With different eyes

Surprise of the lunatic family

Lucia's POV

I see some people standing at the railing. More and more men gather there and beam down at us. Ace waves his arms frantically. He just jumps on the railing and forgets something crucial: Me!

I roll my eyes and sit down on the Striker. Ace will probably remember that I can't jump up there. Or at least Marco will remember. To keep myself occupied somehow, I splash around in the water with my hands. I squint up and see everyone greeting Ace joyfully. Marco stands at the railing and grins down, then I see him glance behind me and then slap his hand on his forehead. Smirking, I point at Ace, after all, this stuff isn't my fault, it's Ace's. Marco goes over to Ace and talks to him. Unfortunately, that doesn't solve my problem, because I'm still sitting here. 'Ace?' I ask. Ace looks down over the railing at me. "What is it?" asks Ace. "Didn't you forget something?" I ask up. "What is it?" asks Ace down. Marco smacks Ace on the back of the head. Ace head whips around and he asks Marco annoyed, "What was that for?" Marco gives him another head butt with a twitching eyebrow while the others are already laughing like crazy again. "What did you forget?" asks Marco. "Nothing!" says Ace, confused. I myself watch the spectacle from down here. It's better than any comedy show.

Marco lets the air out of his lungs and collapses. I guess the recovery wasn't long enough. "Get Lucia up!" is all Marco says and nothing else. You can literally see a light go on in Ace's head. He jumps down and takes me in his arms. The next moment I'm already on the Moby. Ace sets me down carefully and my trousers slip down a little. It's a good thing my top is so long, because I can only stop my trousers at the back of my knees. Behind me I hear Ace laughing and the whole deck is laughing. That's the problem with not being able to close your trousers. With a flushed face, I pull this treacherous piece back into place, even though I'm afraid it won't stay there for long. Marco comes up to me with a grin.

"Don't the clothes fit any more?" he asks, coughing. I take a deep breath, I would like to hide in bed right now. Speaking of bed. I turn to Ace, "If you're going to laugh at me you might as well bring the stuff up." Ace nods and continues to try to keep on his feet, not particularly succeeding. I walk up to Whitebeard and say, "Hello father." he looks at me and says with a grin, "Good to have you back!" at least he has the decency not to laugh openly. "We brought you something!" says Ace, who, with the help of the others, has brought the things on deck. "What's all this?" asks Marco, irritated. "Ask Ace!" I say, shrugging my shoulders. Ace explains and everyone starts looking at the things. And as expected, everyone is excited about the pirate theme. Marco looks around smugly. I am curious to see what he has actually done. Because it's clear that he's planning something. By now I know that grin.

Ace jumps around like a weasel and suddenly runs towards Whitebeard. He has the barrel with him and beams at the old man. "If you keep grinning like that, we'll all need sunglasses in your presence," I remark, but Ace simply ignores me and throws the keg to Whitebeard. Whitebeard takes the opportunity and continues to drink. Are all old warhorses the same in this world? I sit down on the floor and look at Ace. "Yes?" asks Ace. "Don't we have something else we wanted to show the others?" I ask Ace. He looks at me first and then jumps up. He rummages around in his trousers and pulls out the ultrasound picture. Marco comes scurrying up and wants to see the picture. "What have you got there?" asks Marco with interest. "An ultrasound picture!" says Ace enthusiastically and looks at me to see that he has said that correctly. I nod in agreement.

"A what?" Marco asks irritated and wants to take the picture out of Ace's hand. But unfortunately Ace doesn't want to share and pulls it away. "Look don't touch!" he growls and points it in Marco's direction. Marco frowns, probably wondering why Ace is suddenly so stingy. Usually he always shares, unless it's food. Ace shows him the picture, grinning broadly. Marco looks at it and blinks. "Is that...?" asks Marco with a strange undertone. "My child!" confirms Ace enthusiastically. And as if that was the starting signal, suddenly men come from all corners and want to look too.