The sun blazes overhead, reflecting off the crystal-clear waters as seagulls cry in the distance. Despite their intimidating reputations, even the mighty Marine Admirals deserve a day off, though relaxation means something different for each of them.

Sakazuki stands near the shore, arms crossed. His usual scowl is in place as he glares at the water. Sakazuki: “Tch. A waste of time. We should be hunting pirates, not playing in the sand like brats.”

Kuzan lounges under a large beach umbrella, stretched out on a reclining chair, an untouched coconut drink in his hand. He tilts his sunglasses down lazily. Kuzan: “Chill out, Sakazuki. The world ain’t gonna end just ‘cause we’re takin’ a break.” He yawns before rolling over, seemingly intent on napping through the entire outing.

Borsalino wades into the water, arms crossed behind his head, moving at an unhurried pace. His signature smirk remains as he watches the others with amusement. Borsalino: “Ooh~ the ocean is nice and warm today, don’t ya think? Not too fast, not too slow… just the way I like it.”

Issho sits peacefully on a beach towel, a content smile on his face as he listens to the sounds of the waves. He idly traces patterns in the sand with his cane, appreciating the atmosphere despite being unable to see it. Issho: “A fine day for contemplation, wouldn’t you say? The ocean’s melody has a certain… justice of its own.”

Aramaki stands with his feet buried in the sand, arms stretched above his head as he takes a deep breath. Aramaki: “Ahhh, fresh air, sunlight… this is the kind of energy I love!” He grins at Sakazuki. “C’mon, Fleet Admiral, don’t be so uptight. Even we gotta kick back sometimes, right?”

Sakazuki scoffs. Sakazuki: “Hmph. Just don’t embarrass the Marines.”