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

We've been wandering around here for three days now without restriction and somehow things had become normal...?

We just kind of fell into a routine I suppose, Mario no that's not right- Maurice? No that's not it either. Either way the blonde kid would come and wake us up every single morning without fail.

Usually he has- what's his name? Well, a young swordsman with him. He was pretty polite compared to that weird blonde kid, he was kind of rude like Luffy.

He would barge into our room shouting for us to get up, I mean come on, this is our room. He could at least be respectful about.

Then we are dragged to the Galley to eat, I mean eating is definitely one of my pleasures in life, I loved to eat, but I don't enjoy the cooks staring at us, like they were going to flambé us.

It wasn't fun.

We stole food from them one time, we got it, we shouldn't have done it. It's in the past now so could we just move on?

The answer was no.

Every time we went up to get food we had to apologise again or they wouldn't serve us. All the while Luffy would complain, calling them stingy. I don't think that the name calling helped.

Not to mention every time we went into the cafeteria, the whole crew would stare. Some serious, some disapproving and some, some thought we were something to stare at.

I genuinely hated it; they were judging us. The same judgmental glares I had always gotten; they weren't seeing me they were seeing the old geezer.

It didn't matter wherever I went, I was always going to be that man's son, I was never going to get away from that.

And I hated that fact, why did they have to see him? I didn't want to be anything like him, I didn't even want to be related to him, so why did everyone have to see my old Geezer in me?

Well at least Luffy didn't seem to care, if anything, he just completely ignored it, like most things to be to be honest. I wished I didn't give a damn.

Life would be so much simpler.

But it would be wrong to say everyone looked at us like that, the majority didn't really seem to care. They would mostly just ignore us and to be frank I preferred that.

Anyway, things could have be worse, we could have been chained up somewhere in a cell. At least we had some sort of freedom, we could wander around anywhere we wanted on this ship, there was no restriction.

Which admittedly weirded me out.

They didn't even know us, for all they knew we could have been Marines in disguise. But for some reason, we were still allowed to go anywhere we wanted.

When we had taken a trip up to the library, we were allowed to take some books away, I had picked up a sea chart and some paper with pens. They hadn't so much as questioned our motives.

They were for the plan.

I'd marked out the position where the marine warships had been sailing, the Marine base where we had visited just before the attack and now I had made some mental notes on the closest possible islands that the Whitebeard ship had visited.

I had decided against asking any of the crew about the name of the island. They may get suspicious and ask why we wanted to know.

This was between me and Luffy, we didn't need any unwanted attention.

If I had my way, we wouldn't even leave our cabin, that would also be suspicious and Luffy would get grumpy with me because he wouldn't be able to spend time with his friend.

So, all the planning was left to the evening when retired for the night. It's not like I could leave the kid alone with any of them, who would open his big mouth and everything would come out, so I was forced to follow him around the whole day.

Which I suppose was fine, I didn't mind too much. The apprentices were okay, Luffy had made friends with all three of them, in various degrees.

Don't ask me why we had been absorbed into the apprentices little group, I had no idea, I mean we were definitely older than them, but then again-

The boy acted like a kid anyway, even though he was 19, he really didn't act it.

Don't ask me how he was a captain... It made my head hurt whenever I thought about it.

His crew must have had the patience of Saints or they were just bat shit crazy like he was and they all got along like a house on fire.

I wouldn't be surprised If his crew were one of the weirdest. I could just imagine him recruiting someone just because they were weird.

I wonder if any of them are normal? Never mind I don't want to know...

The last few days that we had spent hanging out with the apprentices weren't that bad.

Once we'd finished breakfast, we'd help them with their chores. Don't ask me how we ended up doing their chores with them, this wasn't even our ship, yet we still helped out with scrubbing the deck, with rearranging the storage or counting the stocks.

And when I said we, I mean everyone, but the blonde kid he couldn't see to do anything, which meant that we did his work for him. Granted the kid did try to help, however he just got in the way, he'd fall over everything and he even fell in the ocean once.

It was easier to do his work for him, it was just so damn painful watching him try to do it himself. This was coming from the guy that had two broken hands. I could literally do nothing particularly useful and I could still do more than this kid.

I got it. It wasn't his fault he got attacked by the lava guy, who by the way, I really really wanted to kill, as he was the cause of the brutal murder of Ace.

Where was I?

Right, the kid was completely useless at the moment. I've never been a big sympathetic person, I can feel sympathy sure, I'm not very good at showing it.

It was probably due to the way I grew up, unless my arm was hanging off or if I was severely injured or ill, I had been told to suck it up and get over it.

I knew that wasn't any way to be, but I didn't really know how not to be like that...

I have to admit Luffy was an exception, I genuinely felt for him, maybe it was because of who he was or perhaps it came from knowing what he had been through first hand. I found it much easier to express myself around him.

He just took me for who I was, it didn't matter who I was to him. He was the sort of person who judged you on your actions and not on your heritage or standing in the world.

There weren't enough people out there like him.

He was a good kid; I was proud of him.

Anyway, when we had finished doing the daily chores we were allowed to do whatever we wanted. It was usually just spent messing around, training, hanging out in various weird rooms. This ship had everything.

It was big, yes. But the amount of stuff actually on the ship was stunning. And when I say it had everything it had everything.

You wanted to go to a gym, they had a gym. A bar you, got it. Library, with every single book genre imaginable, they had it. I mean they had a freaking aquarium for god's sake. That was just the tip of the iceberg, I could go on for hours about how much crap they had on this boat.

That would take all day.

If I thought the ship was weird, the crew so much stranger. They were unique to say the least and they gave us funny looks.

I don't judge on people on looks, I would always judge people on their character, but their characters were damn weird.

They all had very unique points of view, which of course is not necessarily bad thing, it was stuff I just couldn't get my head around. Like being a family...

Also, a lot of them were crazy. They did insane shit 24/7.

There was this one guy, I think his name is Fossil? He seems to be obsessed with guns and he was tinkering with a cannon, trying to shove something down the hole, which resulted in him blowing up a whole room. The only real response he got was:

"Do you know how early it is in the morning? You'd better clear up your mess."

Then there was this blue haired woman she had a bad temper on her. she chased somebody around with a sword for an hour, before she finally caught them and chucked them overboard. As it turns out they couldn't even swim and some poor bastard had to jump in after him and get the poor guy.

Why did she do this? Oh right, the guy had accidentally spilled ink on her.

Then there's this other guy with dreadlocks, he had this ball and chain who he was always talking to, petting like some kind of dog and as it turns out the thing was alive! How is it alive? I don't know, do I want to know? No, I don't think I do.

That was just a small part of the crew.

Though the weirdest one I'd have to say was actually the captain... This man just confused me; I didn't understand him.

He was baffling. Where to begin?

Whitebeard was something else. He lived up to his title of the strongest man in the world, yet his personality didn't match it at all.

To the outside world, he was a terrifying individual, he was a massive presence towering over everyone and he could literally obliterate an island if he really wanted to.

He came across as a arrogant, proud and maybe even a little cold man. You could feel his presence a mile off. A suffocating aura emanated off him, people could fold under all that kind of power.

On this ship, he wasn't anything like that at all. He was a jovial person; I would see him wandering around talking to the crew in a nice and gentle manner.

In fact, he didn't act much like a captain at all.

I had seen him doing what you could call grunt work, okay sure, I had never seen him scrubbing the deck or peeling potatoes. But I had seen him carrying cargo back and forth, usually stuff that would probably take 2 to 4 people to move or he would help out with ship repairs, be it carrying wooden planks or holding something still so someone else could do the job.

I found it incredibly odd.

That wasn't even half of it. He would sit down in his chair on the deck in the evenings drinking sake like it was water. Honestly this was the sort of thing I expected from Yonko captain, in these rare moments he looked like one, what with his captain's coat, the way he lounged proudly on his giant 'almost' throne drinking his alcohol very leisurely.

Then the image would disappear in an instant. This was normally the time of day that the apprentices, Luffy and I came back from whatever it was we had been doing that day. They would greet the Yonko with some "hey Pops!" along with wide happy smiles, which he would return with same enthusiasm and would call them his sons.

Then the youngest kid Jozu would climb up on to his lap, swiftly followed by the other two boys coming to sit either side of him on the chair arms.

At that point I would drag Luffy back to our cabin, I found the whole thing extremely uncomfortable to watch. After which the blonde kid would shout out after us, asking us to come back, then when we didn't, he would instead call out that he would see us tomorrow.

The whole thing bothered me, but that wasn't the only reason I would take us back to the cabin. We had a plan to formulate, things that I needed to ask Luffy about, information I needed to get from him to get him home.

To be fair the boy wasn't all that help, he would hardly listen to what I was saying, if he did listen it was normally followed by a whiny bratty retort like "This is boring!" "Why did we have to leave it was fun" among other things.

I would have thought that being as desperate as he was to get back to his crew, he would try to help or at the very least listen to what I had to say.

But this was Luffy I was talking about, he wasn't the type to sit quietly and plan ahead.

I still wondered how he had survived all this time with his attitude. I concluded that it was probably by the skin of his teeth, seeing how beaten up he was when I first met him, he really wasn't much better now either.

Damn kid...

The next couple of hours were spent highlighting text books (the only thing I could manage with broken hands), along with researching the next island we might land on and what we could come across.

I had come up with several different plans, as well as some backups if something unforeseen happened. That being if this crew turned on us, which was still a big possibility.

Just because they hadn't done anything yet, didn't mean they wouldn't.

I was more inclined to believe in an ulterior motive than they simply being good people. Even if that's what they seemed to be.

Luffy had fallen asleep not long after I had started, snoozing away on my bed laying on some papers, snoring loudly. I rolled my eyes, he was such a kid...

Once I was satisfied with my work for tonight, I decided to turn in as well.

I shoved Luffy over to the other side of my bed, pulling his blanket off of his hammock and chucking it over him. I flopped on my back next the kid, dragging my cover over head and went promptly to sleep.

What a boring day...