"Yes, that's what men call me. The kind and generous Captain Usopp!" He posed a bit, nose in the air, to let Bridget appreciate his unique and powerful profile for a moment.

But then storytelling time was over again, and he took another bite of his muffin before asking, "What do you mean by ruined, though? Are the seas made of poison or something?" The island Usopp had grown up on was so small that there was literally nowhere you could stand that the sea was out of the range of vision, although it might be blocked out by trees or houses at spots. Life without the sea was unthinkable. Even the brief journeys they'd made onto larger island-nations had left him wanting to get back to the ship.