Damages.

[justicereigns]

Well that was unpleasant. If anyone's hurt, a reminder to see the ship's doctor immediately. Damn. Only 7 of their ships but they still managed to hurt the Lady Justice. I'm using the den den mushis to secure a place to get repairs done but it looks like we'll need to stop by Water 7 as soon as possible. We're sailing at 1/3rd of the speed.

Allen, flu or not, see what you can do about helping to deal with the harpoons in the side of the ship. You'd almost think we were dealing with Hina's ship.

To whomever dropped off the "prisoner" I received with no easy means of identification, thanks. Because I clearly have nothing to do with my time except chase down this idiot's family. And people wonder why I hate pirate scum.

I've got a headache. I'll be in my office with rum and some meds. Don't knock. Karen I could use your help on paperwork.

Oh and who the hell invited a damn cat on this ship? This pet thing is going a little far people. Adopt a seagull. At least they aren't useless. On that note I have some bamboo for you Lass.

Havoc... hn. Not a bad job. Damages would probably be worse without you but see what you can do about that backlash. Damn.

Comments

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Whaddaya want me to call 'em, ladies of the night? Everything else's worse.

Whatever. All that's just a distraction, anyway, it can't be that great.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

At least THAT doesn't sound quite as...harsh.

...What, seriously?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Euphemism is ridiculous, and doesn't change their job.

...What?

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

It's called being polite, asshole!

You've never-- seriously??

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Whatever, I'm not saying it.

Che! It's not a big deal, shithead, I've been busy. Not like there haven't been offers, and I've done some stuff.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Then just don't talk about them!

Ha, offers, right. Nineteen-year-old guys don't turn down offers. And busy my ass, if you didn't spend half your time LOST at each of these islands we go to, you'd have plenty of time!

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Fine, you're the one that brought them up in the first place!

Not when they're starving-for-it idiots like you, maybe, but some of us have self-discipline.

I don't know what you're talking about, it's you guys that always go the wrong direction. And the cities are laid-out weird.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

What the hell's the point of having self-discipline when it comes to stuff like this?

Uh-huh. You would get lost in a fishbowl, marimo.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

What's the point of going wild with random strangers? It's just a waste of energy.

Shut up, I always go the way that makes sense!

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...Because it's fun. Holy shit, you're really clueless, aren't you?

Guess that explains it. Your brain is obviously broken.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

I'm not clueless, you damn cook, I told you I've done some stuff. That sort of casual thing with whoever just isn't worth the trouble.

...Your face is broken.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Like what, then?

No it ain't, dumbass, you gotta come up with something better than that.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Like stuff. You want me to spell it out? This is the fucking smoke-Marine's journal!

It will be soon enough, you don't quit baiting me.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Stuff is such a vague, broad term... Alright, fine. Not like I really wanna know what you get up to in your non-self-disciplined spare time anyway.

But you make it so easy.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Damn straight, it's none of your business.

You're such a pain in the ass.