And another party.
Great.
Marco suppressed a sigh. (Why are we even celebrating again? Noting happened in the last four days.) He thought, while keeping an eye out on his siblings. Watching how they where enjoying themselves, laughing, screaming, dancing... And drinking. Of course they where drinking. But here comes Marcos biggest issue. When they are getting drunk, their Pops does too. Because, why should he be not allowed to drink at a party?
"This is gonna be a long night-yoi..." He mumbles and excuses himself from his fellow Commanders by saying he would check on those who are having watch the next days. Making sure, they weren't to hungover or unable to stay awake and such. It was a great excuse, because firstly it was the truth, secondly they couldn't argue against it and thirdly he would be away for some time.
So, Marco gave a little nod as an goodbye, bevor heading toward the lower deck. He knows, there was the biggest part of the crew.
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"That's so unfair. Why do I- WE have to be up here! It's midnight and full moon! Not a single cloud in sight! Every approaching ship would be seen as soon as it would cross the horizon! We are the Whitebeards! Nobody would dare to attack us!" Finny 'argued' with his brothers.
Finey nodded and Finley hummed, both were jealously eying the party beneath them. The triplets had watch. And they had watch for the next 3 hours too. They wanted to party, it was unfair that they had watch! But they couldn't do anything against it. It was their turn and they had to do their job. And so they did.
Finley noticed with the corner of his eye a dark spot on deck and turned towards it. Just to see how one of the crew lit a candle again, which seemed to got blown out. From this far, he couldn't see it properly, but the whole deck was now ligten again, so it wasn't a problem. It did made him a bit sad. If the candle would be unnoticed, he would have gotten the chance to go down to his family and could have enjoyed the party for some moments. Before he would've relighten the candle himself again and then have gotten up, to his brothers.. Or course.
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The party was like every other party they had. Ever party was some kind of special and different from the previous ones, but all of his children would enjoy it as much as he himself did. Whitebeard emptied his cup again, grinning and watching his family having fun.
Then, he felt something. Something was off.. Not in a dangerous way, he would have felt it if something dangerous would approach them... But something was about to happen.. He knew it, felt it...
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"Buddy!" Thatch called out, grabbing for the young male in front of him. "wanna play cards with.. us?" he blinked. Did he hallucinate? It wouldn't be that surprising if he did.. It happened before. But he never imagined some of his brothers. When he accidentally eats some mushrooms that weren't for him or dank somehinhz he probably shouldn't.. Everything was just wayyyyyyy more colorful and felt squishy.. Did he drunk too much? "Nah..." he mentally waved this thought goodbye and spotted the boy he had aimed for, some foot away. He shrugged, not really feeling like catching this one, so he just grabbed another pirate that was unfortunately in his reach. He wanted to drink and play! That was a party after all!
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Vista polished Jozu's arm with a Handkerchief of his, telling him how to polish properly, so he would be more shiny. Namur sat besides them, taking a sip out of his mug every now and then and enjoyed the conversation.
He had nearly finished his drink, but he didn't want to risk getting up to get a refill and possibly missing a part of this hilarious interaction. He had a hard time holding back his laughter.
"Evening, Commanders." A unknown voice piped up, getting the attention form all three of them. Namur looked away from his brothers, spotting another one. Namur wasn't sure if he knows him.. Maybe a new one? He did smell like the rest of his brothers. Like the sea and booze.. And a bit like Thatch.. If he had to guess. "Could I ask for a little favor?" the newcomer asked, looking kinda embarrassed. Namur took in the apperiance of the teen.
He was tall grown, had wavy black hair, which where covered by a rather ridiculous looking but awkwardly fitting cowboy hat. He had freckles, if Namur isn't mistaken and wore a dark shirt with black shorts.. He made a sight that wouldn't be forgotten easily... He looked kinda wrong.. But thanks to the booze Namur couldn't and wouldn't pinpoint what was wrong by looking at him. Maybe the short and the shirt sent fitting.. Should he get Izou and ask him? Izou would be pissed if one of their brothers would be walking around like a fashion disaster and nobody told him..
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Whitebeard took in his surroundings, letting his eyes roam the deck, looking at every single one of his children, trying to make out where this sudden and short spike of immediate danger came from. It was gone as fast as it came. He waved Marco back to his side. "Marco?"
Marco only nodded in response. He had felt it too. It was the reason he made his way back from his division members and towards his Pops. "I felt it too-yoi" and with that, he turned around and started to subtle search the Deck for the cause of the feeling. He didn't liked it.
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Namur was a bit caught up in his thoughts about Izou, but thrown back into reality by a motion from the kid. Said one waved his own tank a bit. "-and I said I would drink it.. But that's some hard stuff and I have watch duty in the morning.. Is there a chance one of you could use a refill? He wants his tank back... Empty." The Brat even blushed. He was definitely a newer member. You only once let Thatch mix you a drink. Twice, if you had a death wish and it didn't work the first time. Only experienced drinker could handle Thatch's mixtures.
Namur laughed about the mistake the brat had made and nodded, while getting a clap on his back. The kid handed the drink over, looking really relieved. Marco drowned the thing in one go. (Ouh! That's a new creation..) he gulped again before clearing his throat slightly. "Oi. That's good stuff!" he heared himself say, while he was about to hand the now empty tank back.. Only to notice that the kid hat run off again. He and the others shrugged slightly, before Vista continued with polishing Jozu. Thatch would get his tank back anyways.
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Marco was still searching the ship, when suddenly an alarm goes off. A really specific Alarm. Thatch had kept this one for himself and it went off, whenever a poor soul got tricked or trapped by him in one of his stupid pranks. Marco let out a low snarl, already feeling the headache and the upcoming paperwork.
The alarm was still brawling, while he made his way across the deck and snatched thatch on his cravat. "Thatch..." he glared at said cook. "What. Did. You. Do. This. Time." Marco stared him down, fingers clutching the rever of Thatch's jacked tightly.
Even though Thatch is a bit taller than Marco... Marco if terrifying when he is just a tiny bit more annoyed than usual.. so Thatch made himself a bit smaller, letting Marco loom over him like... Like Marco.
Marco was worried. He and Pops had felt a upcoming danger wiht their Haki. What if someone got seriously injured by Thatch's Prank?! Why isn't the Alarm stopping? "Thatch. Say. What's the prank." Thatch only mumbles about treasury and an Alarm... Marco was able to add all the important parts between those two words.. But he wanted to hear it from Thatch. He needed to!
Just when Marco decided to shake Thatch sober, the door that leads into the ship burst open, a Teen stumbling outside, looking panicked.
Marco just needed to take one look at the kid, to know that he wasn't part or the crew. And after another look, he knew that he was an thief, probably shaken up by accidentally activating Thatch's prank and thinking it was a real Alarm. The kid had a small chest under his arm. It belonged to them. Marco himself had found it.
Marco let Thatch go, straightend his stand and walked towards the Brat which had managed to board without them noticing it. He stared the black haired kid down, a bit suprised said kid didn't froze in it's motion when it registered all the eyes on him. He didn't even look fearful, wasn't shaking... (Interesting.. Why are you here, how did you do it. Who are you to be stupid enough to do so-..) He watched how said kid backed slightly up and made its way towards the railing. "Who are you?"
The kid packed his robbed treasure inside a bag, like he wouldn't be surrounded by the strongest crew in the seas.. That Kid was dumb.
"Heyyy nice to meet ya! Wait a sec, yes? I'm just.." Marco watched him carefully, doing something behind his back, near the railing.. Marco couldn't clearly see what. "Okay. There." the kid ended and they heared something clicking, making many nervous and cause them to point some more weapons at the kid. The commanders gathered in the meantime between Marco and the rest of the crew.
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Namur felt a bit sick. The kid he had talked to, was an intruder. A thief.. And he had eaten something from that thief.. What if it was the reason he felt so drunk? More than usual? More than he would?
He stared at the kid, holding back his question, afraid he was right and got poisoned.. Marco was talking to the boy, so Namur had to wait. He felt drowsy..
And the kid? He was just standing there, his Aura radiating a feeling of peace and happiness, his stance relaxed, a grin in his face and his hands buried in his pockets. Why did he look so relaxed. It made Namur feel uneasy.
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"I'm really sorry I interrupted your party. I really enjoyed it here... But I have to go, okay?" the dumb brat smiled. Marco interrupted him and denied him to leave while coming to an hold, directly in front of the kid, his arms deffensly crossed. "I don't think you are going anywhere, anytime soon."
"Yeah... I think I do." was the laughed reply. The kid wasn't dumb, it was crazy. "But hey. It's okay. I'll surrender, okay? I'm not stupid." the thieve said, stepping closer. (Crazy and stupid it seems.) Marco concluded, while eying the hands of that kid while they moved upwards. Marco made a step himself and grabbed him by his wrists.
Suddenly Marco was janked forward. He hardened his grip, determined to not let the other escape. He felt how the kid gave in... The next thing he really registered were a pair of soft and warm lips, roughly smashed against his own, kissing him. He leaned against a stong chest.. Arms wrapped around his own torso, holding him in place.. But those lips.. They kissed him with such a passion, such desire, it made him lose all his breath. This kiss was amazing.. Absolutely stunning, breathtaking, searching, arousing.. Marco couldn't stop himself and a soft moan escaped him, he heared the other giving a moan too. He wanted more.
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(Why is the teen kissing Marco?) was the last thing Namur thought, bevor everything went black. He didn't noticed how he fell on deck, scaring the shit our of everyone. He was already counting his piranhas swimming through a hoop.
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Marco broke free when a loud sound startled him. He whirled around, only to see one of his brothers on the ground... (he's breathing. Good) After making sure of that with a second look, he turned again and stared at the teen. At least he wanted to... But everything was kinda cloudy.. And where did the kid go?
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They all watched, how the kid made his next move, he jumped backwards, up on the railing, holding his balance by spreading his arms. He was grinning like a madman. That kid was absolutely insane! He had the audacity to bow in a playfully manner, while saying in a clear voice "I hope, we won't see each other ever again, Whitebeard pirates. I enjoyed my stay, but it's now my time to leave." and let himself fall backwards, showing off an insane smile.
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Marco felt how his fathers Haki washed over him... Confusing him even more... Marco stared at the point the kid had been standing just moments before.. Touching his lips...
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Thatch watched, how the teen bowed and let himself fall over the railing, probably loosing consciousness from the wave of Haki. The kid straight up fell into the sea, the waves swallowing him immediately.
Some of his brothers dived after him, wanting answers, revenge for their commander, the treasure.. But non of them managed to get a hold of him, he got pulled away too quickly. Namur, the only one who could have got him, was down for the count and currently on his way to the infirmary.
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Whitebeard was...he wasn't really sure what he was.. Annoyed because of the crashed party? Angry because one of his sons got injured? Concerned that someone managed to sneak on Board? Amused because Marco had never looked so confused before? Interested, because this thieve-kid was different? Curious about its motivation to be crazy enough to do such a thing? The kid got balls. Sneaking onto the ship of a Yonko, stealing from him, poisoning one of the crew, fooling everyone, kissing the first mate useless in front of everybody while he was about to get arrested and even bowing while escaping... Whitebeard hadn't witnessed something like that for years.
(... I'm responding more to whitebeard than to my actual name... Is that concerning? I still have sake... Let's do damage control... Should I dip Marco into the sea?) he looked around and ordered to start searching the ship.
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