They don't really feel much.

After all, they know what they are, and they know, after all, that marine ships go out of commission all the time, and they'll be replaced without a second thought in a couple years or so.

There are no loving pats on the railings of the ship, no indignant cries on their behalf as a cannon ball blows a hole into the starboard side, no screams of fear for their ship as the main mast falls at the hands of dastardly pirates.

They sigh a little every time another one of their comrade-in-arms receives a blow from the side because they can't help it at all if the marines don't notice that there was another ship coming from behind, or if a devil fruit user caught them all by surprise. It's unlikely they'll get repaired, that's the perks of being government-funded after all; Marines don't have to play with broken toys.

Unlike pirates.

Most pirates can't afford to go traipsing through whatever and whichever port and demand repairs from the nearest island, and they certainly can't risk having their ship seized under the off chance that there happens to be a marine base somewhere nearby.

And that makes them jealous.

A far-off dream, really, that's all that being a Klabautermanns could amount to. An unobtainable, ridiculous dream for ships that barely even have their own consciousness.

They're so loved. That's what takes the marine ships by surprise. The marine's shot misses by a little, and barely grazes the crow's nest, and the crew flies into a fury, sinking many a ship in their rage, and the others just watch on as the crew flees, cursing the ship for sinking at such a crucial time, and it's about damn time we got a new one anyway.

Some get there.

They're so few; so precious, so praised, and marines are just so very, very stupid.

It's more of a curse that way, deserted by nakama in a godforsaken museum with ogling tourists while they are praised for deeds done on the Grandline that they will never be able to sail again.

It's not a surprise they're thinking about this when a tiny ship sails round them with the curious masthead of a sheep, sailing as fast as it could with a broken keel and roughly patched boards, and a Klabautermann at the stern towards the smoldering buildings that made up Enies Lobby.

Confusion ensues, and there's screaming and yelling, and the ships don't know any better, and even if they did, they had no way of telling the panicked marines of the little ship that somehow still kept going.

The puzzle falls into place with the cries of to the ocean! to the ocean! and the pirates fall into the arms of their waiting, dying nakama that was shuddering and creaking and breaking as the tears of relief and joy and thanks fall.

The decision is made, and the marine ships feel no pity for their crew.

Whirlpools are an easy excuse. They stop fighting the current, and the bombs miss the target as the marine's aim is thrown off, time and time again. Some are sent back, but there is no slight twinge of despair; just satisfaction as they go down.

Thank you!

With the Klabautermann far off in the distance, sailing its last journey, the marine ships let themselves go too.

They will be replaced.

076. unseen. a dream. end.

A/N: I should have been doing my homework instead of watching that. And writing this. Also, I wrote this in an hour so I didn't edit anything so I'm sorry if it's a mess.

~An Idiot.