If you don't like 30 years before then that's fine, you don't need to tell everybody about it with vulgar language, there are underage people who read the comments and they don't need read stuff like that.

Secondly I'm not changing the story because some random doesn't like the story. Don't like it then go and read something else. Nobody is forcing you read this.

I'm writing this because I like it! Not for any other reason, this simply is self indulgent nonsense. It's a fanfic! Not something offensive.

Dragon's POV

The rocking ship, accompanied by the sounds of rough waves was keeping me up, I was used to it, I had spent a good number of years stuck on Marine vessels for months at a time. But I think it had more to do with my nerves being shot, today had been stressful and long, with a lot of information being dumped on me. The conversation with Luffy last night had completely drained all of my energy, is this what it felt like to be emotionally drained?

If it was, I didn't like it.

My bed was comfy, to be honest it was almost too comfortable, my whole body sank into the mattress, I felt like I was drowning in it. Maybe having a hammock would have been better after all, I would ask Luffy to swap, yet the kid was the one who had claimed it in the first place. I guess he preferred hammocks as well.

Was I seriously worrying about beds? When we were in such a precarious situation.

Wow I must be going crazy, this is what I'm worried about. Beds? Not the literal strongest man who's ship we're on...

I knew that we weren't in any real danger, if the pirates were going to do anything, then they would done so already.

They would have locked us up, probably shackled Luffy and they wouldn't have treated our injuries.

Heck we would still be on the old geezer's ship.

Here we were, in a cabin with a place to sleep with no restraints on us, well except for the ones that I had gotten from the Marines.

It was almost too good to be true. We were okay...

Yet it didn't mean that I wasn't unnerved by the whole situation.

This just didn't feel right. It couldn't be right...

But what Luffy had said made me stop, it made me shut up and think. I trusted my boy; I would give him the benefit of the doubt.

It wasn't like we had anywhere else to go anyway. For now, we just had to stay here. Until we could get off on an island, then I could help him get back to his future.

We couldn't stay here; this was dangerous for us. The Whitebeard pirates were infamous and if we were seen associating with them, we would become infamous with them.

It wouldn't matter to the Marines, even if we weren't with them, it didn't matter if we weren't part of the crew. To them we would seen as a threat to be eradicated.

We did not need that kind of press. The sooner we got away from the Yonko's crew the better. Then we could concentrate on getting Luffy home, which would be a worry off my mind considering he couldn't keep his trap shut for two minutes.

At some point he'd blurt out something to the wrong person and the future would change.

Admittedly I was kind of part of that problem considering I had promised to change the future for him, I had promised to save his brother.

What kind of consequences would that hold?

Did I even have a right to do that?

To selfishly change the future for my not even born son, what would happen if I messed up his future too?

What if by meddling with my future and his future, I managed to completely erase the person I was so determined to help.

What if he wasn't born? Then what?

I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn't want to even think about that possibility. Yet it was a big possibility.

But when Luffy told me what had happened, I didn't think, I didn't hesitate to make such a promise.

In that moment I just wanted to make him happy, to see him smile. It appalled me to think that I'd abandoned not just one son but two. Apparently, the old geezer had actually officially adopted Ace as his grandson, this meant that he was technically my adoptive son.

And I just completely disregarded both of them in favour of what? Well I didn't know what, but I did know how shit a dad I had was, didn't the other me want to prove that we weren't the same.

Maybe Future me was scared of becoming like the old geezer, like I was. Perhaps I had reasoned with myself that I couldn't be a terrible father if I wasn't there to be one.

Dumb I know, yet I could almost see it from that perspective. I was so horrified at being like my father that I tried to be the complete anti version of him.

That was possibly the wrong approach.

I pulled the blanket over my head, shaking my mind mentally. I couldn't lie here all night worrying about stuff that hadn't even happened yet, that might not even happen.

I need to get some sleep before my brain explodes from all this stress.

Vista's POV

He was woken to a loud bang, followed by a groan of pain. The sign that Vista's younger brother Marco was awake, he was probably tripping over all of his junk on his side of the cabin. The older boy rolled over on his left flank, blinking open his eyes bleary to find that Marco was lying in pile on the wooden plank flooring, having stumbled over a stack of books he had left in the middle of the floor.

"Didn't I tell you to tidy up?"

Vista said drowsily, the blonde turned towards the sound of his voice, he give him grumpy look and stuck his tongue out.

"It wouldn't be a problem if my stupid eyes had healed by now, maybe they are healed and I just don't know because I still have this dumb blindfold on, yoi!"

The young swordsman sighed; it was too early for this. So instead, Vista pushed himself up, ignoring Marco in favour of getting dressed.

The Phoenix was trying to find his way through his mess, which really was just him pushing stuff out of his path.

Did he have to be so loud? He was going to wake up Jozu, but it was too late by then and his youngest brother had started to shuffle around, mumbling to himself.

Poor kid had been having night terrors again, he would throw himself around and sometimes even wake up screaming. He hadn't slept much last night because of it. Marco and Vista often got up to sit with him, lately he would get up himself and find one of them. But not last night...

Nobody actually knew what the boy was dreaming about, only that it had something to do with his past. He wouldn't tell anyone, not out of distrust but rather not wanting to be a bother. It didn't matter how many times he was told that it was no bother, he still refused to say.

All Vista really knew was that Jozu used to be a thief in a small gang, he was often used as the scapegoat or even as bait to lure away the police or Marines. Because of his devil fruit he always managed to escape and for whatever reason the diamond boy would keep going back to the gang.

Well, it was in the past, he was in much better place now. He had a family who cared about him, the kid had slowly started to open up, one day he may finally come to realise that he was not an inconvenience and they'd be able to help him get past his night terrors.

"You good Jozu? I heard you thrashing about again."

"Yeah bud, I heard you too. Do you wanna talk about it, yoi? You didn't get up and find one of us, how come?"

Jozu pulled his blanket over his head, curling up almost like a defensive ball.

"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up... sorry"

Vista who was now dressed, moved around to Jozu's bed and sat down next to the large lump under the covers. He rested his hand on the boys back, giving him soothing pat.

"How many times do we need to tell you, you aren't a bother"

"Mmmmm"

Jozu rustled around a little, peering out at Vista, smiling shyly. The young swordsman patted him once more, then got up returning his smile.

"Marco, where are you off to?"

"I'm gonna get changed and wake up Luffy for breakfast, yoi"

"I guess that means I have to come too"

"You don't have to do anything, yoi"

"Right, like I'm going to let you walk all the way to the other side of the ship in your condition, on your own. You'd end up over the railings in five minutes flat"

Vista's words were dripping with sarcasm, he was normally quite a polite and humble kind of person but not about this.

"Nah I wouldn't, yoi"

"That's literally what's happened 3 days straight. Yesterday you got stuck in a barrel and Whitey found you 2 hours later..."

Marco sucked in his lips awkwardly, he was suddenly very interested in fiddling around with his hair.

"Just get changed and then we can go"

The blonde boy stumbled through several articles of clothing that had been tossed carelessly on the floor. He leant over to pick up a shirt, gave it a sniff causing him to wrinkle his nose, then proceeded to dump it.

"Please tell me you're going to wash that?

Marco shrugged, grabbing another shirt which he deemed to be 'clean' and pulled it on.

"Marco... that's gross."

"What? Just because I'm not neat freak like you, doesn't mean it's gross, yoi"

"Personal hygiene isn't being a neat freak, it's called being healthy"

The younger boy decided to roll his eyes and ignore him. Vista couldn't say he was surprised, he was always like that.

"Jozu are you gonna get some more sleep?"

The lump under the quilt moved, sticking out a hand which formed a thumbs up. The dark-haired teen was pleased, he might actually get some sleep if Marco was out of the way.

Vista turned his attention back to his blonde brother; he was in the middle of jumping up and down trying to get a pair of shorts on.

He rubbed his forehead, reminding himself to nag Marco when his eyes were better to tidy his side of the cabin. The other two apprentices lived in here too, they should at least be able to get to the door without tripping over his junk.

No wonder the apprentices had their own room, the adults wouldn't want a messy teenage living with them. It just meant that Vista and Jozu had to deal with Marco's uncleanly hoarding habit, topped with his lack of order.

"Alright let's go, yoi"

Marco attempted to find the door, instead of locating the exit he fell over a box and he smacked face first into his bunk. The young swordsman made his way over to his brother, who he picked up off the ground and began dragging.

This is going to be a long day I can feel it.

When they arrived Marco banged on the door loudly, a moment later he barged in without waiting for a response.

"Marco!"

The dark haired teen tried to grab him, but he missed his arm, leaving his younger brother to storm in on his unsuspecting victims.

He felt bad for the two of them.

Vista followed after, moving at much more subdued pace.

The cabin was small without much furniture, a couple of things lay around, they were mostly tucked out of the way. On some crates there were a couple of books, a sea chart with several things circled on it, along with a small stack of papers that had some pens sat on them. A oil lamp was hung from the ceiling by a nail, there was a bed in one corner and a hammock was hung above it.

In the hammock was the younger brother Luffy, his legs were hanging out on either side, blanket tossed over his belly, it didn't cover anything else. He was snoring away without a care in the world, oblivious to Marco barging in loudly.

The bed belonged to the older much scarier brother, he was definitely awake, lying on his side giving them an evil glare. Clearly he did not appreciate being woken up in such an abrupt manner.

Then again, he wasn't that friendly anyway, usually he had a blank look on his face and if he did happen to show any expression, it was normally that of annoyance or suspicion.

Vista found Dragon innerving, he made him feel kind of uncomfortable, nervous even.

"Luffy wake up! It's breakfast time!"

"Sorry I tried to stop him..."

Vista bowed his head towards Dragon, he really didn't want to make him angry. The guy made him feel small, weak like some kind of prey animal. Judging from what he'd been told Dragon was very dangerous.

Even being shackled, without his devil fruit power he had still managed to crush Garp's arm without much difficulty. He had even done it at the expense of shattering the bones in his own hand, he lacked the fear of pain that most normal people did.

That in itself told him how dangerous the man was.

"FOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

Luffy's headshot up with a big wide grin on his face, he was drooling. He threw his hands in the air enthusiastically, jumping off his hammock, legs stretched abnormally long before he hit the floor boards with a thump.

He was about to bolt out the door when Dragon got in his way, he gave him a stern look and raven backed down with a pout.

"Wait a minute Luffy, you have to get dressed you can't run off like that."

That was extremely true, all he was wearing was his boxers, that would be quite inappropriate to go to a canteen like that. People would be eating, he just wouldn't be very nice.

Also the chiefs were all that fond of the brothers either.

"Oh Shishishi... I forgot."

"I forget too sometimes, yoi"

That was also sadly true. Though it was debatable if dirty clothes really counted as appropriate either. Possibly not.

Vista could sympathise with Dragon on this one thing at least. Little brothers were kind of gross or maybe it was just these two. Jozu was polite and clean, maybe Marco would grow into being like that. It was definitely saying something when the 12 year old was more manageable than the 15 going 16 year old was.

Vista and Marco waited while the brothers got changed, the young swordsman found it uncomfortable. The blonde didn't seem to care, he just stood there chatting away to Luffy. Leaving him picking at his sword's hilt, Dragon was staring darkly at them again.

What was his problem? He was so distrustful, it had been a 3 days since they had escaped the infirmary and he still had his guard up, he was still giving everyone the death glare and he still refused to talk unless he absolutely felt like he had to.

He would to talk to Pops, but it was usually one liners or quick forced polite answers. He wasn't rude to him per say, yet it wasn't nice either.

Now his little brother was the exact opposite he was plain friendly, he was more than happy to talk, in fact he sometimes didn't make any sense at all. He would comment on things, in strange or odd ways, he would address people strangely too. The most notable nickname was the one he called Pops, 'not so old' guy. Shouldn't it have been just guy at that point? He wasn't calling him old...

He was a little weird, though give Vista Luffy any day over 'murder eyes' Dragon. At least Luffy was a nice, genuine person even if he was a little dim.

If someone had pointed at the two of them and asked him, without knowing what he did, who they were, brothers wouldn't even cross his mind.

Sure, they looked similar, what with the black scruffy hair and the- uh... No, that was it. There was nothing else remotely alike about them, they were a stark contrast to one another. One was happy go lucky always smiling and the other was a cold unexpressive individual.

Once the Monkey's were sorted, Luffy did make a run for it having grabbed Marco under his arm, carrying him like a log or something, with Dragon in close pursuit, leaving behind Vista in the dust.

He groaned jogging after them, this was turning to a tiring day after all.