'Sorry sailors! I claim this ship in the name of Franky and friends! ' Franky announces as the last Marine is vanquished from the boat.

'Put me down I think I 'm gonna be sick! ' I groan from over his shoulder. I severely overestimated the strength of my stomach and underestimated how much moving would be required to take a government vessel by force.

Franky very quickly puts me down on the floor. 'Yeah, it 's a big no-no to have you vomiting down my back. That would take a lot to clean up, and neither of us would enjoy me asking for help with that. '

Robin chuckles and crouches down beside me. 'Now that we have the escort ship, we 'll be out of here as soon as the rest of the Strawhats arrive. '

I slump down into her knee. 'They better make it fast, I 'm quite literally on my last limb here. My stackable concussions are catching up. '

'How many times have you hit your head today exactly? ' Robin asks worriedly. I have to pause to think about it.