Angel snippet
When I thought about giving Sanji wings for "Five Devils Fruits Powers that Sanji Never Had," this was what I originally wrote. (I went with this for the drabble series.) I keep rereading it and wanting to do more with it, but I'm not sure what. I'm hopeless when it comes to long fic. I just write a snippet and then go away for months.
Patty saw it first. The sky was clear and blue, the sun unforgivingly bright, and he had to shield his eyes as he peered upwards.
“Strange bird,” he muttered.
“What?” asked Carne distractedly from behind him, lugging three thoroughly chastised pirates. He unceremoniously tossed them overboard and, faintly moaning, they slowly dog-paddled away.
Meanwhile the bird came ever closer.
“What the fuck is that?” wondered Patty. Carne squinted up at it.
“Dunno.” He shrugged. “Think it'll taste any good?”
“Is it coming this way?”
They both blinked up at the sky at the rapidly approaching shape. In tandem, they yelped and jumped away just as the creature hit the deck with a sickening thump and rolled a good twenty feet before coming to a rest on the sun-heated wood, a shuddering mass of bruises, blood, and feathers.
The other cooks came out onto the deck to see the commotion.
“What's going on?”
“More pirates?”
“What the hell is that?”
They all stared in amazement at the battered creature that gasped for breath on their deck.
In a breathy, awed voice he would later hotly deny using, Patty gazed at the blond, winged figure and said, “It's an angel.”
Zeff came out as the “angel” began to slowly, painfully shift, the cooks holding back, watching suspiciously.
“Fucking shit for brains captain,”it said in a deep, pained, oddly familiar voice.
Zeff's eyes widened and he quickly strode to the creatures side, ordering the cooks to bring first aid and water.
Patty saw it first. The sky was clear and blue, the sun unforgivingly bright, and he had to shield his eyes as he peered upwards.
“Strange bird,” he muttered.
“What?” asked Carne distractedly from behind him, lugging three thoroughly chastised pirates. He unceremoniously tossed them overboard and, faintly moaning, they slowly dog-paddled away.
Meanwhile the bird came ever closer.
“What the fuck is that?” wondered Patty. Carne squinted up at it.
“Dunno.” He shrugged. “Think it'll taste any good?”
“Is it coming this way?”
They both blinked up at the sky at the rapidly approaching shape. In tandem, they yelped and jumped away just as the creature hit the deck with a sickening thump and rolled a good twenty feet before coming to a rest on the sun-heated wood, a shuddering mass of bruises, blood, and feathers.
The other cooks came out onto the deck to see the commotion.
“What's going on?”
“More pirates?”
“What the hell is that?”
They all stared in amazement at the battered creature that gasped for breath on their deck.
In a breathy, awed voice he would later hotly deny using, Patty gazed at the blond, winged figure and said, “It's an angel.”
Zeff came out as the “angel” began to slowly, painfully shift, the cooks holding back, watching suspiciously.
“Fucking shit for brains captain,”it said in a deep, pained, oddly familiar voice.
Zeff's eyes widened and he quickly strode to the creatures side, ordering the cooks to bring first aid and water.