It was a dark day for Dragon Father. From the moment he appeared on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge, his face was already sour.
When he appeared, the sky darkened and clouds covered the suns.
Even though the clouds hindered my view, I could still glimpse and hear everything that happened.
He strode into Dragon Little’s cabin, and said curtly, “Wake up, Joy!”
“Hmmm?” she stirred.
“Wake the hell up, Joy, I don’t have time for this!”
He grabbed the blanket off her, threw it on the floor, and stomped out.
“Wake up, don’t wake up, I don’t care,” he strode angrily to the wheel. “I have a battle to win!”
Dragon Little stepped groggily out of her cabin. “Are you angry? Did I do something?”
He looked back at her, and softened. “No. You’re fine. I just—I just don’t have the goddamn time,” his anger returned, “to try and wake you up for half a goddamn hour every time. Okay? Today is not the time for that. So don’t do it! I have a battle to win!” He turned his head and looked forward, about to grab the wheel.
“Wait! I Have to brush my teeth!”
Dragon Little only brushed her teeth in the ocean water. Dragon Father was clearly about to steer the ship into the air.
Dragon Father slammed his head on the wheel. “Just do it fast, okay? If you don’t brushing your teeth in two minutes, that’s too bad!”
Dragon Little, standing a few meters behind him, nodded timidly.
This was how the day begun. I will tell you how it continued tomorrow.
—Told by The Red Dragon