After weeks of the event, I just simply didn't care anymore. I refused to believe that he was dead. He couldn't be.. Right?

First Thatch, then Ace.. Then... Pops...

Who's next?

But frankly, I don't wanna know.

I gulped at another alcoholic drink, wiping remains from my mouth of my sleeve. Because what's the point? What's the point of going on... I can't even find that.. Birb brain... Or any of them...

I chugged down more booze, not wanting to feel anything at this point. 

I wasn't going to stop at this point. At least that's what I thought. But no.

"What are you looking at." I snapped at a red-head to my right, reminding me of a certain yonko.

Even though his body was faced away from me, I could tell where his gaze was at.

He simply scoffed, my eye twitching and chugging harder and slamming it against the table. The noise hadn't made much a difference as the bar I was currently in had been nearly filled to the brim with ruffians and pirates such as myself.

"Look, if you got nothing to say, don't even fucking look at me."

"Whatever weirdo." I tsk-ed at the stranger in annoyance. Just let me be in my depression alone and away from me you prick.

The red stranger had made somewhat a scene earlier, bursting into the bar with men behind him. I paid no my, but I believe he had announced some sort of reason to party. How childish.

Hours later, only the pirates and I had remained.

With all those hours, I had only wasted my life. What else is new honestly?

I started to silently snicker as I brought a hand to my head, the tulip next to me looking at me weird. I can't blame him.

I needed saving after all.

Updated October 4, 2019