{ CHAPTER 18 }

                                    

                                          
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Clive's day started with a kiss on the ass. 

                          
And that's not a metaphorical phrase, it's meant in the literal way. You see, For some reason, Shachi found his way sleeping beside Penguin on his bunk. Penguin, for all we know, was probably having a dream about riding ponies into the beautiful sunset
                          
All was well until he decided to kick Shachi away while mumbling "Ponies for the win~". The poor redhead fell down with his but landing right on top of Clive's peaceful sleeping face. 
                          
"Phuwe---!!" The blond sat up almost immediately, shoving Shachi away from him---which somehow woke up the rest of the crew with a shower of grumbles and complaints.

                          
"Pipe it down.."

                          
"Urrgh, I think I'm gonna puke.."

                          
"I think it's a hangover."

                          
"No, shit."

                          
"Ponies are cute~~"

                          
"Would you shut up with that stupid pony song?" 

                          
The crew got up and went straight to the bathroom. Clive swore they all looked like zombies. Some were even confused as to why they were sleeping on the floor, on top of each other like some pile of garbage. 
                          
Shachi stood up stretched, then pulled the blanket that was below the sleeping Penguin which caused him to roll over and fall down.
                          
"Bleegh." Shachi stuck out his tongue and ran before Penguin could figure out who did it. 
                          
The blond stood up and rolled his sleeping bag before storing it away and looked at the bathroom. 
                          
How..?
                          
"The bathroom is big enough to cover all of us, if that's what you're thinking."
                          
Clive turned around and saw Natsu leaning against the wall with a pillow behind his head, a few strands of his red hair standing up.
                          
"Are you guys always like this?" He asked as he heard the sound of someone throwing up. 
                          
Natsu shrugged, sleep still visible in his eyes. "We're used to it. Anyway, the most peaceful place here in the sub is the captain and Sora's room."
                          
"Oh.."
The redhead stood up and headed to the bathroom, but not before turning around to look at Clive. "You wanna wash up first or are you gonna head to the galley?"

                          
Clive was about to answer when another sound of someone puking was heard. 
                          
"Uh.. galley." He replied, to which the pirate nodded. 

                          
"Do you know where it is? It's just—"

                          
"Around 3 rooms before this one, yeah, I know." 

                          
Natsu smiled. "Good."









                          
Upon entering the mess hall, Clive was met with a delicious aroma.
                          
That smells good.. 
                          
He saw the back of Sora while she was preparing the last dish for breakfast. The blond immediately pictured a smiling brunette while turning around and giving him a gentle smile while saying 'good morning' as imaginary flowers would appear---

                          
"You stink of alcohol."

                          
Clive's imagination was smashed to pieces by an imaginary hammer as Sora turned around with an irritated face. 
                          
"Don't tell me you didn't wash?" She asked while scrunching her nose.

                          
The blond stammered. "Uh, that's..."