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Mars arose with the ocean's water buffeting against the hull of the Silver Ending, the sounds of marines running about on the deck could be heard easily from the shared quarters he was currently bunking in. With a deep sigh the blonde swung his legs over the edge of his bed and rubbed his eyes. His sleep was adequate enough as the worn bed had easily conformed to his form long ago, everyone knew it was his bed and no one dared take it when he was gone. Not that he really ever made it a big deal but it was nice that the men respected him enough for that.

A short series of stretches were done as Mars walked around the shared space while reaching for his uniform. Mars decided to wear a nice pair of slacks with a dress shirt, his marine jacket over it, for a simple yet professional look. "Morning, Commodore Mori!" "Morning, sir!" "Commodore on deck!" Were a few of several shouts that were heard as Mars made his way out onto the deck of the Silver Ending. A lazy smile was on his lips as he exchanged morning pleasantries with his fellow crew mates and even making occasional small talk.

Francis had been kind enough to give Mars the day to himself and the Wheezing Heron planned on taking advantage of that. It had been quite a while since he visited Orange town and wanted to get some freshly pressed juice. As he stepped off the ship he reached into his breast pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his the pockets of his pants. He smoothly knocked a cigarette out of the box with practiced ease and placed it between his lips before lighting it.

Mars took a deep drag and felt the warmth fill his lungs with ecstasy. It was of course ruined by a wracking cough that he was all too used too. A damned side effect of the Heron-Heron fruit, apparently birds didn't take well to inhaling smoke into their lungs. Despite whatever the docs told him otherwise, he wasn't nearly old enough for his smoking to have done this to him.

With that thought complete Mars began his trek into Orange town. His quest for juice would be end in success and wherever he went from there would be a surprise. As the commodore walked among the citizens he received many friendly greetings and smiles which he returned all too happily. It was nice to finally be acknowledged a bit for the work they did. It was a sad day when the local populace feared the Marines just as much as they would other rogue factions. Something that he was working on along with Francis. They'd root out as many corrupt forces as they could on their rise together.

Mars realized he was thinking too deeply about work again and actually laughed/wheezed to himself. "Man, Francis wasn't kidding. I've been working too hard lately, maybe I should go play chess or something." A wry smile was on Mars lips as he joked to himself about actually choosing to play that darn strategy game again.