Topic post!
Nov. 10th, 2006 07:51 amI haven't had chance to write for a topic for ages. :D
Talk about exciting!!
Title: The Peace After The Storm.
Topic: Peace
Word Count: 146
Rating: G
Pairing: Ehh, nakamaship? Possibly?
Disclaimer: Alas, Oda wins this one.
Summary: It's peaceful on board Going Merry. For a change.
The latest fight had caused so much commotion on board. The blood stained planks glistened under the moonlight, the ripped sail wafted in the breeze. The Captain, bruised and battered, was snoring loudly as he leaned – hunched over – against the mast.
Zoro was next to him, snoring equally loudly. Chopper went unnoticed tending to their wounds. Sanji, mid-swooning and fallen asleep at the table in the kitchen. Nami was slumped gracefully on the same table.
Robin, in the crows nest, looked out over the peace and quiet of Going Merry. Noticing the disappearance of Usopp, she sprouted and eye into the men’s quarters, and spotted a small black lump on the aged couch that sat among the forgotten hammocks.
Said lump was stirring, as the marksman rolled over, nearly missing the edge of the seat.
Robin smiled to herself and drank her coffee, basking the silence.
Talk about exciting!!
Title: The Peace After The Storm.
Topic: Peace
Word Count: 146
Rating: G
Pairing: Ehh, nakamaship? Possibly?
Disclaimer: Alas, Oda wins this one.
Summary: It's peaceful on board Going Merry. For a change.
The latest fight had caused so much commotion on board. The blood stained planks glistened under the moonlight, the ripped sail wafted in the breeze. The Captain, bruised and battered, was snoring loudly as he leaned – hunched over – against the mast.
Zoro was next to him, snoring equally loudly. Chopper went unnoticed tending to their wounds. Sanji, mid-swooning and fallen asleep at the table in the kitchen. Nami was slumped gracefully on the same table.
Robin, in the crows nest, looked out over the peace and quiet of Going Merry. Noticing the disappearance of Usopp, she sprouted and eye into the men’s quarters, and spotted a small black lump on the aged couch that sat among the forgotten hammocks.
Said lump was stirring, as the marksman rolled over, nearly missing the edge of the seat.
Robin smiled to herself and drank her coffee, basking the silence.
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Date: 2006-11-10 07:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-10 04:37 pm (UTC)It wont stay like that for long!!
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Date: 2006-11-10 08:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-10 04:37 pm (UTC)Thanks!