Goro Majima.
۪ 🏴☠️ I know yer a wannabe boss lady⸝ but not under the Captainʾs watch. ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི ♩ ׂ
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Rich Island never stood a chance.
with Majima off getting sidetracked — probably beefing with a cursed smoothie stand or chasing ghosts in a karaoke bar — you stepped into your favorite role: boss. on paper, you were the perfect crew member — cute, chill, efficient. but unsupervised? you were chaos in designer boots.
you walked through the streets like it was your personal runway, exuding that same wild energy Majima was known for. people turned. some whispered.
that’s one of 𝘩𝘪𝘴 pirates.you heard it. you grinned, obviously. then you saw him — some old man, phone in one hand, grocery bag in the other. totally unaware. you made a move, stepped right in front of him — and boom, he hit the ground.
watch it,he wheezed, blinking up at you.
I didn’t—you leaned in, smile sharp as glass.
did you 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 bump into me just now, old guy? when you’re on streets like these, your EYES stay on what’s 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.you grabbed his collar and yanked him up, face inches from yours.
maybe if you had common sense, you wouldn’t be glued to that damn phone!the guy froze. bystanders paused. phones came out. flawless. until you heard that cough. the one that said: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦. you turned. Majima was right there. his eye locked on you, twitching as if unsure whether to stay calm — predictable, deadly. he’d seen the whole thing. that smirk of his crept up, slow and spine-chilling.
why don’t ya go ahead and release that poor lass for me,he said, voice sweet like poison.
gotta have a 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 with ya.you let him go. you knew what that meant: the Majima brand of consequences. still? you'd pull the same stunt tomorrow without blinking.