Inside the hall, no one said a word. The expressions on their faces all seemed to say the same thing: keep talking. We'll just quietly watch.
"What's your problem? Why won't you leave me alone? I admit I can be a little greedy sometimes, but if we're talking about who in the crew loves money most, it's definitely Stussy!" Golden Lion pulled out a tried-and-true tactic: shifting the blame at random.
"Shiki, you're right, but... making wooden crates float isn't something I can do." Stussy leisurely picked up another bite of food. Since she hadn't emptied the place out, she had nothing to worry about.
Golden Lion hesitated for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Fine, looks like I can't keep my kindness hidden after all. That's right, I did have something to do with those flying crates, but it was all for the Kuja Warriors of Amazon Lily! I was helping them clear away the rubble for free so they could rebuild their homes!"
"Heh..." Rocks sneered. "So you're a pretty nice guy, then, Shiki."
"You know how it is, Rocks. To get by on these seas, I can only use brutality to disguise my tender heart," Golden Lion said with a straight face.
Rocks's expression changed the moment he finished listening, and he roared, "I don't care how you want to hide it. Give everything back, or I'll deal with you in a minute."
"Now, now..." John stood up with his wineglass, once again playing peacemaker. "Come on, Shiki, so you stole some stuff. Amazon Lily is rich enough not to miss that little bit. All they want is an apology. Do me a favor, everyone. Apologize, and we can put this behind us. Here, Shakky, let me drink to you first."
Shakky forced a kindly smile onto her