1st Order [Voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

what in the --

[Give him a moment. He just figured out how to use this monstrosity.]


I'm -- ah -- not sure if anybody is listening to this. This is a message to Luceti. [He pronounced it wrong. Whichever way you pronounce it, Lucetians, he did it wrong. Judge him and his lack of talent with foreign words.]

There is a ship in port, The Britannia. Quite a beauty, I have to commend Mr Kennedy for the design of her. Unfortunately she's come to be rather understaffed, so if there are any men who are interesting in crewing her....I'm sure her captain would appreciate it greatly.

That is all...back to your business.

[If William Bush could have it his way, he'd start a press-gang right here, right now. But that required a navy and men to help. So asking nicely would have to do.]

Comments

[concasse]

[Oh, this is gonna be lovely]

Hooo? And why men specifically?

[wouldntbetonit]

[Bush pauses and then answers a little stupidly:]

Men crew ships.

1/2

[concasse]

[Rip out his entrails and hang him by them!]

[concasse]

[But Sanji doesn't release the full force of his... colorful attitude just yet. He'd rather stab with pointed subtlety]

That so? [quiet mulling, and then:]

So you're saying that even if a woman is as capable, or more capable of manning a ship on the waters than a man, that doesn't matter...

Because they don't have a shitty dick in their pants.

[wouldntbetonit]

[--Twitch. He's growly now, Sanji.]

I'll ask you not to use that tone.