Title: Our God Is A Benevolent One.
Word Count: 296
Character(s): Marco, Ace, Whitebeard pirates
Topic: Shenanigans
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): Whitebeard crew
Rating: T
Marco smiled kindly as he accepted the sloshing bowl from the native girl before sitting back on his throne which was, incidentally, lavishly decorated with flowers.
"You're not going to drink that are you?" Ace wrinkled his nose in disgust glancing at what was very clearly blood in the bowl.
Marco gave him a disapproving look. "The people here worship me as an incarnation of their god. If I refused their offerings it would be inestimable rude." He calmly took a slug of the still-cooling liquid. "Of course, if I did they'd assume the end-of-days was upon them and the streets would run red with blood."
"Right then," Ace wrinkled his nose "So, whats's with this outfit and the place of honour that was forced upon me. I mean this piece here is clearly a breast-band."
Marco nodded graciously to his latest worshipper as he explained "You were warned not to use your Devil Fruit on this island. It's your own fault that they now think you're my bride…or concubine. I'm not sure, the translation is a little dodgy."
The First Commander sighed in a put upon manner at the horrified expression of Ace and ruffled his hair.
"Cheer up, eh? They'll simply feed you well whenever you visit. It's not half as bad as that island where Thatch got married."
He cut off the younger man blandly before he could enquire "In a traditional wedding dress. A bet got out of hand."
Ace buried his face in his hands. "Only Thatch, Only him."
Marco snorted. "Hey, that's my high priest you're talking about there. Show some respect."
Meanwhile Thatch had donned the ornate headdress and was busy leading the local worshippers in a strangely familiar dance of worship that seemed to involve lots of booty-shaking.
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