"We didn't land," Smoker rolled his eyes, put the sunglasses down, and lit up a fresh pair of cigars. "Friendly Relations is a fu-- a da-- a dumbass cruise ship. The tourists are all vacationing. They always land where they're supposed to. I'd chalk it up to my science division being a bunch of pricks, but I think it's just my devil fruit shorts some circuits. At least I still land on planet, I haven't been off course as far as moons yet. That'd blow."