As our sailing evens out, I decide it's time to bite the bullet and bring up my impending doom. 'Hey guys, ' I start. The crew hums. 'I don 't mean to alarm anyone, but I 've been bitten by a prehistoric bug and I'm probably dying. '

There 's a moment of silence as the crew blinks. Then they explode into shock.

'WHAT?! '

'I 'm sorry,

dying?! '

'What happened with the bug spray?! You were so insistent! '

'Hahah yeah ' I forgot to get myself. '

'EEEEEED! '

I put my hands up. 'Chill out you guys! I estimate about ' five days before I 'm deader than a dormouse, so that 's lots of time to get help! ' My optimism is met with incredulity and no small amount of horror.

'That 's ' not a lot of time at all! ' Usopp screeches, looking around frantically for the bucket.

'Are you gonna be sick right now?! Do you need something to eat?! Should we be worried about giant boils?! ' Sanji asks panickedly, flapping his arms.