You know the worst part about this? It 's becoming normal to me. And this normal kind of feels like ass.

Note to self: sleeping in a pile on a sparsely-grassed cliff actually fucking

sucks.

'I think I displaced the bottom two rungs of my ribcage, ' I groan, trying very hard not to turn my head and set off a cramp that 'll have me looking to the left at a 60 ' angle for the next ten minutes.

Someone had come and covered us up with blankets at some point in the night, but they did fuck all in terms of back support.

Vindictively, I 'm glad it 's not just me suffering. Ace is pouting and rubbing at his lower back, and Sabo seems to be having more trouble than he should getting his feet to work in his chunky goth boots.

'It wasn 't

that

bad, ' Luffy laughs, perfectly bouncy and animated despite the state of the rest of us.