HRChapter 3- Danger
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Black clouds swirled overhead into a ghastly whirlpool. The Whitebeard pirates had slowly thrashed into firing range; cannons and thunder now melted into one single deafening roar. Lightning struck at the scene, splitting the newer recruits on both sides, from the more experienced; they either trembled in their shoes, or they just stood there, gritting their teeth with a determined glint in their eyes. There it was- Marine versus Pirate; the deciding battle to determine whether or not the Great Age of Pirates could be brought to an unwilling halt. A slow rain began to fall and Whitebeard called out to Marco, along with the other captain's of his different corps, to break into the prison. Reluctantly, they all obeyed. Marco wasn't happy about it… But that purple potion definitely sounded promising.
Yesterday.
"Captain Whitebeard, sir, what did you call us all here for?" The commander of the fifth corps asked the white mustached giant.
"The last island I visited had a very interesting shop. They made and sold Biblicards, and also sold a wide range of potions. This particular potion," He held up the vial. "sounded to fit my needs." And in between his middle and index finger, he flipped up a half burned piece of white paper. Marco remembered what Ace had done prior to going after Marshall Teach. His Biblicard. Marco's stomach dropped when he realized what had happened. If his Captain put faith into something, in this case, a vial of swirling purple ooze, then well, what could he do? His best buddy was dying, and he had to figure out how to help. Ace would do the same for him. Even at the cost of his own life. All Marco wanted to do was return the favor.
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Whitebeard stood at the bow of the War Galleon he called his ship. No crewmember dared to approach him. There was a gleaming, threatening smile on his face. It was no secret he was planning something, but of mysterious perspective. He looked up to the main guard wall where trembling Military Lieutenants fumbled with their rifles, but they wouldn't have been able to let loose a single shell because the giant sent them running with a single glance. They anchored at lightning fast speeds and docks were lowered to the main gate. It was a head on assault. But with a crew as massive in numbers, and even more in loyalty and spirit, it was the preferred tactic. Marines came pouring out of the gates and Pirates from the Galleon. Immediately there were noticeable casualties. Mostly on the Marines side…And the lower ranks. One of which was a boy, young as thirteen, with black shaggy hair that hung to his shoulders, and freckles dotted his face. From the higher wall, the silver haired captain watched one of those inhuman…..things kill his comrades. He had taken interest in one particular boy. The black haired one. With freckles. He went into battle with so much spirit. He had killed three Pirates before he was. He put up such a fight, but was brought down so easily…Smoker felt a tear roll down his face. How could he die so easily….?
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Whitebeard called out to the remaining crewmembers in earshot.
"LOOK EVERYWHERE!!" Marco looked back to his Captain, whom Ace idolized so much. "ACE HAS TO BE AROUND THE GROUNDS SOMEWHERE!! WE'LL EXCAVATE THIS ENTIRE SPIT OF LAND IF WE HAVE TO!"
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An hour went by. Ace had been dead for twenty two hours, but giving he had eaten a devil fruit, which increased body mass three fold, the decomposition process was slowed the equal amount. Whitebeard had about a month until his plan would be soiled by the natural process. Plenty of time. Success was all but promised. But it would take some time to kill every marine on this island. Already, he had seen half of the inhabitants, which half was already dead, so a quarter of the Marine scum was accounted for. And the numbers were rising- Three eighths, four ninths, one half. One half of them were dead. And the Pirates were winning. Smoker couldn't bear to watch. He snuck away unnoticed and hid away in an alleyway. An action he thought he would never do. But he did. The Captain wasn't any different than them. And he sickened himself. He heard screaming and the cannons. Debris flew across the sliver of light that still allowed him to see. At one point, a mangled body of one of his subordinates flew through the air and messily slammed into the wall of the ally, sputtering blood on the walls and Smoker's face. He tried to ignore it, and fall asleep, following the path of a certain narcoleptic pirate. He was so close, but he cold still hear the cannons echoing through the storm. Then the building to his right collapsed.
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So, yeah, I know that was a short chapter, and you still must wait to find out what happened to Luffy. But I will update soon! I promise, and if I don't within the next two months, I will give you all a cookie! And a Zoro plushie! And maybe an Ace plushie if you review!