Chapter 17 Trashing Whiskey Peak

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The music was light and playful. It was the kind of generic designed to blend in and not offend. Sanji kind of hated it. Spoiled with a musician who had a song for every occasion, he hadn 't had to listen to this kind of background noise in ages. Even before Brook, most bars were inclined to play pirate shanties when the crew were around partying. If it weren 't for the lovely company ' well he wouldn 't actually start a fight. Not here.

'Sugar sweet Sage! You move like a feather on the wind. I could dance with you for hours! ' he twirled her admiring the swirl of skirts. His heart beat a little faster as his hand slid around her waist again.

The captain had Opinions about hospitality, or at least people who feed you. (He wasn 't sure if the captain knew the word

hospitality