'you know, when we said you're hair was a bird's nest, we didn't mean literally.'
ace looked at them curiously, 'what do you mean?'
thatch pointed above the newest commander, where a phoenix slept atop his head.
'oh that's not a bird, thats marco.'
thatch put his hand to his chin in thought before nodding, 'hope pops doesnt find out.'
ace winced at the cook's words, everyone was well aware of their pop's fondness of the phoenix. the man would not budge when marco rested on his lap, when asked he would claim fear that if he did move, the phoenix would not return.
which was a complete lie seeing as how the zoan rarely denied his father's offer, he was never far from the large chair that shadowed the deck in general. ace guessed that the old man just didnt want to get up and his son napping was the perfect excuse.
ace shook his head to get rid of the thoughts, earning a small squawk from the sleeping bird.
ace apologized softly and continued to the galley, it was noon and he was starving.