(A/N): Hello! I'm so so so sorry for not updapting my stories for so loooong, but lately I've had a lot of health problems where I have had to go to the hospital more than I would like. And I just moved (Is it how you say in English when you change where you live?), so... yeah it was impossible for me to write anything. BUT! I already feel better and finally ended moving (well... I still have to paint my room... -.-'), so I'll try to continue writing. So as I continue with the next chapter I'll leave you this very short and very bad mini chapter. I'm sorry again!

    Another week passed. Although some sick villagers started to feel better thanks to the medicine provided by the monks, many people were still dying because the help came too late while others perished because they refused the treatment, still stubborn in believing the old hag's advice.

Inside the monastery there was uneasiness in the air since Penguin and Sachi weren't out of danger, their health had improved but they still needed to fight the sickness off.

-"I wonder when our brothers will come back."-Asked Urouge to the men sitting on the old wooden kitchen's table.

-"Yeah! I'm sure they're having fun visiting that town, while we're here working and doing their assigned duties too! And I'm sure they are having nice company, y'know since they're alone and all, and we only have a sour-faced priest to look at... hahaha"- protested a freckled monk munching on the bread (that he stole from his brother's plate), earning a cold glare from Trafalgar.

-"We have a SUUUPER shit ton of work upon our backs now!"- yelled the eccentric monk doing his signature pose and flashing his blue underwear to the others when his clothes shifted with his movements.

While the others started to shout and grimace at the gross view, Ace tried to steal more food from Sabo's plate, only resulting in Sabo punching him in the back of his head and shouting at him, creating a bigger ruckus inside the candle-lit led room.

It was a sight to behold. A pair of monks fighting over a chunk of bread like starving wolves, a not-so-prude monk dancing suggestively upon the worn out table, and the rest of the people that swore their lives to a existence based on purity and serenity, shouting, swearing like old drunken pirates and some of them even throwing coins at the dancer.

Any other day the priest would have stopped them immediately, but not today. The seven monks remaining, needed times like this, when they could just let their worries fly out of the window, forget about the two monks in the infirmary and the five others that still had to return from the supposed long trip.

Seeing them like this lifted a bit of weight of Trafalgar's heart, almost making him smirk.

- "Law. Do you think Penguin and Sachi will be okay? Should I go check on them?"- asked a flustered Bepo, not used to such displays of that shameless vulgarity.

-"It's not necessary. I checked on them already. I'll send someone later with some food for them.

-"If that's the case, I can carry it to them now."- Offered the ex-ship coater approaching them from his seat.-"I would enjoy better the show if the dancer was a beautiful woman showing her underwear, and not some brawly man with unshaved hairy legs."- Laughed the old man, making Bepo turn even redder and Law sigh at his monks' antics.