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And now, it's hella short, but I did promise you guys time with the Whitebeards. Day four of Blitz Week, let's go see how pineapple head's doing.

Marco had been extremely stressed for the past few months.

One of his brothers had been murdered. Another had taken off for revenge. Pop's health wasn't getting any better, nobody had any idea what that bastard Teach was up to, and information on Ace was frustratingly, ridiculously hard to come by. The boy barely understood the concept of subtlety; how had he managed to stay so completely out of the news? There was next to nothing; just a few stray sightings, an incident in Alabasta, and a Marine report they'd tapped into ages ago.

Why the hell had Ace been delivering a letter to a Marine anyways?

Marco sighed and scratched the back of his head. On top of all that, he still had tons of paperwork to do. He should probably go work on that…

"Marco!"

Marco's head snapped up. Izo was rushing towards him excitedly, although he moved so smoothly it could almost be called a glide. It still impressed Marco that Izo could maneuver so well and so quickly in a kimono.

"What is it?" Marco asked.

"Good news!" Izo's eyes were bright. "We've picked up another communication about Ace! Come on, they're still talking!"

Hope, relief, and worry all swelled in Marco's chest, though he allowed only the barest hint of a smile on his face. "Lead the way, yoi."

Marco and Izo hurried down to the communications room, where half the crew was staring at a black transponder snail, all of them with varying degrees of confused expressions on their faces.

"…started talking crazy," the snail was saying, "crap about borrowing Portgas, like he was a freaking demon or some shit."

Oh. Crap. That didn't sound good. Marco exchanged a confused look with Izo, then drifted over to Jozu.

"What's going on here?" He asked quietly.

"I'm not entirely sure," Jozu replied, just as quietly, his eyes never wavering from the snail. Vista shushed them.

"…Armament Haki, too, is that right?"

"Yeah, cracked the damn ground and threw off my footing. Managed to wriggle out from under the seastone then, too."

Marco exchanged a confused look with whoever was handy- Haruta, in this case, who shrugged. Since when did Ace use Armament Haki? He usually depended on his Devil Fruit abilities in a fight.

"Interesting. Portgas has never been known to use Armament Haki before now, has he?"

"Not once."

"Hm. Was there anything else?"

"Yeah, one other. It was the damndest thing. Said- well, implied, really- that he was from the Revolutionary Army."

Marco's heart nearly stopped. A chorus of sharp gasps were drawn. Even Jozu was startled out of his intense gaze.

"The Revolutionary Army?!" The Marine demanded, as shocked as the Whitebeards were. "What were his exact words?!"

"After he started in about the 'borrowing' shit, I asked him what he'd have to be to do that kinda crap, and his response was 'you ever heard of the Revolutionary Army?'"

The Marine cursed. Marco felt like doing the same. "If the Whitebeards are involved with the Revolutionaries…" the voice trailed off into mumbling.

"Sir?" The other voice asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Go find Fire Fist," the first voice snapped, "We need to find out how he's connected to the Revolutionary Army."

The snail made a noise that sounded very like a stifled sigh. "Sir, I only found Portgas in the first place because someone called to tip us off, and we don't have any idea where he's heading."

"Well, then, place Portgas in the on the high-priority list. Raise his bounty if you think it'll help. Just get him!"

"Yes, sir."

There was a click, and the snail closed its eyes. The room's occupants reeled in silence. Marco's mind raced. Ace had never said anything about the Revolution before, ever- but then, he knew how secretive Ace could get. Dammit, Ace was going to be in serious danger now, even more so than before.

"Is Ace...?" Someone whispered, the end of their question falling off, unheard.

"I think," Marco finally said, "That we need to have a talk with the Revolutionaries." Any second now, the tension would snap and the room would dissolve into a riot. Marco wanted to get out before that happened. He quickly left to go track down Pops and another snail, just as the room erupted into loud yelling behind him.

Damn Ace. Marco wished that he'd stayed on the ship instead of taking off after that bastard- or at least brought a transponder snail with him when he took off. Marco wanted so badly to yell at him right now. That, and a stiff drink.

And that was our scheduled Whitebeard time. Also, we hear the end of the conversation Smoker was having.

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