The Drunken Archer

Castaway
Avery sat on top of the ship's forward cannons. It was the point on the ship with the best vantage point. He looked out into the deep blue sea of the Grand Line, cradling the heart Remilia had given him. He put it back in his pocket as the ship began to rumble. "Yeah, and who's fault is that?" The ship rumbled again. "I don't know what got her so worked up, I just wanted to cuddle." The ship rumbled again. "Where?" He looked off the side of the ship.