Bridget knew it, but thought that the way the young man had asked was, without a doubt, the sweetest way he'd ever heard. People usually assumed (and were wrong) or glared at him and demanded to know (and were hit) or else they found out the hard way (Poor Johnny).

He brought up a hand and laughed behind it, the feminine gesture contradicting his next words. "I'm a boy," he said, smiling warmly. "And don't worry. I get asked that a lot." He hoped Captain Usopp wouldn't dismiss him now. He liked making friends and exciting stories sounded like a great way to pass the time.