Ace: Alright people, lets get this show on the road!

Eager much?

Marco: Shouldn't he be? The sooner we get Vulpes' dad out of the way, the sooner he can get his head out of his stubborn ass, yoi!

Amen to that!

Ace: Hey! I resent that statement!

To Wolfshild23: Yup, shit is about to go down….

To The Son of Whitebeard: Oh yeah, she is in SOOOOOO much trouble.

I am sorry that this has taken so long, but I have had major writer's block!

Ace: Course you have…. (Insert sarcasm)

Marco: I don't blame her, our personalities are hard to write.

Marco's POV:

Okay, I'll admit it.

We were all pretty freaked out.

Vulpes' dad was supposed to show up today, and she was actually cowering below deck in one of the storage rooms.

Frankly, I probably would too if my dad was a Warlord, the Greatest Swordsman in the World, and had a glare that could send lesser men running screaming for their mothers….

Ace was fuming off to the side, shooting me glares occasionally. He was convinced that this was all my fault and he actually was right for once...

If Vulpes and I hadn't made such a big scene at Sabaody, this wouldn't have happened.

A small coffin shaped boat appeared on the horizon. Event though it was midday, green flamed candles shined their light.

Darcule Mihawk, in all his dangerous glory, sat right in the middle of it, lazily relaxing on his chair as he sailed closer.

I instinctively gulped as I met his piercing gold eyes, and for the first time in years, I felt fear….

Vuples' POV:

I was utterly terrified.

I could smell my father's scent as he got closer, and he was radiating anger, fear, protectiveness, and most of all annoyance.

He was royally pissed off, and he was coming here to get me.

I was screwed.

Then I realized something, something important….

...NONE of the guys had even ATTEMPTED to bug me so far today.

Why?

Maybe they were just as worried because I seemed anxious?

I took a deep breath in, mentally prepping myself for what I was about to attempt, and opened the door of the storage room.

I made my way up onto the deck, ignoring the surprised looks I was getting as I passed members of the various divisions.

By the time I actually made it up topside, Dad was already on board, and was having a stare down with Whitebeard. They were flanked by all of the Commanders, and each one was sending Dad a different version of a death glare. I gulped as all of their eyes suddenly focused on me, no doubt sensing me as soon as I walked on deck.

Dad's gold eyes settled on me….

….and I was nearly floored at how much emotion I saw.

Third Person POV:

Even Whitebeard froze as his piercing god eyes met her unrelenting electric purple.

Any bystander would agree that the power they gave off was nearly suffocating.

"Vuples..." He said shortly, his voice neutral.

"Dad." She answered back, her voice just as emotionless as his.

"Explain." He demanded.

"It wasn't my fault." She said shortly, keeping her perfect poker face on. "I found out that Ace had been taken by the Whitebeard Pirates nearly a week before the incident. I was on edge, and my temper was ready to snap at the slightest thing."

"I probably could have approached her differently." Marco offered, cutting in. "I could tell that she was on edge, and I stupidly provoked her regardless." Vulpes shot him a look that said, 'No, ya-think?!', as Mihawk's eyes focused on him. Marco suppressed a shiver, trying not to shiver under his gaze.

"If anything it's my fault." Ace piped up. "If I hadn't gotten into that fight with Jimbi none of this would have happened."

Mihawk leveled his stare at the younger man, and Ace met his eyes defiantly, completely unafraid.

"Get your things Vulpes," He said, turning back to his daughter. "We're leaving."

Vulpes didn't move a muscle as her eyes grew colder. "No." She said, her voice flat.

Mihawk raised an eyebrow at her. "What?"

Vulpes turned away from him, and walked over to stand beside Whitebeard. "I said no Dad." She reiterated, turning to look at him. "I like it here. I'm accepted for who I am, I feel safe, and I don't intend to leave."

Mihawk started to glare. "You know that I can protect you." He said.

"Maybe I don't want to be protected anymore!" She shot back. "You've sheltered me for my whole life and I'm sick of it!" She stepped up to him, her eyes level with his. "You've taught me everything you know, and my style has only evolved from there. You know that I'm more than capable of taking care of myself! And you sure as HELL know that I'm not a naive idiot! So why do you insist on protecting me?!"

His eyes softened minutely. "Because I'm terrified of loosing you." He whispered softly, too low for anyone but her to hear. "Adoptive or not, you are still my daughter. And if the idiots that run the world government ever decide that I am too much of a wild card, they could use you against me. You are the one person I would sacrifice my pride and honor for."

Vulpes' eyes went wide, as did Whitebeard's (because his Observation Haki was strong enough that he could hear what the swordsman was saying.)

He was actually admitting it? "Who are you and what have you done with my father?" Vulpes deadpanned.

The smug bastard actually had the nerve to chuckle under his breath. "I know I won't be able to change your mind." He said, his face turning serious again. "But I will ask you to be careful, and to watch your back."

"You know me dad." Vulpes said, smirking at him. "A wound to the back is a swords woman's shame."

His lips twitched into the slightest smirk. "That's my girl." Mist swirled up around him, concealing them both as he pulled her into a quick hug, and jumped off the Moby onto his own.

Vulpes shook her head, a small smile on her face as he disappeared over the horizon. She turned around as the mist cleared, facing the rest of the crew, giving Whitebeard a fanged grin.

"Looks like I'm sticking around awhile old man!" Marco gave her a smirk as Ace gave her a toothy grin.

Vulpes: 'Grins' That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be!

Marco; Speak for yourself, yoi!

Ace: Yeah, for a minute there I thought your dad was going to kill us!

Oh come on, he wasn't that bad!

Ace; Yeah, but you were the one writing, not face to face with him!