Three words, thirteen letters, seven vowels, six consonants.

'Aye, aye, captain.'

Rayleigh, no matter what his captain would ask for, he would always end up saying 'yes, captain.' That became routine for him. Roger wanted to catch a treasure for fun? Aye, aye, captain! Roger wanted to recruit a new member? Aye, aye, captain! Roger wants to drink and party over a simple thing? You know what the blond would say, right?

The right-hand of the king of the pirates could be serious as much as he wanted, once that his captain was near, he would have the biggest smile planted on his face. It wasn't more than an ordinary day, Rayleigh taking care of the chores and of Shanks and Buggy, the others messing around, Roger being a big child that he is... Nothing too much to angry the blond first mate.

A starry beautiful night that Rayleigh could enjoy being by himself, a whiskey on the hand, a silent deck, just perfect. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him, turning around, he saw his dear pirate king with his usual signature grin, then, the older asked if he could sit along and make company, what Rayleigh said?

"... Aye, aye, captain." He smirked.