matter to him.

With a bored sigh, Daz turned around and leant on the railing, letting his eyes roam over the horizon, like he had done so many times in last couple weeks. Contrary to all the other times however was the thick bank of fog they were sailing towards, and due to the storm bringing quite the strong winds with it from behind them, not very slowly.

It didn't take long and the ship and their crew had been enveloped in the thick fog from top to bottom, with no way of looking further than a couple metres.

Thus, it came as quite the surprise to all of them when the Thousand Sunny nearly smashed into a rather huge galley head on. Somehow though Franky managed to steer the ship to the side of said galley with only about a metre to spare.

"What's with this ship?! Do they have no frikkin' eyes or something?!" Lil' Red raged from behind him, though Daz only had eyes for the galley. Why? His haki senses picked up on a presence on top of the other ship. One. Not two, not three. One. Which was weird, considering how big the ship was, let alone the fact that nobody sailed the Grandline alone, except lunatics and Madmen. Which wasn't somehow extraordinarily hard to find on the Grandline, but still.

"Alrighty, I'll take a look. Anyone wanna come?" Daz asked into the circle, to which he got a couple affirmative outcries of adventure. Until a faint sound of singing began echoing down towards them. It was kind of eerie but Daz didn't care. He was bored and thusly needed something to do.

"Nononono! I'm not going! I don't wanna climb onto a ghost ship! ROBIIINN! Trade with me? Pleeeese?" Lil' Red began to beg the woman, as the crew had decided who would climb by drawing straws. Her antics however made Daz grin a little.

"Stop being such a pussy, lil' Red. Aren't you a pirate? Were did that fire of yours go, huh?" Daz asked her, causing Robin to chuckle slightly while lil' Red whirled around to smack him one, only to cower back behind Mrs. Secretive when another round of singing sounded out over the deck.

"Alrighty, let's go! Yo munchkin, you wanna come?" Daz asked, completely forgetting about her, only to turn around and see her being covered from head to toe in garlic, crosses and silver. He didn't ask again while a giant drop of sweat rolled down his forehead.