Hello, there.

This is my first fiction which is written in English. Please undertand if I made soooo much mistakes. English is not my first-language. If someone could help me beta-ing this story, it will greatly help me and make me really happy ^^

As we know, One Piece belong to Oda and I own nothing but the plot. And the cover image, well.. I took it from Google.

Wish I could entertain you with my story. Enjoy!

Whitebeard sat on his chair, seemed so relaxed. He gulped down his sake, acted as if he did not see Marco's disapproval gaze. He knew he made his children worried sick with his habit but how could he help it? Sake was as important as water in his life. Well, aside his beloved family.

Right now he waited for a certain D, with a familiar moustache and chesire cat grin. The last time they met, they got drunk together with a certain marine who loved to play with cannonballs. Whitebeard wondered what he wanted to say because this time, Roger looked so serious about something. He did not even say anything fool, which was so weird. Because Roger was a fool.

"Son," he said to his oldest son in his right. Marco just shot him an annoyed look.

"Do you want me to take off all of your sake because you finally realize that you was greatly pissed me off, yoi?"

Whitebeard shot him an amused look, before gurara-ing him loud. Marco looked more annoyed with him. Today he just broke Marco's rule of sake. Usually he could only take a few bottle of sake because Marco was so strict about how much he took for a day. But Thatch helped him, so he could enjoy more than he should. Which was resulted in Thatch unplanned 1 mile swim.

But none of those two looked guilty. Whitebeard loved Thatch's ways of annoying Marco. Loved how his sons interacted to showed their care and love towards each other. And Thatch loved to helped his Oyaji, especially if it could annoy a certain commander.

"In your dream, Marco. Your most beautiful dream, if I may add. By the way, any sign of Roger?"

Marco only shook his head slowly, looked less annoyed. Whitebeard hummed, his oldest son looked in a bad mood today. Everything he did or said would only met his oldest son annoyed look or unimpressed gaze and sarcasm answers. He scratched his un-itchy head.

"OYAJI! Roger was spotted in our right side!" Haruta yelled from the crow nest. Whitebeard nodded when he heard it before turned to Marco.

"Go on, son. Ask him what he want to say. I am afraid this is a bad news for all of us depend his seriousness."

"Yeah, Oyaji." thats what all Marco was said.

Marco turned his back from his Pops before stopped so suddenly, piercing Whitebeard with his well-known glare that made even other commanders wanted to run for their lives. "And dont think that I wont realize of you dare to take another bottle of sake when I am gone, yoi. Dont even think to ask Thatch's handful hands, too. Or else I'll take all your sake, Oyaji. I am so deadly serious. Believe me, yoi."

Whitebeard nodded, slighty worried over his sake. Marco went away and for a while it felt so peacefull. It was not too long when Marco came back, with a certain D carrier that he was waited for so long (completely exaggerating). He stood up from his chair, waiting for Roger.

"EDDIE!" Roger beamed and ran towards him, did not even care with his children unbelivable look. The Pirate King ran towards their Oyaji, his GREATEST rival, with such familiarities and friendliness. Whitebeard shot him annoyed look before moved aside, got Roger fell on the deck in the process.

Roger moaned so long and loudly, still lying in his back and finally Whitebeard saw Marco's first smirk during this day.

Well, it was not only Thatch whom enjoyed others people misery.

"What happens, Roger? You called so out of the blue, asked to come here as soon as possible. Said something important had to be done. Mind to tell us why?"

Roger sat up and shot him a serious look. "Do you, any of you, realize something about my coming?"

No one said a thing. No one aside Marco.

"Where is your crew, yoi?" he asked with his usual, bored tone and face. And that was when everyone realize. Roger came here all alone on a small boat with his jolly roger.

"Yeah, I am glad that one of you have a brain," Roger said with his wide grin. Marco only rolled his eyes.

"I leave them behind, of course. I am the captain and could do anything I want, especially when I am the King of Pirate," Roger said. He turned his head towards Whitebeard.

"Can we speak in private, only two of us? I can't risk anything about this. It will be better to lose my life than risk this thing," Roger sain in a very deadly serious tone.

Almost all of the crew gasped. Everyone planted a surprised-look at their own face. Even Marco can't maintained his poker face, completely shocked with the Pirate King's words. Only Whitebeard who could stay as calm as before, gave him an understanding look before turned his head over Marco.

"Marco, can you take all of our crew to an uninhabited island and leave us two here?"

"I can, yoi. There is an uninhabited d island not too far from here. Just.. Don't drink too much. I can't take the two of you getting drunk too much, yoi."

Whitebeard was on his way to answer when Roger bypass him.

"Don't worry, Marco. I won't let your Oyaji take even a drop of sake. This is serious, we should not be intoxicated even just a bit so we will not take even a drop of sake. Consider this as my way to help you keep him in check."

Whitebeard blinked. And so did Marco. As well as the rest of the crew. Roger, the fool, annoying, and selfish Pirate King when it came to sake said he would not touch sake even a drop.

What date was today? What day was it? What kind of celebration that beheld anyway?

To had Roger acted this way. Thatch looked at him in disbelieve.

"You will not support him to gulp down some sake?" Thatch asked.

Roger nodded. Thatch stared dumbly at him, and Roger did the same. Marco sighed, gave up with his fate today. To met such a strange moment, to had a bad day and confusing event.

"Well.. Well. I guess I will just leave the two of us. Just.. Just call me if you need something, yoi."

Marco leave those two and then asked everyone to be prepared when they needed to land. Roger sat down beside his old friend, and together they enjoyed the solitude as they waited others to land.

"Pray to tell me, Roger. What happen with you today? Did Rayleigh threat to cut you moustache again?"

Roger laughed as he shook his head. "No, of course not. But he did have the same look at you do now. Disbelieve, hesitate. Actually, I want to ask for your help, Ed."

Whitebeard looked at his friend in disbelieve. With what Roger had right now, what kind of help that he could do for him? But the weight of his serious tone was everything but fake. It was a pure intention.

"Mind to tell me, Roger?"

Roger took a deep breath while he looked away to the south. He smiled softly before continued what he was thingking.

"I am going to disband my crew. Hand myself over the Marine with Garp's help. And will be excecuted."

Whitebeard blinked. He looked at him, and then Roger did the same. They just kept looking at each other for a few times and then Stefan barked, broke the tension.

"You must be kidding me," Whitebeard finally said.

"Why should I?"

"Well.. First, you came alone. Second, you told Thatch that we would not touch even a drop of sake. And now you just say that you would disband your crew. Did Shanks put a magic mushroom again in your meat again?"

Roger shot him a neutral look, almost a kind to Marco's bored look. Whitebeard took a deep breath, knew he was damn serious.

"I told you that this is something I am willing to risk my life. Why would I make a joke about it?"

"Yeah. It just hard. Just.. Look at you now. You have a loyal crew. You have the strengh. You even become the Pirate King. You are both feared and respected. And now you said you want to disband your crew. It just... Unexpected. Believable, but totally unexpected."

"I know. Even Rayleight said exactly the same as you did."

"Why do you do this?"

Roger gave him his grin. Not those familiar grins or stupid smile. But another level of his grin that brought some warm feeling over his chest.

"I have an uncureable sickness. It would affect my life. I had it for a long time by now and I decide that it is the sign. The sign for me to end my crew, Ed. But it was not the only reason."

Roger took a deep breath and looked away to the horizon. Whitebeard followed his gaze, and saw nothing but the calm sea, so peacefull till it felt so wrong with this kind of conversation. No one broke the silence before Roger decided to continuedm his reason.

"I do not want the Marine hunt down my crew, even if I die. That's why I disband my crew. And hand myself over the marine. Garp has his Justice, his honor and we both respect him enough to call him a friend. I have told him, and he said he would help. I guess I shocked him, but he took it well enough just like you do. But there is something I dont tell him, which was why I need your help."

"So.. Why dont you just do it with your crew?"

"I.. Am not sure."

"Then why would you do it?"

Roger shot him his sly smile. "What would you not do for family? Especially when you will get your blood-related child soon?"

Whitebeard smirked at him. "So, it has something to do with Rouge, huh? Okay. Give me the plan."

Roger gave him his trademark grin and told him his plan. They got carried away with their conversation, plans, and sometimes tried to think what would be happen if they really do what they planned all along. When Marco came back with the rest of the crew, all he knew was both Roger and Whitebeard just laughed together about their younger self.

No sign of sake. No sign of everything but their happiness. Marco took a deep breath.

Well, hoped those two old man did not plan to do something crazy was his only wish.

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Just to be proved perfectly wrong in the near future because he just did what Roger asked to land in the uninhabited island with the rest of the crew. So Marco and everyone would not overheard anything and no one would do anything agains those two old man's plan.

And Marco did not regret his choice back then. Even in his death.