[Sanji is lucky. When the first crash of water slams into the ship they're suddenly on, he's already on the floor, and only has to anchor his hands to keep from sliding. Instinct has him snapping a grip over Lestrade's wrist, too, urging him against a wall; a sailor's blood never sleeps, and you don't strike him as a sailor, sir.
The boat is sturdy, at least, thankfully, and the sea bides her time and holds her breath, giving the vessel precious seconds to right itself. Everyone on board eyes the skies warily, anyway - the torrents of rain water have yet to let up - but these men, these pirates are on a timer, and have just finished gathering up the last of the stolen gold. One man in particular stands tall among them - a fearsome individual with a long mustache, who only bothers to bark out an order when he notes some of his men stealing food.
"No. Leave the food." And the pirate drops his bounty, swift to obey.
It's a scene straight out of a storybook, of evil pirates and their greed overtaking all who aren't quick to flee from their path, and maybe if not for the way Sanji's grip tightens on Lestrade's wrist in apprehension, that's all it would need to be.
But it's not over. All commotion suddenly stills, because out of nowhere there's a kid of ten bursting out of the galley - blond, afraid, and defiant - wielding two kitchen knives and demanding his right to live]
action; Dani you know this scene /lurk
The boat is sturdy, at least, thankfully, and the sea bides her time and holds her breath, giving the vessel precious seconds to right itself. Everyone on board eyes the skies warily, anyway - the torrents of rain water have yet to let up - but these men, these pirates are on a timer, and have just finished gathering up the last of the stolen gold. One man in particular stands tall among them - a fearsome individual with a long mustache, who only bothers to bark out an order when he notes some of his men stealing food.
"No. Leave the food." And the pirate drops his bounty, swift to obey.
It's a scene straight out of a storybook, of evil pirates and their greed overtaking all who aren't quick to flee from their path, and maybe if not for the way Sanji's grip tightens on Lestrade's wrist in apprehension, that's all it would need to be.
But it's not over. All commotion suddenly stills, because out of nowhere there's a kid of ten bursting out of the galley - blond, afraid, and defiant - wielding two kitchen knives and demanding his right to live]