"What did you do?"

The question hovered in the air as the rest of the Red-Hair Pirates stared in silence. Benn continued to gaze at the back of his captain's head while the scarred man determinedly looked away. Behind them, the evidence was obvious. Levelled trees and an indented, faintly smoking mountain were the result of the man's excursion, much to the gunner's dismay. Yet, he received no answer so he sighed and turned back to the chain of islands.

Whatever the reason, it must've been a good one, he mused to himself. He listened as Shanks' footsteps faded away and the sound of Lucky Roo tearing off a piece of meat seemed to signal the rest of the crew that it was okay to move again.

Honestly, that man...

He let out a small smirk, taking a drag of his cigarette. Life was never dull with his captain even without all the parties. He shook his head as he headed inside, his stomach reminding him to eat.

He doubted they would be going there for a while. A long, long while. With breaks.