[Shrugging as he starts untying the dock lines, hauling up the fenders (sandbags that take the brunt of being smacked into the rock dock and sparing the hull from damage as the waves push the boat about) as he goes. He leaves the last line tied at the stern just for now.] Aa... well... the Grand Line is a vicious place, and it's just habit by now. [And I'm a Devil Fruit User out by myself with no crew to jump in after me.] You never know what the sea is going to throw at you.

Want to help me get these sails ready for raising? We need to get up five. The mainsail, the topsail, the staysail, and the jibs.