Marco's POV

Marco was stood in front of his friend's door, yet he couldn't bring himself to actually knock on it. Luffy and Dragon hadn't come out of their cabin all morning, they'd missed breakfast, which was very out of sorts, they both loved to eat.

Vista put a hand on his shoulder, smiling reassuringly. Jozu gave him a little pat on the back, it felt more like a wallop. The blonde took a deep steadying breath and knocked.

The sound bounced off the wood, his hallow tap was all that greeted them, the two people inside remained silent. No answer came...

Marco sighed, slumping his shoulders sadly. He was tempted to barge in like normal, however after last night, having heard what had happened between Dragon and Pops, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

The teen felt awful...

He had been told about Dragon's history, and it was just Marco, nobody else. Pops had decided he needed to know because he was good friends with Luffy. As Dragon was always tagging along behind Luffy, it kind of applied.

Marco suddenly understood them both a lot more and like the saying goes: 'With knowledge comes power'. Or something, to be honest it felt more like a depressing revelation then power.

What bothered the Phoenix was that if this was what had happened to Dragon, then it must have happened to Luffy too. And that thought made his stomach twist in painful knots.

He could understand Dragon's attitude, he'd be bitter towards the whole world too. However Luffy was so different from his brother, he must of had these awful feelings too, yet he just let them go? He couldn't believe that.

"Maybe we should come back later."

Vista said softly, he give him a sympathetic look, he didn't really know what was going on, but he, like the of the crew had been told to cut the brothers some slack.

Jozu nodded, he gave his older blonde brother a hug from behind, like normal all his air was knocked out of him.

"Yeah... I'm just a little worried about them, you know, yoi"

"I know, it's out of character for them but maybe they need some space"

Marco gazed down at his feet, shrugging. Jozu let go of him, taking him by the hand, giving it a squeeze. The 15 year old smiled slightly looking up at his little brother, he turned away from the door.

"Vis you're probably right, let's go tell Pops. He'll want to know, yoi"

Vista put his arm around Marco's shoulders. The three brothers started to make their way back to where they had last seen their Dad.

Whitey Bay's POV

Whitey was stood next to Pops with a hand placed reassuringly on his arm, he was staring at the remains of the three masts. He wasn't very happy, Pops was clearly still hungover, even if he insisted, rather grumpily she might add, that he was perfectly fine. The Yonko kept wincing at the light, he would shield his eyes and rub his temples almost constantly.

Fine her ass...

"It could be worse, one of them is still usable, all we need to do is put it back up."

Atmos tried to sound up beat, positivity was his fort, that was if he was feeling positive himself. Right now, he was smiling a little too widely, eyes squeezed shut a little too tight.

"Atmos... we have one damn mast, this is a massive warship. One isn't going to do shit!"

Pops spat angrily, he was massaging his forehead again, he looked about ready to punch something.

Talk about a bad mood, not that she couldn't understand why. He was hungover, with a bad migraine most likely. The first thing he was told this morning was that he had gotten so drunk the night before, that he had wreaked the Moby's masts, sunk an enemy galleon, killed the captain and almost sunk with said galleon.

That wasn't even half of it...

There was the problem with the Monkey brothers, they hadn't left their room today, not even when someone had come along and announced breakfast. Which was very out of the ordinary, those two ate like horses. Hopefully Marco, Vista and Jozu had managed to convince them to come out.

Pops was probably worried over that as well. Whitey wasn't sure what had happened with Dragon last evening, whatever it was, it was something that made her, mostly jovial little brother's face fall, when Marco had finished talking to Pops, he had been extremely unhappy.

Something that had caused all this mess to start with, something that had to have been bad enough to get Pops drunk over.

The woman almost didn't want to know, almost...

The Yonko was pacing back and forth, with his face drawn into a nasty snarl, arms clasped behind his back, hunched over slightly and was muttering not very savoury things under his breath.

She groaned; what could they do? He was going to be in a foul mood at least until his hangover was gone and even then that wasn't guaranteed.

"Maybe you should go back to bed for a bit Pops..."

Raku offered, which wasn't received very well, it caused Pops to stop pacing and glare.

"I'm fine!" He snapped as he resumed marching once again.

Her brother didn't look convinced, but he let it go, there was no point arguing with him, he wasn't going to listen.

Whitey continued to watch the grumpy hungover man, eyes following him back and forth. She finally decided to intervene, he wasn't going to listen, yes. However she could probably stop his constant maundering circles around the mast, it was starting to get on her nerves.

She step in his path, Pops stopped abruptly, staring at her accusingly. Whitey stood her ground, until he grouchily lowered himself to the floor and sat there with arms crossed.

He got the message at least.

The woman's brothers seemed relieved, they could probably get some reasonable input now, instead of him continually dismissing what they had say. He may at least listen to something now that he was sitting down calmly.

"Pops we should be arriving at the next island in a day or two, that mast will do its job until we get more supplies."

Atmos reasoned, as he perched on the broken mast stump, fixing his eyes pleadingly on Pops.

"I suppose... That is if the damn Marines leave us alone this time."

Everyone groaned at his negative response, though at least it was better then the other comments he'd made this morning.

"They should leave us be considering that this island is under your protection" Whitey put in.

There was several nods and mumbling agreements. Pops scowled looking away with his chin jutted out in defiance.

God, he's was acting like a spoiled brat, come on Pops don't be like this! Your 44 damn it. Act your age!

Whitey sighed, sick of his bad attitude, she wandered over to his side, prodding him with a cold fingers under the ribs. He snapped his head over to where she was stood, giving her a irritable glower.

"Hey what was that for!"

"Your acting like a overgrown spoiled brat!" The woman told him indifferently.

He opened his mouth, probably to give her a mouth full, but shut up when a couple of her brothers backed her up. Pops snorted angrily, though he did try not to look like a bratty kid. He failed.

"Tch. Girl, you better not talk to all your elders with such a disrespectful tone."

This time there was small bit of teasing in his voice. Whitey grinned chuckling softly, it was followed by some sniggers from her brothers.

"Nah, it's just you." She quipped unapologetically.

Pops tried to look annoyed, however he couldn't hold back the mockery from his eyes.

"Sorry..." The Yonko huffed quietly, he turned his face away from his amused laughing kids, a tiny quirking grin starting to form.

"Pops! Pops! We have a problem!"

Everyone spun in the direction of the panicked shouts, they were coming from Marco, he was running towards them with his hand clamped around a newspaper. Vista and Jozu were close behind, they didn't seem to be in a better state than the blonde boy.

Pops flinched from the sharp shrill shouts that Marco had made, but he seemed more concerned about his sons.

"Marco what's wrong?"

When the Phoenix reached them he was out of breath, panting heavily as he skidded to a halt in front of their father. Vista managed to stop in time, Jozu did not, smashing into the back of Marco sending him stumbling, Pops caught them both before they hit the floor.

The blonde teen gasped a little as he sat up, pulling his hand from under him, bringing the newspaper out, thrusting it at Pops, who took it with his free hand a little apprehensively.

"Page 5, yoi" Marco puffed staggering under his little brothers weight.

Jozu finally got off of his elder blonde brother, apologising, which was quickly waved away. Vista helped the younger boy up, who also started apologizing for that too, the dark haired teen shook his head warily.

Pops was reading the paper, his face went from concerned to aggravated. They all gathered around to look at it, their father adjusting absently so they could see too.

Rakuyo climbed onto his shoulder, toppling into his lap avoiding the newspaper the best he could, he perched on Pops leg and began to read it out loud.

" Whitebeard pirates out to get our Marines?

On Tuesday the 4th of this month a Marine base was a attacked by the infamous Edward "Whitebeard" Newgate, who struck the buildings with numerous earthquakes, causing injures to many innocent Marines.

Thankfully the reports say that were no serious casualties, many lives were saved by Admiral Sengoku, who bravely held the falling Marine fort up while rescues were under way. Saving many lives!

Straight after the "Whitebeard" pirates ambushed four Marine warships who was being lead by "Hero of the Marines" Monkey D Garp, who were in the middle of transporting a high risk criminal to Impel Down prison. The evil convict is still in custody, when asked who the prisoner is, we were told that it was confidential.

While in the line of duty Vice Admiral Garp was severely wounded, reports say that "Whitebeard" had the intention to kill this great man, miraculously our hero survived and is now being treated at one of the best hospitals in the New World. He will make a full come back, he will be fighting fit to protect us once again!

Then four days ago another brutal attack was staged on a small island "Gambora" in the New World, " Whitebeard's " men terrorized locals and assaulted Marine survivors from the base attack.

Was the terrible Yonko trying to finish the job? Or has he got it in for Admiral Sengoku?

The Admiral who has once again saved day, calling a defensive retreat to protect the scared citizens of "Gambora" and his injured men.

He also swooped into save a young promising Marine Captain from a brutal assault from none other than "Whitebeard" himself. The young captain Sakazuki heroically stood his ground against the powerful Yonko as he defended a town from being a attacked by "Whitebeard's" crew.

He was gravely wounded, however doctors say he will make a full recovery. Many people are petitioning for Captain Sakazuki to receive a promotion for his outstanding bravery!

The information released by Government officials say that the attacks was unprovoked, nobody is quite sure what the tyrannical "Whitebeard" has up his sleeve.

But the Marines have a-"

"That's enough Raku..." Pops interrupted, he placed a heavy hand his head, the aggravation from his face had disappeared.

Whitey's siblings on the other hands were mad, they were ranting and raving. To be honest she was pretty pissed off too, how dare them accuse them, how dare they accuse their father!

"They've got it all wrong!"

"That's a load of bullshit!"

"They're the one's who started shit with us!"

"Yea-"

Pops slammed his fist into the floor, it shook the vessel slightly and it silenced them all.

"Kids, be quiet. You're being too loud"

There was a low volume chorus of "sorry's" from Whitey and her brothers. He shook his head warily, closing the newspaper and dropped it next to his knee.

"Are you okay?" Whitey questioned, coming to sit near him, delicately resting her hand on his large arm. He turned ruffling her hair, she scowled pushing his hand away, receiving a teasing tired grin, as the woman tried to fix the mess he had made.

The rest of her siblings came together, in an attempt to try and make their father feel better. Jozu plopped down on Pops lap next to Rakuyo, who was looking a little concerned about being crushed by their youngest brother.

The Yonko lowered his chin to settle it on top of Jozu's head, which made the boy beam from ear to ear.

"You spoilt little punks..."

Despite that comment, he couldn't have sounded more contented.

Whitey smiled in amusement. He was such a old softy, but they wouldn't want him any other way.