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The mess hall thrums with the dull clang of cutlery and the low murmur of conversation. Bars of afternoon sunlight cut through windows clouded with sea salt, illuminating swirling dust motes above a tableau of pure Marine disorder. Garp attacks a mountain of rice with single-minded fervor, scattering grains across the table. Akainu sits rigid, knuckles white on the table's edge. Fujitora rests peacefully on his bench, his unseeing eyes gently closed. A steady stream of cigar smoke coils from Smoker, weaving a hazy ceiling overhead. Ryokugyu turns a lone flower in the light, while Tashigi watches, leaning forward with hopeful intent. Kuzan takes a slow sip of water, detached. Vergo is an immovable pillar. Kizaru stifles a yawn, radiating sheer boredom. Sengoku picks delicately at a plate o…