The Whitebeard Pirates' Playground

Ch. 10 - Heated dream

Haruta was laughing his ass off about the situation and his brother's faces. That is until he suddenly noticed something he wished he never saw and nervously addressed the small group of commanders surrounding his sleeping baby brother.

"....Nah.... is it me.... or are his pants ... ehm .... strained? 

"Yea, and so I said 'no, you're the one with a lack off-" Sniff.. sniff

"...Thatch, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm smelling the air, what else does it look like?"

"I don't know, maybe your hairspray is finally effecting your head?"

"Jozu.... I hate you sometimes you know."

"I know."

"But for real, don't you smell anything?"

"Smell?"

"Yea-" Thatch turned around, smelling the air all around him "-there's something off."

With a hum Jozu also started sniffing the air, gaining the attention of a nearby geisha look-a-like.

"Now that you say it-" sniff sniff "-it kind of smells like-"

"What the hell are you idiots doing right now?"

"Oh Iz, hell-"

WACK

"OW IZOU, why would you hit me!"

Izou casually closed his fan, putting his hand on his hip, "Don't call me Iz."

"Wth, Thatch calls you Iz all the time!"

Thatch took a step forward, brushing a hand over his pompadour looking too smug for anyone's liking. "Of course I do, Jozu, look at my charms, who could ever resist a man like m-"

WACK

The charming man himself was now cradling his head and quickly trying to fix his ruffled pompadour throughout the pain.

"Izzzzz, whyyyyyy?"

"Don't overreact Thatch-dear. Jozu, Thatch just has... permission. But besides all of that, what were you doofuses doing walking in circles?"

While Thatch was still desperately saving his hair, Jozu decide to be the one to answer.
"The air smells strange."

"The air?" Taking out his fan, Izou gently fluttered it before his face to blow some air in his face to smell. No way was he going to look like dog chasing a smell by running around like his dear brothers did. "Thatch, are your chefs baking or cooking right now?"

"huh?" The chef stood up, his pompadour a bit tilted, but somehow staying upright. "No, they're doing a big clean right now since we're just having sandwiches at noon, no cooking involved. Why?"

"Something's burning."

"Iz, what are y-"

"You're right." Jozu answered "It smells like something is on fire."

"That can't be, we're on the ocean, and like I said, there's nothing that needs to be co-"

AHhhh