Whitebeard Pirates Meeting Aces Little Brother!

2. Finally Found You •-pt 1-•

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"Woah! Look at him go!"

"Thirty belli says he stops at ten!"

"Your on! Fourty says he makes it to fifteen!"

"Your kidding right? A hundred says he makes it to thirty minimum."

"Your on commander!"

"Come on, brat, you could do it!"

Marco was debating whether he should stay or leave. He finished reassuring his siblings on the upper deck a while ago, he decided to head to the lower deck to explain the situation to his other siblings that weren't there when the commotion happened. Usually he would let them find out on their own though that changed awile ago to not cause panic.

He heard loud noises coming from the galley -abit unusual in their sorry state. When he entered, what he saw was, the brat from earlier shoving food down his throat like a starved animal, occasionally stealing food from others and gulping it down before the victims could talk -or atleast attack the stretchy hand.

When Thatch noticed him standing at the doorway, he dragged him to sit with them. Marco groaned and banged his head against the table.

"Oh, come on bud! Don't be like that, cheer up and enjoy the moment!"

He looked over at his brother and sighed, lifting his head up, he really needed a break from all this pent up stress. He watched his brothers and sisters laughing loudly and having fun, he couldn't help but smile.

"It's gotten more lively huh? -yoi'

"It has, I'm glad, it's been so gloomy these past few months."

"Where's jinbei? I haven't seen him since I've gotten here -yoi."

"Now that you've said it..."

Thatch looked around, seeing no fishman other than Nemur, though he did notice the brat saying he was done with an over grown belly. The pirates watched him deflate like a balloon in his seat, they all just stood there speechless.

"Well that was something..."

"Indeed -yoi..."

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Jinbei was walking through the halls below deck. When he got to his destination, there was a sign indicating that this side of the ship is for the commanders. He went in, counting the numbers framed on the doors in various designs.

'7,6,5,4,3,2...here.'

He stopped at the door with fire as a two with an orange hat framed on it. Jinbei knocked a few time, no answer, he started calling the person residing on the other side of the door.

"Ace. It's me Jinbei, can we talk?"

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"Ace, I know you can hear me, open up the door."

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"That's it, I'm coming in!"

The door was locked so he used sheer force to break open the door -also reminding himself to apologize to the shipwrights for this.

The room was a mess. Papers scattered around the floor, the table broken in half, the closet with broken doors, the bed that's supposed to be at the corner of the room is now in the middle at an angle, the mirror broken into pieces near the closet, and a hat on the messy bed.

At the corner where the bed should be, Ace sat sprawled up in a ball with a blanket wrapped around him, pillows surrounding him like a barrier.

Jinbei avoided the objects on the floor while approaching Ace. The commander didn't lift his head nor moved a single muscle when the fishman stood infront of him. Jinbei knew he's awake, hoping he's listening to what he's about to say.