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edit: 5/11/18

Thatch whistled. "That looks expensive."

"It's probably a noble's ship, yoi," Marco replied, an unimpressed look on his face as he looked at the ship from a distance. Thatch murmured a low 'well that explains everything' and Marco snorted. Of course it did, the ship practically reeked of arrogance and riches if the gold-plated railings were anything to go by. Ace turned up his nose.

"Ugh, nobles." He said with a tint of disgust in his voice. "I hate nobles."

"Don't we all," commented Vista.

From beside the swordsman, Jozu cracked his knuckles. "At least we know they're loaded. With food." Those two words acted as if they were the pirates' calling, and said pirates immediately followed Jozu in cracking their knuckles and brandishing their weapon. They all stared at the ship like animals to their prey, smacking their lips in anticipation. Ace cringed. The fact that they changed a lot within the span of three weeks boggled his mind, but was also understandable. Anyone would go crazy after having three weeks of just fruits.

As the ship sailed closer, Ace could feel his excitement building up in fires. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest, his adrenaline pumping as he gripped on the railing. He was an adrenaline rushed, hungry man who have been living peaceful days on a pirate ship. And heavens knew peaceful was not his style. "Can we go now, Marco?"

"Not yet, yoi. They're not close enough-" As if knowing what the commander was thinking, the ship suddenly changed course, going perpendicular from the Whitebeards. Marco twitched.

"But they're going away!"

"Namur, change of plans. Break their rudder, yoi." The fishman saluted and jumped onto the railing, toppling backwards after that to fall into the sea. "Then we can do whatever the hell we want. We're hungry and we're freaking pirates. Right, Oyaji?" Marco glanced at their father with a smile, his eyes holding a dangerous glint of future carnage.

"Gurarara! You're right as always, son. Go and run amock for all I care." The pirates cheered at that, and got ready with their own weapons. Some opted to stay and watch, but the new ones and some Commanders were all lined up to go. They waited for shouts of confusion to form on the other ship, and honestly, they didn't have to wait that long. From a distance, Namur waved when he reached the water surface, and that was enough to serve as a sign to attack. And so they roared.

It was hectic, and kind of hilarious. Sabo watched as the navigators ran around like headless chickens trying to figure out why the ship had stopped moving. Did they enter the Calm Belt? The blonde could still feel the wind on his face so that probably wasn't it. Did it have anything to do with the pirate ship they tried to avoid? Sabo could bet all the money he owned that it was because of that. He couldn't help but be in awe though. The Whitebeard Pirates? Of all the people they had to run into, it had to be them? He couldn't really decide if it was a curse or a blessing.

From the stories he heard from Garp from when he was a kid, the old geezer had claimed them to be monstrous, a threat to the Marines but a soft tone overlayed all of that. The nobles however, didn't even bother to hide their disgust. His father had went as far as forbidding him to read newspapers, in fear that the news about pirates might influence him. So hell if he knew if the Whitebeards were one of the nice pirates or not. And he didn't really give a shit- He was going to be free after all. He could feel it in his bones. The sea was calling him.

But before he do all that freedom stuff, he was going to have to find a weapon first. There was no guarantee on what will happen, and he'd rather not risk anything should the pirates turn out to be actual jerkheads. Despite the tingling feeling that something unexpected was going to happen, the blonde smiled as he walked away from the chaos to find some kind of a sword- or better, a pipe. He chuckled, wondering what his father would think of him if he were to see him right now. He'd blow a gasket, that's for sure.

Amusements aside, time to start planning.

A/N: Big chapters are comin' up. That's all.

Salutations, then, I guess.