Thatch looked at Marco, and decided that he was better off left alone. Lest his best friend acted on the homicidal thoughts that were surely going through his mind, if the twitching eye was any indication. So he turned to his Pops, and saw that the man was still laughing.
Sheesh, wasn't like I wanted the damn fish to take the oars.
So he turned to his last companion. "Hey, Vista nice weather we're having", Thatch grinned at his brother. "No, Thatch, it's not nice. And thanks to you, we lost the oars." Vista grumbled.
Thatch pouted "Nu-uh not my fault the fish wouldn't stay long enough to-"
"But it is your fault for trying to fish, by attacking the fish with the oars" interrupted Marco.
"Well who forgot the finishing equipment?" Thatch asked.
"You did, you baka!" shouted Marco and Vista.
"Now now, brats, we were all part of this trip and none of us packed anything so we are all at fault not just your brother, though he should have know better than to use our oars to fish." placated Whitebeard.
Marco and Vista resumed their glaring at the clouds as Thatch looked mournfully towards the water, hoping to find the damn fish that stole his oars. Because he was the only one staring at the water, Thatch was the only one to see it. Just below the surface, it was too far to make out exactly ...but it looked like a child.
Without a second thought, he jumped in.
The splash came as the shock to the other three, as none had been paying attention to Thatch.
"Idiot, come back!" shouted Vista, but Thatch just kept on swimming. Marco almost jumped over the edge, when Thatch went under. Only held back by the knowledge that as a devil-fruit user, he would be of no help to his brother.
Eustace was being pulled up, he felt arms wrap around his torso. He didn't know who it was, but he wanted them to let go.
Everything is so peaceful in the water and nothing could hurt me. He was done being hurt, he was done caring, so this person had better leave him alone.
But, against his will, he found himself being hauled onto a boat with three men already on there. Two of the men were pretty tall, but the third was ginormous.
He looked at the man at fault for saving him and glared.
"Why'd you have to do that for?" Eustace demanded, as he tried to throw himself back into the ocean. But he knew that even if he made it back in, the peacefulness was gone. And it was all that man's fault.
"Hey, brat. How bout a 'Thank you'?, seeing as my brother just risked his life to save yours, yoi." the blonde pineapple told him.
So Eustace glared at him instead, "Well I didn't ask him to save me did I?" he retorted, from the arms of the man who saved him yet again by stopping his mad dash toward the sea.
Eustace turned to glare at the red-haired man who was still holding him.
"Let me go, put me down this instant you baboon!"
Thatch smirked at the kid, impressed at the young one's insults
"No. I think I'd rather not take that risk kid. Cause the first thing you did after I let you go, was try to jump back in. Even though, you clearly don't know how to swim. So I think I'll hold on to you a while longer."
And with that he sat down, with a lap full of squirmy demon-child.
