#the Rumbar pirates

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

The Brutality (and some censoring) Of The Rumbar Deaths.

Similar to my piece on Yorki and his lil sickness, this is again just something that haunts me constantly and is honestly something I don’t see anyone else talking about. Maybe this is because I have Rumbar Pirates autism. The deaths of the Rumbar Pirates are often thought to just be the snippet we see during their final moments, however Oda paints a much darker picture, with such dark hues the anime had to censor some of this. More than just Binks Sake happened to these men.

To begin, I am going to introduce you all to a certain Rumbar Pirate. Pirates.

This is Madaisuki! He has a twin brother named Madawadasuki Mizuta!

These Mizuta boys are named this because they are the japanese pun of “I love DOTS!” and “Dots ain’t half bad!” We know they were young, and that they wanted to be just like Brook. (I will go over these statements a bit later.) They wore matching clothing, mirroring one another as some twins do, having a tight bond. We already know their candles were snuffed out too short, but do you know how this happened to each? Madawadasuki is shown in the Bink’s Sake flashback, blood pooling on his temple and matting some of his hair. He looks tired, but with a smile, plays on with the other remaining crew. That is the key word here, remaining. There were hundreds of men on this ship yet THIS is what we see surrounding Brook on the deck? Where are the rest. THAT is where Madaisuki comes in. 

Madaisuki does not die on screen, but his body, just the body, is gruesome enough that the anime had to censor it. When we find the young man, he is in one of the off rooms, looks to be the dining area, thrown onto the floor with his arms outstretched, with his hair still attached to the skull.

This is not the reason behind the censoring, no, the reason is the cause of death.

Plunged into his skull and back, pinning his body to the floor with his jaw still open, are his own weapons. His own swords pin his body to the floor, so even if he somehow survived the attack, he could not get up, however with your own blade through your brain case and into the blood spattered floor below you, that is not much of an option. Those swords.. they also are made to mirror YORKI’S. They both wanted to be just like their Captains.

[ more info on Maddy here ]

This leaves a few things open for the reader to take in. Why is he tucked away in an off room like this? Well, it means the battle either continued into these rooms, not just on deck, which is more than likely shown by the shattered mirrors and doors in the bedrooms and hallways we see, or poor Madaisuki was cornered, overpowered, and butchered.

In any case, this means his brother either also saw this and continued to smile and sing for Laboon, or held a hope that somehow, his twin was just somewhere else, tucked away to die in peace. How many other men died this way, for we see bedroom doors torn off hinges and blood spattering the walls.

Time doesn’t do that, a butchering does.

This is just one body, one upon hundreds, we know this because of a line Franky states so casually I am unsure if the anime added it; “We could not carry them all, we buried them here. The weight was too much for the Sunny to take.”

The weight was too much for the Sunny to take.

How many men died, because those multiple upon multiple coffins were not filled with bodies, but skulls. Only skulls.

If the ship cannot carry it, how do we expect BROOK?? He must hold grief for he was acting Captian, these things on his head alone, and knowing he failed his partner, my god, that must ache. To know you created widows, fatherless children, families who will never know if their little boys or men or partners or fathers would come home. No closure, only Brook, and the poison that caused the remaining light-hearted musicians to bleed out in their little heap.

When Brook picks up the skull of Madaisuki, a memory comes to mind. Perhaps not a recent one, for he knew them for many years, but one that stood out to him. One Oda chose for us to see as a representation of Brook’s thoughts;

“You’re awesome, Brook! Can you teach me to swordfight like you?”

We see the body, with his own weapons used against him, holding his corpse in place with a hole blasted through his brain. His polka dots he adored are spattered as well, torn where his ribcage was cut open. Brook failed him. He failed them all, in his eyes, not the viewer or actuality. And this breaks my heart.

Update 1.0

Absolutely I think he does have his.. odd crew moments/interactions.

Sanji at the right angle, asking for something and the response is a slip up of “yes, my Captain!” In such a tone that Sanji could mistake himself as more than a crewmate in Brook’s eyes.

Somedays they finds the skeleton speaking to himself, small quolms or questions, asking to an invisible force in silence.

“John, how did you make your coffee again?”

“Madaisuki, how do you do this..?”

Some nights, he’s found over the beds, absent in all human aspects but dead, mute and upsettingly still.

When Usopp asks, after minutes of motionless, creeping anxiety, why does he just stand, why does he watch?

“I want to make sure you’re breathing! It means you’re real.”

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[autisticaboutstufflol]

So @badly-drawn-doflamingo INFECTED MY BRAIN with Rumbar Pirate bullshit so of course I madly wrote an angst fic in a daemon AU, because I'm crazy, and I can only think about my OP daemon au.

It's a retelling of the Rumbar Pirates deaths, so like. heed my tags.

Enjoy! Or cry! Or both!

[hhhhunty]

Happy birthday, Brook!

[opbackgrounds]

I love the framing of this panel, with the last remaining members of the Rumbar Pirates bracketed on each side by swords, symbolizing their upcoming demise. It's gorgeous and tragic, with great use of negative space that really helps hammer home Brook's question.

The Rumbar Pirates singing as they die reminds me a lot of the musicians on the Titanic who played until the ship sank to help keep the passengers calm as they loaded the lifeboats.

[glitchy-grump]

This counts

[sootandpepper]

"Please... live... so we can all meet again!"

[help-i-lost-my-sock]

One Piece puns

Okay, so you know how Japanese doesn't have the letter L, right? And they replace L with R.

Now, in One Piece this seems to work both ways and we see this with, for example, Laugh Tale -> Raftel and Rogue Town -> Logue Town.

Now here are two little puns I found that make use of this.

- The name of Brook's first pirate crew is a pun on rum and bones. The Rumbar pirates (cool in English too cus, you know, pirates and rum) also works as the Lumbar pirates. The lumbar is the lower back region of your spinal column or backbone.

- Sanji's Mellorine is a pun on food and falling in love. Mellorine is an imitation ice cream, which Sanji can probably make cus he can make any type of food. He's also basically saying the girls are sweet like (immitation) ice cream. Anyway, replace the "ll" with "r" and you get Mero-rine. Mero-Mero (think of Boa Hancock's devil fruit) is a Japanese expression meaning "to fall hopelessly in love".

You're welcome 🤭

[asyisnotok]

skeletons are fun to draw...

[slowcatsisland]

Soul King Brook; Headcanons

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Even though he’s a skeleton and is incapable of feeling what a soul can’t comprehend, sometimes Brook still feels poisoned. He sometimes looks at his bones and has to remember that they aren’t affected by anything anymore and what he’s ‘feeling’ is phantom pain.

Brook has terrible hallucinations. They mainly affect him when he’s tired, either about to fall asleep or is now awake after just having been asleep.

Brook’s hallucinations audibly consist of him hearing the Rumbar pirates singing, the sound of musical instruments being played, and occasional thuds of a body dropping. The thuds stick with him the most.

Brook’s visuals during hallucinations range from seeing Rumbar pirate members alive and doing things to their corpses standing there in various places just staring at him. It’s haunting to see big, blacked out spaces in their skulls where their lively eyes used to be. The way that their teeth bare out with no malice, just emptiness instead of those happy smiles that were once there.

Chopper often pulls Brook aside to talk about the hallucinations and see if he can do anything to help.

Sometimes Brook will mistake one of the Straw Hats for a passed Rumbar Pirate member. It most often happens with Luffy when Brook thinks it’s Yorkie talking to him.

Chopper has declared him genuinely insane and mentally unstable , but he doesn’t bring it up to Brook.

Brook’s best method of healing is engaging with others and being social. Chopper noticed and makes a point to ask for Brook to play music during dinner a couple times a week.

Brook has tried to kill himself during his isolation in the Florian Triangle. (Well, I guess that isn’t what you could call it if he is already dead.) Point being, before he truly accepted that he was stuck living as a skeleton Brook attempted to reverse the affects of his devil fruit many times.

Has created more than 250 different joke sequences.

Learned swordsmanship when he was very young. He was actually considered a swordsman before a musician who also happens to be a swordsman.

He got his love of music and ability to play most instruments from the Rumbar Pirates. Sure, he liked music before but they introduced him to a whole new world.

Has sat with Robin and let her discuss all her knowledge of music and its political importance, history, cultural divergences, just everything with him over tea quite a few times.

Sometimes during the night on the Straw Hat ship, Brook will stay awake even if he’s not on patrol duty. He will often just watch the members sleep, count the rhythm of their breathing, study their facial features, or even hold his cold, pointy finger bones to their pulse to actual feel their life force.

Something about Brook taking time during the night to just study the Straw Hats gives him a sense of peace. They don’t look like the Rumbar Pirates did during their exile in Florian Triangle. The Straw Hats are all alive, with flesh and blood and a beating heart.

Brook is extremely good at mimicry. He can echo Chopper especially well. He’s also good at animal calling. (He would make noises to entertain himself or to fill the void of the Florian Triangle and pretend that they were natural).

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He’s so important to me I just know he has the worst canonical fomo in the whole manga

Mwah 😽

[extrashortshorts]

What would you say the Rumbar Pirates to be?

Would Yorki be a Yorkie??

Would Dellinger stay a fighting fish?

🤔 Edges of Yorki's hat really look like a pointy ears, as well as messy hair, but to be fair i am still not sure

And Dellinger...

yeah what an amazing world we live in

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

Yorki and ‘His Illness’;

Oda really knew how to drive the knife in when it comes to the story of Yorki and his crew, man…

From the choice of scenes before we get to see the bed-ridden body to the actual real world equivalents, its really rough on the heart.

What we knew about Yorki, from the scenes right before the announcement of his illness getting worse, is both his confidence and his strength.

The scene we get to see is his crew surrounding his brand new bounty, Yorki cheering and proudly proclaiming his joy for it. We see the great swaft of muscles on him, his chest fully exposed and his hair bright and fluffy along his shoulders. His face is clear, his arms fill out his coat, which is important later on, and he holds such a pride that he reminds me quite a lot of Luffy. We see him break up fights, offering advice to his men and we see him joking and drinking alongside his caring crew… and Brook. Brook is always by his side, during the mornings when he brushes his teeth, to the night when they drink side by side. They’re always together.

[ buff pirate cowboy! ] Until they’re not. Now comes the topic that may be a bit rough, the real life equivalent of what we see Yorki suffering from. I'll list the symptoms and y’all can make what assumptions you wish, and again, I’m not truthfully claiming its any REAL ILLNESS, but I mean simply it is inspired by, acting the same and such. We see a cold compress, so it’s bothering his body temperature. We see sunlit windows, open to the fresh air as if that could help. We see spotting across his face, and hands; small wounds, growing in number. We see his hair, like a mock halo loosely scattered across the pillow he lays in, and it’s stringy now, not glossy or kept. His mouth his covered by a mask, so they believe its airborne/touch. These sound to me, a lot like a certain sickness, one passed by blood which is interesting given the scenes we see before this are Yorki and the members who now are sick, sword fighting with a rival crew. It’s also notable this sickness, and spots of this illness do not show up until the few month mark. Brook would have had to watch he changes wrack his body. Yorki, would have had to watch the changes wrack his body. The doctor states he's unsure what it is, perhaps the plague, but is treating it best he can, as what he believes it to be is unknown. But knowing what we do on old methods of that certain sickness, it would make sense. The mask helps, the spit and body fluids being a factor, but the idea of sunlight and fresh air helping is an olden falsehood. The men come into the room, and Yorki speaks to them through horse coughs, offering words of encouragement and laughing through the mask as they shuffle out. They know the truth of this serious matter, and Yorki does too. They leave, each crying their hearts out for perhaps they did not realize the truthful change until that moment. Brook certainly looks perturbed, staring blankly ahead at the bed. Note, most do not get too close to the bed, standing feet away, and not touching Yorki.

What a physical change from the man we saw before. But not too much mentally… or has it. He has a mask, mentally and physically still up; he gives them hope, tries, but… they see through it after months of his brushing off of the sickness perhaps.

After everyone leaves, Brook remains to stand, away from the bed until called. Called. Yorki calls to him, stating his name as he always did. “Brook.” “Yes.” And Brook comes closer, but not quite to the bedside, staring ahead with a blank expression. Than Yorki leans over, and grabs his hand, and in a flash of a moment Oda CHOSE for us to see, Brook looks disgusted. He grimences, brow furrowing at the wounded hand that touches him, but than we see what he sees lying in the bed; a weeping, broken husk. Yorki has begun to weep, sobbing as his confident facade is broken and melted away in front of his Vice-Captian. And Brook melts too, dropping to his knees and forgetting all of these ideas of illness, tossing any safety away for his crew and himself just to make Yorki feel seen, or perhaps because of his own need to love his dying partner. He clutches Yorki’s hand, and now we see the true damage the illness has done; Yorki’s wrist is thinner than Brooks. His arm is gaunt, and we see the bone. He is withering away, has been for months it seems, but Yorki always was good at excusing it with a confident smile. But now, in the bed, unable to stand and wracked and eaten away by something we can only claim perhaps as some blood related illness, he weeps before his partner. “Brook-” “YES? My Captain?” “Give them HOPE.”

I’ll just include the rest of the scene here for your own enjoyment.

I could dive into the fact that Brook believes he failed those words, or the fact the crew did not just die of poison, and their deaths were so gruesome the anime had to censor it. The fact Brook continues to “give the crew hope…” or the way he mentions he may not have made it out of the triangle alive.

However! That is for another day.

[slutpoppers]

Brook's grandline eyecatcher, One Piece.

[leftsidebonfire]

I think we as a fandom have forgotten that Brook used to have some really funky sideburns.

At least, I've forgotten until now ghhfhdhdbxb

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14. roleswap

Usopp is fifteen when the Rumbar Pirates beg and plead to recruit him to their ranks, on their hands and knees and everything. And while Usopp’s a way better and more accomplished pirate captain than any of them, he’s moved by their pleas. He agrees to join their crew, if only to make sure a bunch of rookie pirates don’t get lost at sea. It’s his duty as a great warrior of the sea to protect the weak; he can’t say no to a pirate crew in need.

Well, no. That’s not exactly right. 

Usopp is fifteen when he sneaks onto a pirate ship docked at the Syrup Village shipyard, falls asleep in the supply room, and wakes up half a world away with no way to get back home. When the Rumbar Pirates find him cowering beneath the deck, Usopp begs and pleads on his hands and knees to not be thrown overboard. 

And for some reason, Captain Yorki accepts, welcoming him to the crew with open arms. 

Usopp’s been their chore boy ever since, and while he can’t say he minds, it does leave him feeling wanting. He wanted to be a Great Warrior of the Sea, not mopping the decks every evening and hiding under them at any sniff of danger. He wanted more out of an adventure than that, but– well. For now, all he has are his own lies.

If anyone asks about why Usopp’s traveling with them, Usopp tells them a new lie each and every time. Every time he tells his story at port, one of his crewmates will call his bluff with a guffaw and a laugh, but he doesn’t mind. Somehow that’s easier to handle than admitting he accidentally joined a pirate crew, and they pitied him enough to keep him on as their chore boy. 

He’s not a bad chore boy, the Rumbar Pirates seem satisfied enough with his duties, and they even invite him to every music night and egg him on into telling stories. And they’re stories of his own grand adventures that he’s never had, and they all listen, but it’s not exactly what Usopp wants. 

Usopp wants an adventure he can be proud to wax on about, but it’s always just out of reach because of his own weak knees and weaker heart. He’s a very sane, rational person; he wants an adventure, but he also doesn’t want to die. Those two activities just overlap a lot more than he expected, that’s all.

So when he hears a rumor about a mysterious devil fruit that could keep a man alive forever, well. It sounds like the perfect remedy to each and every one of Usopp’s problems. 

It takes him a while to track down the rumor. Everyone he asks has a slightly different idea of who has the devil fruit and where they’ve hid it; an old pirate buried it on the island long ago, a witch high in the mountains hoards it for herself one day but is too afraid to eat it, a lone Marine ate the fruit by accident and now haunts the tunnels under the village. Usopp’s sure to throw his own theories into the mix, just to act as a red herring for anyone else looking for the fruit, but none of them pan out to be right. 

After digging useless holes around the entire island, trekking up an entire mountain side, and nearly scaring himself to death in the tunnels under the village, Usopp finds himself at his wit’s end. Every single rumor turned out to be false, every single lead useless. 

By twilight, Usopp’s sure he’s never going to find the Revive-Revive fruit. Grumbling to himself, he sits on the beach and throws stones into the water, enjoying the angry plopping noise they make. 

“Stupid Revive-Revive fruit,” he mutters, bringing his knees to his chest. “What was I thinking? If no one else found it, why’d I be the first?”

He throws one more stone into the ocean; now that his mission is a complete failure, he needs to find his way back to the Rumbar Pirates before they leave him here. 

Examining the coastline, Usopp’s really gone way too far from town. He’s on the other side of the mountain, the steep cliffs impossible to climb over. He’ll need to go the long way around unless he finds another option here, and he really doesn’t want to go through the tunnels again. 

Just under the cliffside, if Usopp watches closely, he thinks he sees a cave. The tide ebbs and flows around it, and by the way the water moves Usopp is sure that there’s something there. If that cave goes straight through the mountain, he’ll be back to the Rumbar Pirates in no time. 

Usopp wouldn’t normally enter a mysterious cave on the cliffside, but he’s desperate. He needs to get back before the sun sets, and he’s pretty sure this stupid cave is the only way to do it. 

The swim over is easy enough, even if the water is starting to cool. He has to battle against the tides to make it into the cave without being tossed into the coast line, but when he does enter he’s met with a small, cool cave, with a large pocket of air and a large alcove above water. 

Scrambling onto the land in the cave, Usopp realizes with disappointment that the cave goes nowhere. This isn’t the secret tunnel to the other side of the island, this is a complete dead end. All he can see are harsh, gray cave walls, barely dried and slippery, and a sandy shore. 

There’s a bright red X drawn in the center of the room, which is odd, but…

…but considering the rumors had a witch in the mountains, a man in the tunnels, and a buried pirate treasure, treasure buried in a cave under the mountain side seems awfully suspicious. 

Is this it?! Did Usopp accidentally find it?! He almost can’t believe it; after his entire failed trek around the island, did he actually find the Revive-Revive fruit?!

With his bare hands, Usopp digs and digs until, sure enough, his fingernails hit metal. The chest he finds is old and worn, and it takes a couple of tugs for Usopp to unbury it properly. 

When he opens it, his heart beating loudly in his ears, he sees it: the Revive-Revive fruit. The answer to all his problems.

Without even second guessing himself, Usopp surges forward and shoves the thing in his mouth. It tastes awful, but he’s sure to eat every last bite of the fruit. He doesn’t feel any different, he mostly just feels sick to his stomach. 

He’s done it. He’s conquered death itself, he’s conquered fear, he’s going to be a proper Rumbar Pirate and he’s going to be a proper Warrior of the Sea. No one can stop him now, not even Death himself. Death quakes before his power, even if he doesn’t feel any different than normal. Cackling to himself, Usopp preens at his newfound power. Then, he looks out to the exit to the cave, the exit that’s completely under sea water. 

Oh.

Oh.

His heart sinks; Devil Fruit users can’t swim, can they? Is he trapped here? Is he trapped here until he dies? 

He’d thought eating a Devil Fruit that brought him back from the dead would mean he’d have no reason to be afraid of anything anymore. Yet here he is, alone in a cave, paralyzed at the sound of the crashing waves just outside. What good is the Revive-Revive Fruit if he could still drown?

He wanted– well, he wanted to be more than what he is, an accidental chore boy on an accidental adventure, but now he’s just an accidental chore boy, trapped in a cave for all eternity because he didn’t think long enough to eat the Devil Fruit after swimming through the ocean. 

“No, no, no,” Usopp mutters, pacing alone in a cave. This one random cave, his eternal resting place. “I’m going to die. Wait– no, I can’t die. I’m never going to die. I’m going to not-die here forever.”

Panic claws at him relentlessly. It’s a familiar feeling, but what’s unfamiliar is his total and utter helplessness. There’s nothing he can do. The cave walls are impenetrable, the sand beneath his feet leads nowhere, and the water is out of the question. Oh, why didn’t he just wait?

Tears streaming down his face, Usopp does the only remaining thing he can do. 

“HELP ME,” he yells, with all the air in his lungs. “CAPTAIN YORKI! HELP ME!”

It feels like hours of yelling, pleading, until there’s a sudden splash in the water. Jolting up, Usopp holds the chest he found high up over his head to prepare and strike. 

“You don’t want to eat me! I can’t die!” Usopp proclaims, then throws the chest into the water, missing the mark entirely. 

It’s a good thing he does, because when Usopp’s gaze finally focuses, he sees Captain Yorki staring up at him. 

“C-Captain?!” Usopp says, falling to his knees. “I– I– what are you doing here?!”

Captain Yorki pulls himself out of the water, onto the sand shores. He frowns at Usopp, looking remarkably serious for how light-hearted he typically is, then shakes the water out of his hair. 

“You woke up the whole island with your yelling, kid,” Captain Yorki says. “And any of us could recognize your sorry yell from leagues away.”

Usopp’s so relieved he doesn’t even feel admonished. The Captain’s here, the Captain’s going to save him–

“--what the hell are you doing in a cave, Usopp? Normally you’re the only bastard I can trust to not get into trouble.”

–the Captain doesn’t know he ate a Devil Fruit. 

“Um, I–” Usopp starts. His voice sounds weak and raspy from all the yelling. “W-well, I saw a hapless creature in need, of course, a–” he tries to imagine why he’d end up in a cave. “--a whale! A baby whale, lost from its herd, and I, uh–”

“Usopp,” Captain Yorki says. 

“There’s no whale,” Usopp says. “I…”

He got into all this trouble for a Devil Fruit, and he doesn’t even want to admit it. He’s put the Rumbar Pirates through an awful lot of trouble, hasn’t he?

Captain Yorki sits down next to him, his own feet still in the water. 

“Let me tell you a story for once,” he say. “About how the Rumbar Pirates lost their chore boy on a terrifying island, and had to go on a wild goose chase to find him. All the townspeople kept telling us about how he’d been asking around about a treasure on the island. Something about a devil fruit, and a witch in a cave, and a skeletal musician.”

Usopp huffs; the skeletal musician was one of his red herrings. 

“The story that worried them the most was the one about their chore boy looking for a Devil Fruit rumored to be on the island. Especially when he never showed up, not even after sunset.”

“I’d never eat a devil fruit,” Usopp tries. By the Captain’s critical look, he doesn’t quite believe him.

“And then the yelling started,” he continues, ignoring Usopp. “Everywhere on the island we could hear our chore boy’s pathetic cries, and we couldn’t sail off without him, so–”

There’s no way that’s true. There’s no– he’s not even really a Rumbar Pirate.

“You wouldn’t set sail without me?” Usopp interrupts. “You’d have stayed until I showed up?”

Another long look, then Captain Yorki ruffles Usopp’s hair. “Of course we would’ve,” he confirms. “Can’t leave behind a kid who’d risk his life for a baby whale, lost from its herd, eh?”

Usopp sniffs. “You know that’s not real, right?” He scrubs at his eyes with the base of his palm, but he doesn’t seem to be able to wipe away his tears. “I made it up.”

Laughing loudly, Yorki smiles wide, looking way too amused. “Of course you made it up! We all know you make everything up. There’s nothing better for a crew of musicians than an excellent storyteller.”

“You didn’t have to eat a Devil Fruit for that,” he says. “We’d have looked around for you, anyway. Can’t leave our own liar behind.”

Usopp swallows thickly; he didn’t know they actually, really didn’t mind having him along. He just thought– well, he didn’t know what he thought. Maybe that they’d leave him behind for the next chore boy they found. 

“You’ve got yourself in an awful pickle here, though,” Captain Yorki says, looking out to the exit of the cave, frowning. “You’ll need to hold your breath. It won’t be pleasant. Is that going to be a problem?”

Of course it’ll be a problem. Usopp’s knees feel weak under him; what were the effects of sea water on Devil Fruit users? Something horrible he’s sure. Something painful and terrible and sickening and sure to kill him before he’s left. 

Captain Yorki waits patiently, feet kicking in the water. 

Usopp sucks in one breath, steadying himself. “Of course it’s not a problem!” he proclaims, tears in his eyes. “I’ve held my breath for longer than that! I’ve held my breath for years! I’ve…”

He hasn’t done any of that. He hasn’t done anything of much value yet, really. But if he sticks around with the Rumbar Pirates for a little longer, maybe he will.

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This is a lovely sentiment, but I especially appreciate that Brook gets a moment to say his own private goodbyes to his former crew, and of course that goodbye comes in the form of a song