The Whitebeard Pirates' Playground

Ch.12 - You're not Whitebeard (Part 4)

I'm sorry for my absence and not posting. The virus got me and I've been sick for a while.
But I'm back hahah! This chapter doesn't have as much content as I had wanted it to have, but I also wanted to at least get something published this weekend, so do please enjoy ^-^

Also, I have some very fun news for everyone in the end-notes!

With a head wrapped in bandages, Phoenix refusing to heal the bump that he had made himself, he had reluctantly led the Spades onto their ship and had instructed some members to help secure their boat when they arrived.

On his captain's command, he was giving the Spades a tour throughout their ship, showing them where all the important rooms were, such as the mess-hall, the infirmary, bathrooms, sleeping quarters, ...

While the members of the Spade pirates acted like anyone would in a normal tour, asking different questions and allowing Marco to already differentiate between some functions of the members. For example, being able to pick out who the carpenters were since they asked questions regarding the structure of the ship at places.
Their captain was suspicious of everything and even tried to look behind every single loose plank they passed. They had a huge ship, there were 'bout to be some loose and bended wooden planks in some places alright, don't judge them, their ship was safe enough to sail through the New World.

When Marco announced that they had just about seen everything and that he will now show them to the mess-hall, the freckled captain stopped him and came to stand in front of him, crossing his arms and looking at him with defiant eyes.

"Where does the old man sleep? Nowhere has been big enough for him." He knew the pineapple was hiding stuff. When this tour was over, and they had eaten, he was going to search around this place himself, he'll find their secret hiding spots and figure out their plans to rob the old man and put a stop to them.

Marco wasn't fazed by the distrust in his voice and simply answered without giving anything away "He sleeps in the commanders quarter-yoi."

Ace squinted his eyes "You haven't shown us those."

"Because there's nothing that any of you would need over there."

"I want to see."

With bored eyes Marco sighed "Fine-yoi, follow me."

Marching through the ship, they reached the quarters not long later.

"There, happy? The numbers on the door show which commander's room it is, and the captain's space is behind that large door at the end of the hallw- OOIII!"

Ace had sped-off towards the big door the moment he saw it. He'll see what torture-stuff they have behind there!

"HA!" he yelled after throwing open the door.

"...."

"...."

By now the other Spades and the first commander had caught up to him and were standing behind Ace, looking over his shoulders at a totally normal bedroom. Silence enveloped the group.

Ace stepped inside and touched various object as if they could explode or spit out knives at any given moment, but when nothing of the like happened, he walked out and closed the door.

"Hmpfh, you get away with it this time, spikey."

"Spikey-yoi?"

"He's probably referring to your hair." the first mate of the Spades gracefully supplied the info to him.