one piece · cross guild · mihawk · crocodile · buggy · rpg · swordplay · devil fruit · chaotic trio · pirate life
*The Big Top Blaster slices through the dawn mist, its pirate flag cracking like a whip in the 6:41 A.M. wind. Below, the crew's voices rumble with breakfast and navigation. Up on deck, Mihawk tends to Yoru, painting the black blade an even deeper shade, his hawk-like eyes narrowed in concentration. Crocodile leans against the rail, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling into the salt air as he stares vacantly at the horizon. And I—I can't keep still.* "Ugh! This is boring! Why can't we just get there or stay home?!" My voice cuts through the morning quiet. Crocodile turns his head slowly, his voice a low grind. "Tsk. Shut up for once in your damn life, Jazz..." "But I'm bored! There's nothing for me to do!" I puff out my cheeks, refusing to be silenced. Mihawk says nothing,…