A Fire spirits rekindling!

Brothers instinct

Marco frowned as he watched Thatch go under deck. Marco assumed Thatch was heading to the kitchen.

Marco frowned, Thatch never started anything early unless he was upset. Sometimes angry, but it's hard to get on the man's bad side like that.

Marco looked around and figured it would be okay to go below deck as well. The pirates yelled their retreat they shouldn't have anymore pirate related problems for the time being.

Marco walked below deck and went through the halls. It didn't take long to get to the kitchen, where he found Thatch.

Thatch was still frowning but smiled when he saw Marco. "What are you doing down here? Don't you have paperwork to fill out?" Marco frowned. He was going to have a lot of paper work to fill out. He wasn't excited to try and research why Kaidos crew would attack their own. He's sure the damn brute can understand what it means to have war with another Yonko.

Marco shrugged. "Looking forward to it." Thatch laughed before looking back at his tray of assortments of cheese he'd been cutting.

"You met the kid?" Thatch stopped before nodding. But he didn't continue messing with the cheese. "Back on the last island." Thatch said with a sigh. Marco frowned, "what has you upset then, yoi?" Thatch sighed.

"Dunno, I just feel bad honestly." Marco grinned slightly. "And you call me the mama hen?" Thatch dropped his knife but made no eye contact with Marco. "Well I'm not a chicken!" Marco frowned. He didn't bother correcting him, after all, Thatch was just trying to change the subject. Thatch was just upset that he was right.

"Though... I can't help but feel like I've seen him before, yoi." Thatch raised an eyebrow. "You didn't even go on the island." Marco nodded. "I know, he just reminds me of someone, that's all, yoi." Thatch shrugged. "I'm sure you've met your fair share of black haired kids." Marco shrugged. "Yea you're right, yoi."

"Course I am." Marco rolled his eyes. "Well, he seems like an interesting kid." Thatch shrugged. "Even had me fooled, didn't seem like a spirit at all." Marco raised an eyebrow. "Didn't seem like a spirit? What does it take to seem like one?" Thatch thought for a moment before shaking his head. "I guess you're right, but you know what I meant."

Marco nodded. "Well, I'll leave you alone, yoi." Thatch grinned. "Yea, I hope you have a ton of fun." Marco frowned before shaking his head and turning around.

Ace was laying on the deck with his hands behind his head. He looked at his arm a bit ago, and it looked... Alright? Well, it doesn't look great, the bruising has practically colored his shoulder blue and purple. His side is doing better than his shoulder. Most likely due to the fact that he moves his shoulder much more than his torso.

Doesn't make his hip any better though.

Ace heard people scrambling around the deck. Sounds like people were fixing things and moving things around. Probably shipwrights repairing the damage caused by the beast pirates.

He watched as Marco walked across the deck to a room he couldn't be bothered to name.

Marco seems like an important guy. Probably has work to do.

Ace grumbled as he sat up. His shoulder was stiff, it hurt to move his arm around. Nothing he couldn't handle, he's had way worse. Ace is going to complain about it anyway.

Ace scratched his head as he looked around. Again, after so much action, he was bored. Ace watched as a rather tall guy with a large moustache went to the side of the deck.

Ace walked behind the guy, he seemed interesting, well he was as weird looking as he was interesting.

Ace panicked slightly as he felt someone walk through him. He will never get used to it, even though he's been a spirit for as long as he can remember.