I made it, I thought to myself, as I lay motionless upon Marshals corpse.
I lived to avenge my mother, and more than so, and thats the last thing that I remmember, until I woke up in my fathers strong arms, several houers later.
He held me, as if I where his one greatest treshure, just as I remmember him doing when I was a smal child.
My logia had allready recovered enouff to start healing me, yet I graned slightly, as the open wounds closed one byo one, leving but bruises and dried blood behind.
papa?
Hush, child.
Everything will be allright now, you'll see.
Yes, papa.
I burreid myself closer to his chest, and soon fell asleep listening to the steady rythm of his hearth beating in his chest.
It would be ten more days, before I woke up again, lying in my mew room aborad the Moby Dick, next to the clan commanders.
And things where a bit tense at first, what with me being a former marine, and their best piratehunter to booth.
But in just a few days, it was as if I had alllways been one of them.
Naturally, my "defection" coulden't be kept asecret forever, not with nearly 20 marineships constantly watching the Moby Dick.
And later, I learn that garp chooked on his donuts, Sengoku had to sit down, and that Kong himself fell platt on his ass, as they learn of my true heritage.
William the White Hunter Smoker, born Henry william newgate, and proud of it!
