[Paying no attention to those behind him, Luffy remains locked on the ship before him. Legs take off into a run, using the best of his speed to encroach closer to the wreckage he called "home". It was impossible, beyond all thought and reason, that the ship he was seeing was real. The bones of his family, his crew, had to be nothing but mere illusion. His eyes were playing tricks on him, or so he convinces himself, as he can see his nakama spread about the railings as if left to dry under the heat of the Sun above.
He skids to a halt, the voices of the heroes now out of his ears and beyond his current rationale. Beady, black dots rapidly move from corpse to corpse, his mouth hanging open in disbelief as the remaining cloth that clings in shredded fibers gives away the identity of each body.
Fists clench, nails digging into his skin to the point where it punctures the thin layers that keep his boiled blood inside of him. Teeth finally gnash, grinding so hard that his jaw almost dislocates from the anger which swells within him.]
... WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT?! THIS ISN'T MY SHIP! AND THAT SURE AS HELL ISN'T MY CREW!!
[There's no thought for the consequences. To him, the ship is a trick, a ploy, a means to agitate him to the point of violence. Even with thinking this, the pirate is more than happy to oblige. His blood-trickling fist rears back as he speeds back up into a run, landing into the hull of the ship with everything his momentum, torque, and strength can conjure.]
DON'T THINK THAT MY NAKAMA ARE THAT WEAK!! I'LL NEVER FORGIVE WHOEVER DID THIS!!
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He skids to a halt, the voices of the heroes now out of his ears and beyond his current rationale. Beady, black dots rapidly move from corpse to corpse, his mouth hanging open in disbelief as the remaining cloth that clings in shredded fibers gives away the identity of each body.
Fists clench, nails digging into his skin to the point where it punctures the thin layers that keep his boiled blood inside of him. Teeth finally gnash, grinding so hard that his jaw almost dislocates from the anger which swells within him.]
... WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT?! THIS ISN'T MY SHIP! AND THAT SURE AS HELL ISN'T MY CREW!!
[There's no thought for the consequences. To him, the ship is a trick, a ploy, a means to agitate him to the point of violence. Even with thinking this, the pirate is more than happy to oblige. His blood-trickling fist rears back as he speeds back up into a run, landing into the hull of the ship with everything his momentum, torque, and strength can conjure.]
DON'T THINK THAT MY NAKAMA ARE THAT WEAK!! I'LL NEVER FORGIVE WHOEVER DID THIS!!