Unspoken

Part 4: Froyo

It was a good day and I felt so much better. My nose was clear, the air was fresh and my head was full of bright ideas and new recipes. In a good mood, I decided to make frozen yogurt for everyone. But I had to make the extra special effort not to pick up a cigarette lest any soot fall into the dessert and earn me another bump on my head.

Robin was helpful as always. She was easing out of her assistant cook mode and helped me clean up the kitchen. The angel was rewarded with the first froyo of the day.

I wanted to go to the infirmary to look for Chopper next but I could hear voices on the deck so I made a detour.

Seeing Chopper looking at his cup, wide-eyed and mouth gaping open, I could not help but chuckle. With tears in his eyes, he exclaimed, "Yummy cotton candy flavour! Thank you, Sanji! This is the best!"

"Oh, this is a special thank-you dessert for you, Chopper. YOU are the best. You saved my life." I replied calmly.

"No no no no no, Sanji! This is too much! It was nothing. Haha... nothing. Don't mention it."

I had a special tall-glassed one for Usopp and a huge bucket for Luffy. The one with an orange rose and sprinkles of rainbow was for the other beautiful angel. She took the cup - with both hands? - and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. My face turned hot instantly, ready to burst. A dream came true!!

"Nami-san~! I would fall and bleed every day just for the pleasure of your kiss!"

I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind. I turned to see a cloak of bones and had to look up to see a big smiling face.

"Ho ho ho! You are looking good today! So can I see your panties?"

That pervert.

"Ho! Of course not!" he continued, without waiting for me to reply. "Cos you're not wearing panties, you wear boxers! Haha!" What the hell?

Then a foot struck his head. That stumped me for a moment.

"Nami-san~, did you just kick him for me?"

She just smiled widely. "Just ignore that insensitive numbskull."

"Ah my sweet guardian angel, you never cease to amaze me!" I floated. "Speaking of insensitive," I thought out loud, "where is that damn marimo?"

"I saw him go up the crow's nest after lunch."

As expected, the muscle-head was in a world of his own. This time, without his weights or swords. He was just moving his arms from side to side, stretching them over his head, across his chest, bending his body, bending his legs, stretching them as they move up and down, slowly and steadily. I did not say anything or made any sound. I thought I was in his blind spot until...

"What are you looking at?"