The sun hung high above the Victoria Punk as the Kid Pirates bustled about their daily tasks. The familiar sounds of clanging metal, rowdy arguments, and the occasional roar of laughter filled the air. It was an average day on the ship, where chaos was the norm and order was optional.

You were perched on a crate near the deck’s edge, sharpening your weapons while keeping an eye on the crew. The steady rhythm of your whetstone against metal blended with the background noise, grounding you amidst the madness.

“Oi, Kiley!” Kid’s voice boomed across the deck, cutting through the din. You looked up to see your captain striding toward you, his red hair catching the sunlight, and his metal arm clanking with every step. “You’re not just sitting there all day, are you?”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you finished sharpening your blade. “I’m multitasking, Captain. Keeping an eye on your circus while making sure I’m ready for the next fight.”

Kid grinned, the kind of grin that sent shivers down most people’s spines but made you roll your eyes. “Good. You’re sparring with Heat later—he needs to toughen up.”

“Heat? Toughen up?” you said with a mock gasp, loud enough for Heat to hear from across the deck. He shot you a glare but didn’t respond, which only made you laugh.

Killer walked by, carrying a large crate of supplies. “Don’t provoke him too much, Kiley. You know how sensitive they get,” he said in his usual calm tone, though you caught the hint of a smirk behind his mask.

“Not bad for a quiet day,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else.

Kid’s voice cut through the fading noise. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Kiley. You know our luck—it won’t stay quiet for long.”

You glanced at him, smirking. “Good. Quiet days are boring anyway.”

The familiar, chaotic energy of the Kid Pirates surrounded you, and you couldn’t help but feel at home amidst the madness. This was your crew, your family, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.