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Winners eat breakfast twice

Alexia glared at Thatch from across the table as she stabbed the egg on her plate with her fork. Everyone was aware of her death glare and could almost feel the annoyance radiating off of her. Haruta and Izo snickered next to Thatch, Marco ignoring them completely.

"Are you done trying to kill me with your eyes?" Thatch smirked at her.

"Not until I don't hate you anymore for making me get out of bed."

"I didn't make you do anything." Thatch grinned wickedly

"You could have been an amazing big brother, and just brought my breakfast to me. But nooo, I had to get out of the warmth and comfort of my bed, just to walk in the snow to get my breakfast." Alexia glared impossibly harder.

"You mean the warmth and comfort of Marco." Thatch jabbed, causing Izo and Haruta to snicker more and Curiel to spew coffee through his nostrils as he attempted not to laugh.

"That's exactly what I mean, and if you remind me about what I'm missing out on one more time I'll stab you harder than I'm stabbing this egg." Alexia gave him a daring look.

"Well obviously you still need to get laid because dang, you're in a mood." Thatch rolled his eyes. Marco's eyes widen at Thatch's brazenness as Alexia attempted to stab Thatch's hand with her fork, barely missing it as he quickly moved it under the table.

"I don't know Thatch, maybe it's because I haven't killed anyone within the last few islands, why don't we test that theory and you can tell me which knife on board feels the sharpest to you." Alexia's eyes twitched as she grinned at him with ill intent.

"Thatch, you probably have ten seconds to run and I can tell you she is much less merciful than me." Marco said nonchalantly, continuing to eat his food.

Thatch quickly got up, running out of the dining hall. Everyone was silently watching from their peripheral vision for Alexia to pursue him. Looks of confusion filled everyone as Alexia grinned, reaching across the table and grabbing Thatch's plate that was still full of food. She sat down and began eating the contents on his plate with a satisfactory smile.

"Dumbass deserves it." Alexia smirked as everyone sweat dropped.

"You're not going to chase him down and severely hurt him?" Marco chuckled curiously.

"Nah, I'll just make him feel paranoid and look over his shoulder for the rest of the day. Chasing people down and punishing them seems to be more of your deal. That's just too much energy for me."

"Your really cruel little sister." Haruta admitted, "I like it, you should definitely pull pranks with us."

"No!" Marco called out immediately, "You have no idea what she's capable of, no one on board deserves that punishment."

"It's a deal." Alexia grinned, causing Marco to groan.

"Enough with planning the downfall of the Moby you two. Let's get ready to head out." Marco sighed, giving up.

"Wait, heading out?" Alexia stared at him in slight disbelief.

"There's supposed to be an island close, we need to check it out." Marco nodded his head.

"Nooo, it's too cold. There's snow everywhere, and the air hurts my face. Why do we have to go anywhere where the air hurts our face?" Alexia whined.

"Not a fan of the cold?" Curiel laughed.

"No, I'm a creature of comfort and not a single part of this screams comfort." Alexia pouted.

"Get dressed in warm clothes, Pops wants to see us before we take off." Marco laughed, walking away from the table.

Alexia shivered as she walked thru the cold climate on deck towards her room. She winced as an object smacked into her face, before falling in front of her feet. She mentally murdered the messenger bird that flew away from the Moby, as she picked up the newspaper lying at her feet. She smirked as she noticed the main headlines was from island Pop's had placed under his protection. The navy completely dismissed the major issue of slavery on the island, instead focusing on "Pirates once again throwing the world into disorder". She remembered Marco telling her about Pops takeover of the island as she faded in and out of consciousness in the medical bay. Remembering the events reminded her that her body still hurt like a bitch. It was if life refused to give her body one day of feeling normal.

No matter what she did, she couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. She shook her head as she threw on another layer of clothes. As if the cold weather wasn't sign enough that something was ill fated to happen. Knowing Marco, he would take his sweet time scouting the island, in which she could only imagine she would freeze to death. Groaning she headed out, hating Thatch even more for making her leave her bed too soon.