Star's pov.

I woke up at the break of dawn, yawning big and wide. It's funny that even after I went to bed at the regulated time I still woke up tired.

Why? Well that was because my bed wasn't any more comforting then a wooden plank with some worn out sheets thrown on top of it to look good, Then again that could have something to do with it actually being just that.

A plank of wood with sheets on top of it to make it look what you would call a bed.

I thought that since I got promoted to commander, I would be able to have a decent bed or even a decent view of my island.

But no I didn't get any of those gorgeous (but haunting) views that the others got. (The others being the 4 commanders and 2 generals that control our War clan.)

Anyway on this island full of luscious forests and a (terrifying) but beautiful rugged mountain terrain. I got a splendid view of our Training hall.

Which is nothing to be happy about. I so luckily got the dirty blood stained coliseum that was our training grounds. The hunting memories and scenes laid there outside my window. As a constant reminder of things I rather not remember.

It makes me wish I had the trees and the overgrown vegetation that surrounded this island. I would love to stare at that sight before I pass out with a wonderful bottle of booze in my hand. Maybe if I had the trees at I wouldn't need the beer.

But then again, while the the views of the forest may be beautiful. I still heard and saw the pain, blood, and screams that would always resonate from those same trees.

I hated those places not because I had some child hood trauma (which I did) but because these were the place where I had no choice but to show people that I was stronger then anyone that stood against us.

That was the place I proved my greatest strengths and weaknesses.

Those weren't good times for me. Still isn't.

I hated showing off my strength. Most of the time because I know i'm strong, and I know the ones that matter know it as well, so no one else really needs to know what I am capable of.

But still that doesn't mean i'll shy away from a battle for fear of showing my strength, all my scars and my demeanor showed that I never turned away from a battle.

Yes despite how act I was still cocky, I mean, if you're as awesome as me who wouldn't be? Actually you didn't read that i'm not cocky at all.

Anyway I guess you're probably wondering why doI get the dirt and not the trees? Not because I am dirt, which according to my longest rival Knives I am, but because I command and train the fresh recruits, the ones with natural abilities, (Which makes life easy) and the ones without natural abilities (which makes life hard). Yay me!

Being pulled back to reality I went to my tiny pile of clean clothes in the corner of my tiny squared room. It was tiny enough to be considered nothing but storage room with a window. However my window did have a small fake balcony that I never used.

Anyway. I picked out our standard uniform which consisted of A long sleeved White shirt and white pants with jet black combat boots. However I grunted at having to put on my shirt and left it off for now.

As I sat down and started tying my shoes, I looked out through my hole called a window and frowned at the sun's sudden approach.

I may be a little late again today.

But hell I've been their commander for 6 months now, so they can start without me.

That made me smile even though I hatted being "promoted" (Forced). I still loved having some perks of being an officer. Which did not include the room sadly. It did include more freedom around the Island as in me being able to arrive semi kind of late. Sad thing is I can never get it away with it yet.

Today could be the day.

I moved over and put on the white shirt I mentioned earlier which fitted me well, but also had a fine set of light chain mail( that was made here on this island) woven in to it. I then walked over to my armor stand which held all my armor. Two gold shin guards, two gold arm guards, a complete gold decorated chest plate and a gold helmet.

I smiled at the glorified carvings in my chest plate. It was decorated elegantly with gold swirls and designs that curved in with my breast to make a heart shape, I inspected it for a bit longer, closing my eyes and waiting for the feeling of confidence that swells through me every time I put it on.

I grabbed it and slipped it over my arms and my head letting it fall and fit me perfectly. Then I moved and put on my black strap that held my quiver tightly on the side of my curved hips as my bow was strapped on my back behind me. This isn't its permanent place I change where I put it all the time.

I didn't bother with anything else. It was heavy and weighed me down. All I needed was the chest plate.

I then took That women's whip and placed it on the opposite side of my quiver so the right side through a black sash around my waist as well. I let my fingers trail across the shards of glass for a second before I snatched my hand away and concealed it in its place.

This whip was a trophy. A hunting trophy but a trophy none the less.

I put on my black wrist guards and gloves so that my fingers did not get slashed with the feathers from the arrows and it also held a great deal of string that I tied to my arrows.

I then looked at my maroon hood, ( it was once red but it was so faded it no longer was) and sighed. I reached for it then I shook my head and moved to look in my tiny mirror that had a small sink underneath it.

I leaned over on my sink and looked at my scarred face with disgust and grunted. It wasn't that it was completely ugly, at one point I was very beautiful but that was before I had more then a 7 day battle with a women above my own rank, age, and power.

Because of that battle that I had sorely mistaken to be won from the beginning, My face had four terrifying scars.

The first one and biggest was a nasty pink scare running diagonal across the right side of my face starting at my right temple just missing my eye lid and stopping at my lower right cheek just under my chin.

Another scar was a tear drop forced in to the left side of my left eye just underneath my tear duct.

Apparently my past enemy liked making designs, the third was just under my neck tracing down from my just under my and down my neck. (it was remarkable I wasn't dead the only thing that kept me alive was my haki which at the time was still very weak.) The last one was across my left ear and stopped and connected with the tear drop and my nose, so it looked like the tear drop had carved its path in to my cheek straight sideways.

Looking at all my scars in distaste I threw my hood over my face so that it covered up most of scars and completely covered eyes, the only thing that showed was my mouth and if you looked closely the tiny pink scars that line weren't as significant as my main ones but still worth hiding.

Good thing is since my eyes are covered I never have sunglasses. And I don't run in to things because, I have a very good command over Two of the three Haki's. Kenbunshoko and Busoshoku Haki. So I just depend on Kenbunshoko for my sight and the other for everyday life here on my large and haunting home.

I moved out of my room quickly as to not getting caught by whoever else may be here in the hall, but just as I left my room and closed the door gingerly behind me. I run in to the same woman I was trying to avoid My leader, General Karen.

Instantly I froze and slowly turned around with a goofy "sorry?" Smile.

She quickly gave me a nasty look and said "Leaving so late again Star?" I looked down at her approaching blood thirsty smile.

"No sir." I stated sternly. She put her hands on her hips her green cape not reveling anything about her expect for the bulge of her rocket launcher on her back (let's not get in to that freaking contraption of hell) "You sure? Looks to me like you and your division need to jump the pillars till there the ones teaching you a lesson." She stated.

I held up my hands and shook them violently in protest. She was a huge fan of abuse and over working me,

"No no. I have learned my lesson I'm sure of it." I stated trying to save my ass and my divisions. Knowing them they'll get mad at me for causing it then there'll be turmoil then ill be screwed so lets not have that.

She shook her head "20 whole laps by yourself you can decide how many your division gets." She stated walking off as I begun to dread my life.

I sighed and began to walk after her determined to change her mind. When she waved me away from following her and said "Oh yeah don't forget your regular duties today. Mistress wasn't pleased with your work yesterday." And walked off turning the corner.

I stopped mid stride and bit the part of my hood that dangled in my face and yelled my frustration in to the red fabric, this day couldn't get any worse.

And I just fricken woke up.

Marcos pov.####

I really wanted to yell in frustration, but being the clam relaxed man I am I put my brothers stupidity to the side.

I have every right to be upset, it had only been a few days since we had last visited an island, and already we had run in to the problem of supplies. The problem? Thatch had some how used our whole food supply in one grand party for Izo becoming a commander.

I believed this whole thing was I'll thought out. Especially Izo becoming a Commander as of right now because we lacked the men for him to command.

That just reminded me on the next island not only do we need to get more food but we got to get more people too.

"Fuck!-yoi" I said out loud to myself as I leaned over the edge of the Moby Dick and looked down at the wake on our path to the nearest island.

Watching the waves calmed me down quickly enough, but soon the more relaxed I got the more I knew that we still needed to solve these problems.

I ran my head through my Blond patch of hair and felt strands of hair as they fell out and in to my hand. I stared in disbelief.

At the rate things are going i'll probably be fully bald within 3 years.

I shook my head once again and turned around to go tell Pops my new found information when suddenly I saw a glimpse of Thatch's pompadour dart from behind me.

I frantically looked around to find where he had gone to see a some what empty deck. No one was near me and Thatch was no where to be seen. This was becoming very suspicious.

I began to wonder what he was doing behind my back. Realizing that he probably put a kick me sign or something stupid or childish like that on my back I started to slap the back of my grey ,sleeveless, vest when I felt.. I felt...I felt nothing.

I frowned and shrugged off my suspicions. Thatchs small joke was not an important part of the problem, food and men where.

I trudged over to Pop's grand chair and looked up at the great man that I cherished deeply. Whitebeard, Newgate, The Strongest Man in the world, Pirate, Monster, whatever you wish to call him he is Pop's to me.

As I approached his gazed fixated on me and he smiled "Why the long face Marco my son?" He boomed giving a questioning look. I shook my head and made a motion down to the mess hall.

"Thatch did it again-yoi. He used up all our supplies in a grand party for Izo. So we will have to stop somewhere else to restock very soon. And I don't see any islands nearby do you?-yoi" I asked him rhetorically.

Pop's laughed and caused the other occupants of the deck to turn there heads and look at us. "Well my son I don't know about you but I see an island in the Distance there." He raised a missive hand to point to an Island that I could barely make out in the distance even with my increased eye sight due to my new found abilities as a Phoenix.

As I looked hard at the island I felt like face planting, of course the island would be right in front of me. I sighed and nodded "That wasn't there a minute ago-yoi" I stated. Pops laughed and nodded "Of course it wasn't son, no need to worry, head below deck and tell the others welwill arrive in a few hours," I nodded at his commanders and headed off.

As I turned my back to him I heard muffled laughter coming from the others around his chair. I felt my eye brow twitch in annoyance as Pop's silenced them. Still I heard a small voice say "ah Marco?" I shook my head and waved the voice off as I went below deck to find the others and inform them of our unexpected changed.

I didn't know how big of a change it would be.

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