The flag of the red haired pirates was flown by the ocean’s winds. The sea’s waves were stable. The crew were in their usual routine, Shanks sitting on his usual chair and drinking his sake. Hongo scolding a crew member for injuring himself. Yasopp cleaning his rifle, Lucky Roux chewing his favorite piece of meat and laughing around. Beckman was leaning against the railing, staring at the endless ocean while holding his cigarette and blowing off the smoke out of his mouth.