The essential principle to having eloquently ecstatic levels of humorous applause stemmed from one property, comedic timing. How joyous the news appeared when a pair of low-ranked, low-skilled, marines approached him stating that the Commodore wanted him to check something out as a favor. To check out a wreck of supplies that, in his opinion, shouldn't have been transported to a place that should be creating it's own things. But it was completely fine with him, he wasn't a Marine so he didn't rightly care about what their objectives were. He was more concerned with getting things done. His job was to clean up the messes of the World Government, and this did constitute as a mess.
So he was happy to do his job opposed to remain in bed with the voluptuous figure whom he had explored for the past few nights of staying here. It didn't take him long to get himself ready either, maces inside of their bag and his pulled the strap over his suit. He'd go without his signature hat today, slicking his hair back and smacking the plumpness of the females posterior as he made his way out of the complex itself and out of the guest room he stayed. It wouldn't take long to get towards the pier, but directions stated that was not his location, he had to go to the wreck that was on the east of the island itself. It made him laugh a bit, you'd think sailors would know how to...well you know...sail.