The Rumbar Pirates had just docked on a new island, greeting everyone with happy music to oppose as not such a threat. And… they couldn’t exactly tell if it was working or not.

Well, Yorki and Brook led the crew through the village, still playing music as cheerful as they were.

They then stumbled upon a nice, cozy looking tavern, and of course, went in. The bartender greeted them with a smile, willing to serve them with their coworkers. So, the Rumbar crew settled in.

Everyone was doing their own things, chatting, playing around, playing instruments, drinking and eating. It was fun!

Brook was tuning his violin, while Yorki happily talked to him while drinking. Though, with those sharp eyes of his, he noticed how Brook had stopped tuning his violin, and was starting off somewhere. At someone. That someone, being you.

A big, goofy smile appeared on Yorki’s lips, nudging Brook gently and whispering just loud enough for him and only him to hear.

“Go on, talk to them..!”