24 How did you adopt? (1/2)
A loud satisfying burp echoed through the inn as sunlight streamed through the door. Sorren sat with his greasy hands on the table and a satisfied expression on his face as the inn keeper felt cold sweat slide down all parts of his body.
The clicking of money was the only solace to the shell shocked man as a listless sigh pervaded through the empty room.
I had a happy expression on my face as I walked out of the inn, I had made sure that the crew woke up early in an attempt to avoid the tension that I knew would be present if we were to eat during the hours after the sunrise, people staring at us as if we were monsters or century-hungry ghosts! I had even managed to convince the inn keeper that it would be in his best interests if he woke up early to serve the fat glutton food.
Fawkes walked silently behind me, his appetite curbed at around the same time mine was, as he took in the beauty of the island in the young glows of the recently risen sun.
”So, what are we doing here, boss?” he asked as his old grey eyes looked at me expressionlessly. ”I'm still recovering from that fight with the spectacled freak, so don't expect me to fight anyone anytime soon..” he said with a cautioning look.
”Nothing like that, we're just going to visit the weapon stores to fix the weapons and, go get supplies, look around the markets, sightsee a little bit. You know that kind of thing” I said as I hummed happily.
A orange light shone in the sky as the clouds scattered the morning sun's light into shades of pink that stole away our breaths. The fresh morning air eased our nerves as a happy expression filled my face.
”Let's go! shops should be opening at around this time no? Lets enjoy swallow island's markets!” I said as I laughed happily. A long day stood in front of us, a long day of fun games and pranks!!
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Garp huffed deeply in anger as he listened to the accounts of the residents of the former town of Minnon. His breath heaved as a nasally echo roared from his nose. He was angry!
How dare that bastard! How dare Doflamingo!! he thought as he stared at the offending man, who now lay dead on the shattered cobblestone of the broken and crumbling port.
'Pere pere pere pere' his den-den-mushi echoed as he called Sengoku his fleet admiral. He had to report this. Three unknown rookies had taken down a famous and dangerous Warlord? How could this be possible? How!? he wondered as he waited impatiently for Sengoku to pick up.
”Garp...…. What happened?” Sengoku's voice echoed from the other side of the snail accompanied by a deep and tired sigh. ”Sengoku, Doflamingo ruined the port town of Minnon..” Garp said cutting straight to the heart of the matter as he reported in a sober voice, differing much from his usual flippant tone.