This is an english translation of my fic "Quand les réserves du Moby sont vides"

Maybe they brought it a bit too far during the last party on the Moby. The new commandant of the second division of the Whitebeard pirates just received a new bounty, of course they needed to party ! They had prepare an insane feast ! And emptied all the reserves… They needed money and when you're a pirate, the best way to get money is to raid big fat rich boats.

And it was just their luck ! Back from a patrol, Namur had spot a ri-di-cu-lous ship, with embroidered sails, sculpted wood and gold everywhere you could land your eyes on. There even where so fatty nobles who needed a bit of exercise. Food and treasure ! Maybe they could even found some alcohol.

The question was : who was going ? They were no need for a full attack : the targeted ship was small and there weren't enough pirates on the Moby ready to do anything else than sleep or complain. Once again, the last party had been intense, and the few of them who were awake were too busy nursing their hangover. After all the sea was huge and there were plenty of raiding opportunities to console the one who would miss this one.

The first chosen was Ace. There were several reason. Firstly everyone knew he loved fighting and it was his present. Secondly, Ace had Striker, and it made attacks far more easier. This time they even added a litlle cart in the back, to bring back more treasures. Finally, Ace was a fire logia : he burnt alcohol. Hence he was in a reasonable state enough for the mission.

Then Marco decided to come. As he was one of the rare people on the Moby capable of keeping Ace calm and on track. As Ace he was also immune to alcohol effect and could also sail Stricker (even if he was less competent in this field).

As you can't send two devil fruit users alone on the sea, Thatch volunteered too. After all he didn't get to drink the day before as he cook all the night and it was unthinkable for him to cook while drunk. He needed a compensation for that and punching asshole nobles should do the trick.

It was the middle of the day and our three friends were deciding if they needed to wait for the night to go raiding.

- We're going now, yoi. So we're back soon and I can't prevent Pops from going through his secret stock of rum this night.

- Well, the only gain to go at night is the surprise. But between Striker's flames and Marco's Phoenix, we'll be spot anyway. So I'm with Marco.

- What ? But you're no fun !

- What do you mean « no fun » ? For Marco I can understand but I'm plenty of fun. I'm the king of jokes, the emperor of pranksters !

Marco didn't even try to answer Thatch. He also knew how to prank and was far more patient than his brothers. He just had to wait and revenge when they were back.

- Yes but flames are prettier on a dark sky.

- Did you plan to blow up the whole ship ? Sounds like Haruta, yoi.

- No I don't plan to blow I plan to burn. After all they are the one who taught me you need fire to get rid of the trash.

Marco carefully didn't mention the darkness in Ace's look in this moment. They all had more or less painful stories regarding marines or nobles and Marco wasn't going to press the matter. Thatch decided to ease the mood swinging his arm around Ace's shoulders.

- If he isn't our favorite little pyromaniac !

– I am not little.

Marco was already massaging his forehead.

- Go pack up your things, we're leaving as soon as he sun is down, yoi.

- Yes !

If Thatch ask one day, Ace will forever deny that he maid a tiny little raid in the Moby's pantry before they go. In any cases they were going to raid a ship, he was only helping them making the future storing process easier. And after all he was hungry and burning ship also burnt calories.

Well, after this small detour to the kitchen, Ace went ti his room to get his watermelon bag. He had nothing against the dormitories, after all he could sleep with Lu, so he could sleep through anything, but he liked having his own place. Now he could peaceably call Makino or his former crew (who were still on the Moby 2). He had also his own decoration, mainly bounty posters, leaving the wall beside his bed for his brother's crew. And of course he had a place to hide all his pranking stuff. You could also find someone on the Moby ready to help you pranking Thatch back.

And on his desk he had his red sakazuki cup. He also had taken Sabo's one, but he wasn't sure why. Where there still brothers ? In ten years he never came back, never sent them a letter. Was HighTown that good ? Bluejam had told them that there, you could eat as much as you want, sleep in warm and comfy beds. The also had competent doctors, well everything they didn't have back then in the tree house.

It was unfair ! He just- He just had leave them. But he couldn't really blame him. After all he was better far away from the demon's son. Everybody was better away from his cursed blood. He still resented Sabo for Luffy. Luffy had waited for him everyday.

He had wasted enough time. I took his bag and left his room.

Ace was handling Striker smoothly, following Namur's directions. Marco was easy to follow has he was shining in the dark sky. Thach was still pouting in the cart because Marco ad been a kill joy and had refuse to take him on his back. He wanted to fly too !

The ship was finally on sight and, by Davy Jones, Namur hadn't lie. There were gliging absolutely everywhere and they were trying to figure how the ship could still be afloat. Marco get down to talk to Ace.

- Please refrain to burn the whole ship, yoi. He would be a shame to drown so much gold.

- Can't we take out the gliding and burn the whole ship after ? I don't plane to burn it right now you know ? I first need to raid the kitchen.

- Ace, stop thinking with your stomach !

Thatch just had got him in a headlock.

- Hey, stop that I don't want Striker to capsize !

- I know you're the one that raided the pantry before we went !

- I will deny it til the day I die !

- You are worst than kid, yoi.

- PIRATES ! PIRATES !

- Sorry kiddo, but I think we have been spotted. I'll go first so I can visit the kitchn before.

With that, Thatch jumped several feet to land on the nobles' ship.

- I'm – I'M NOT A KID ! AND LET ME EAT I'M STILL GROWING !

- MAKE UP YOUR MIND !

Sometimes, Marco wondered his he was the first mate of the feared Whiterbeard pirates or just the babysitter. At least the ship was big and Marco looked forward a bit of exploration. He was known as the calm one, but he wasn't going to deny a bit of action. Alas, all the guards he met fled before him, it was disappointing.

The bag on his shoulder was already full : golden vases, silver mirrors, silky cloth, masters' paintings. The advantage with nobles was that they needed to spill they wealth everywhere you could lay you eyes on. It made their work almost too easy.

- Hey shitty pirate, do you think you can walk freely on my ship ?

He calmy raised his head, his facial expression as bored as usual and looked at the man. He was fatty, with a top hat and a long blue coat, white gloves and a cane. Maybe the cane was worth something. He could scare him taking a dark expression Or send him swimming with the fishes. After all he called him a shitty pirate. Maybe his shitty belly would be comfy under his foot.

-First !

Thatch just had stole his distraction, never mind.

- Thatch leave me some of them !

- It's your fault his you suck !

- Thaaaaaaaaatch.

It was a good thing these two spend their energy here, maybe with that they would be calmer on the Moby. But still, Marco has loose his share of action and was a little disappointed. Well, they had a mission and maybe he should search for the library and some unusual books. Oh and after he would go to the infirmary. He never knew how many time he could be stuck at the sea with his crazy family.

He stopped in front of a random door. His Haki told him it wasn't empty. He grabed the handle, but the door was locked. He forced a bit, the door creaked and opened. The bedroom was simple, but everything was of high quality. It was a noble quarter.

- Good evening.

A blond young man was lying on the bed. He didn't bother turn his head, engrossed in his book. Marco stood still an instant. Wasn't this noble boy afraid ?

- Is that book that interesting ?

- Not really. Searching for anything ?

- I don't know if you realized, but we're reading your ship.

The boy didn't move, visibly not surprised. He turned a page and kept on talking.

- Jewelries are hidden in the room on your left. Third plank of the floor from the wooden wardrobe.

Marco was puzzled.

- Are you trying to bargain for your life ?

Because he was doing a shitty job at it.

- What ? No I gave up a long time ago.

He turned another page.

- Can you throw me the book on your right ?

Marco took the book, it was just some fairy tales. He threw it to the boy who caught it without looking.

-Thanks.

He left the room and the boy to find the treasure. He opened the door and he had already a headache. The colors were flashy and everything was too much, just too much. The patriarch had bad taste. He took some knick-knacks here and there before crashing the floor.

Banco ! He was expecting two necklace and some cash but not that ! There were tons of gems, necklace, bracelet, earrings. And near that ? Roll and roll of banknotes. They would finally be able to replace the bed of the fourth division's dormitories ! Maybe even change the pipes of the common bathes !

He put all of his booty in his bag and was going to get up when he noticed that the next plank wasn't strongly attached to the floor. He get rid of it and found a little wooden chest. Inside was… A devil fruit ? Which looked like a big purple apple. He closed back the chest, took it with him and went back to the deck. They had enough spoils, it was time to go back home. They would not be able to take all of that back to the Moby if the had to deal with the Navy.

He dropped all of his stuff in the cart and was going to call everyone back. But still he was curious about the fruit. He could still make a last stroll in the ship.

- Marco, I found the kitchen and there is some rum. Some good one ! Oh and some wine and even champagne ! I think there was meat at some point but Ace had manage to go there before me.

Marco caught the bottle of rum and took a large sip from it before throwing it back to Thatch.

- Did you check for the spices ?

- That's some wonderful idea !

And Thatch disappeared quickly.

Marco watched a brunette boy run before him, chased by a demonic smiling Ace. His younger brother would be occupied for at least five minute with his new distraction.

Then he was again in front of Blondie's room. He opened the door and the chest, revealing the fruit.

- Do you know something about that ?

The young man put his book aside and looked properly at Marco. His indifference fading to let a bit a surprise spread.

- Oh ! We really had it ? I always though Outlook III was bluffing. It is the real thing ?

- You tell me.

The boy was now sitting on his bed. It was hiding something in his back, this was obvious. But Marco didn't press the matter. They already had everything they needed. A noble boy would never be a little brother.

- If it the real thing I assume it is the Yami Yami no Mi. Some client offered a delirious amount of money for it several month ago. He was kind of obsess, giving us a far detail description of it.

The Yami Yami no Mi ? He herad that before. Was someone on the ship looking for it ? Well, at worst they could still sell it.

- Are you going to burn the ship down ?

- That the plan yes.

- Good.

With that, the young one laid back on this bed and came back to his reading. Marco left the room a bit confused, but if the young one wanted to die, well who was he to prevent him ? They needed to go, they had a booty to bring back.

Ace was carefully getting of one by one the gliding on this side of the boat. The more he get back, the less Thatch (and more importantly Marco) would bitch him against turning the ship into fireworks.

He already met two nobles on the ship. An old man and a young one. An incredibly annoying young one. Who said he was going to tell his father, that is father had connection and that Ace was going to be chase by the Navy until he died. Firstly Ace was a damn pirate, secondly Ace had been track down by the Navy even before he was born ! So he just had made a little show of his powers and the kid had piss his pants before collapsing. They weren't worth a good fight.

Marco came closer, looking at nothing.

- Hey Marco, is something wrong ?

- No, just a weird brat in the room there. A noble one.

But that was wonderful news. Something get stuck in his throat since he had saw the flower pin on their clothes. They were Goa's nobles and Ace had strictly now idea what the heck they were here. But if he could vent some frustration about a ten years old trauma, he wasn't going to complain.

And if by "weird" Marco meant "a bit less weak than the other two stupid fatties" maybe he could even do some exercise. He let a feral smile bloom on his lips and went right to the designated room.

He took down the door with a violent kick and introduced himself.

- Hi there~ I am Portgas D. Ace, Whitebeard second division's commander, with a bounty of 500 000 berry on my head. But all you need to know his that for now, I'm your worst nightmae.

The brat was lying on his bed, his face hidden behind a book. Light bouncy golden locks were spreading from behind the cover and his clothing was neat, elegant and embroidered. The perfect image of a golden noble. A snort was heard before the blond lifted the book just enough to talk, but without showing his face.

- Tsk, such a showoff.

Did this brat really though he was on any position to make such comments ? Just to be sure Ace made his knuckles crack.

- I came him to vent some frustration, so get up and fight.

- I am afraid and can't answer you request.

Ok, now Ace was pissed off. Some smoke was leaving his skin and the temperature of the romme has increase of a couple of degrees. He walked closer and, without any warning, crush the bed. He was going to shout when someone behind him, beat him to.

- YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT YOU BASTARDS ! SONS OF BITCH ! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I INVESTED IN THIS ?

Ace turned back to face the patriarch of the family. He had lost his hat, had burned and torn hs clothes and in his eyes you could see a mix of fury and madness. He was pointing a tiny revolver at Ace.

Ace wasn't really worried. Even without his devil fruit he could take care of such a weakling. But something was bothering him since he led his eyes on that man. Did he ever saw him ? But he didn't get in HighTown that often, and never interacted with nobles there. At the very least he could had recognize guards.

But if it wasn't in HighTown, where was it ? During a dine an dash in MiddleTown ? But no, upper nobles never came down here. And it's not like he could have met any nobles in Gray Ter-

Ace spin to face a painfully familiar face. Those round eyes, blue as Dawn Island sky, those aristocratic features who had nothing to do on a boy from a trash heap. And the fucking napkin !

It was too tightened against his neck, but Ace didn't care. I didn't care anymore because fucking Outlook Sabo was in front of him, with to rich clothes in a too clean bedroom. Everything was smooth and neat and proper. Was it for that that he left ? Was his new life so cool ?

- Fuck. Luffy waited for you. Every fucking day. You could have come, you could have call, you could have sent a fucking telegram ! Was it you life so awesome ? Melting with glorious and rich people that burn a fucking district with inhabitant stuck in ? You didn't even checked we survived . We could have died out there ! We nearly died out there ! We had to fight Bluejam, you know, the pirate you father sent after us ! Without Dadan we were dead ! What was you doing back then ? Chilling in your palace ?

The other one wasn't answering. His face was deadly pale and his fists so tighten that blood was starting dripping one the floor. But Ace had spent seven years waiting for him and frustration was overwelming. He knew in the back of his mind that Sabo was better away from him, that anyone was better away from him and his cursed blood. But still, it was pissing him off.

- DON'T YOU DARE IGNORING ME !

Ace didn't get time to remember that the patriarch was still behind him before he heard a gunshot. He watch incredulous the bullet going through his abdomen without hurting him and only after realized there was someone left on the bullet track.

His back became ablaze, burning everything that was behind him. He didn't even hear the agonizing screams of Outlook III.

In front of him, Sabo was gripping his shirt which was becoming redder and redder. Then he fell on his knees with a big clang.

Ace was hovering before Sabo. He knew how to fight but if his first crew mate was a doctor there was reason!He knelt in front of the blond one. First getting out the cravate to help him breath, then ring him up to Marco. He froze when his fingers touched the cold metal hidden behind the white cloth.

- Fuck Sabo, what is that ?

Of course the blond one was avoiding his gaze. His blood kept on reddening his shirt and Ace decided it was not riddle time. He get the cravate off and barely managed to not explode right here.

Behind the cravate was a metal collar, connected to a chain hidden behind the blankets and finally connected the wall at the foot of the broken bed. The Outlook collared Sabo like a dog ! Fuck !

He had lock his eyes on Sabo's. He could feel the tears on his cheeks and knew he looked like Luffy when he cried but he would be ashamed later.

- You said everything was going to be okay ! You say you were going to be happy !

- I lied.

So now the ship was on fire. Maybe it was Ace fault but Outlook had fucking shot his brother.

- Ace get the fuck off this ship there are bombs under my room.

- I don't leave you. I left you again and look where we are.

The smoke was filling the whole room and the chain wasn't dislodging itself from the wall. Ace was painfully trying to ignore the blood leaking on the floor.

- Why are there bombs anyway ?

- Fire bombs -

Sabo was coughing. Unlike Ace he wasn't immune to fire. But he managed to end his sentence and make Ace's blood boil.

- To « celebrate » the tenth anniversary of the Great Fire. The want to wipe clear the Grey Terminal once again. This Black Beard promises us fancy bombs if we could get him a devil fruit. Bombs that blows up with fancy colors, fireworks. He knows how to seduce nobles, turning a genocide into a spectacle.

It sounded like Haruta's special bombs, the one she made for Pops' birthday last year. To heard they could be use to kill thousand of people, it left a sour taste in Ace's mouth. Or maybe it was the sulfur.

- Ace please what are you doing ? Didn't you notice the ship turned into a barbecue ? it's time to g- Wait who's that ?

Ace throw a dark look to Thatch, trying and failing to hide his growing panic. His hands were gripping the chain and he couldn't really hear something over the harsh breathing of his brother.

-I'm in.

The flames were dancing int he dark of the night and Marco could have find them beautiful if two of his idiots brothers weren't stuck on a burning ship. He was circling around the ship but coulnd't see them. He had shut off his Haki because of the horrendous screams of the dying nobles he didn't want to know if Blondie was one of them.

He wasn't truly worried over Ace. The fire brat wasn't in danger as long as he stood on the boat. Thatch had been a commander for several years and knew how to defend himself, but Marco had a bad feeling for weeks now.

He wasn't achieving anything, so he decided to land. He didn't care about the flames as his powers healed him instantly. He just had to start by the boy room. After all this was the last place where he saw Ace. And maybe he could fetch the boy in the meantime.

The bedroom wasn't accessible anymore, so Marco just crashed the ceiling. A relief sight escaped his lips when he found his two friends unarmed in there. But his relief leaved him quickly has he was overwhelmed with blood sent. Ace and Thatch were trying to disodge a chain from a wall. A chain who was connected to… A collar around Blondie neck. Shit how did he miss that ? And on top of that Blondie was bleeding on the floor.

He gracefully landed and knelt in front of the boy to assess the situation. He lost lot of blood but no vial organs were damaged. Picking up the lock without tools seemed impossible and if Thatch and Ace couldn't dislodge the chain then it wasn't the solution either.

Maybe they could disconnect on of the ring of the chain with melt-

-Ace melt the chain, yoi.

Two set of bewildered eyes turned on him. And they were still wondering why the two of them were never sent on rescue missions alone ?

Ace's fist became red and drop of melted metal dripped through his fingers. Less than one minute later, the chain was broken. Marco was going to take the hurt one when Ace beat him to it. He had never see Ace acting with so much care as he slowly cradled the blond in his arms.

- Shit Ace, I'm not made of glass.

- You've got a fucking bullet in your abdomen, you don't have the right to talk.

- So we're going ?

Wait, in the third part of the wardrobe, behind the gloves, there are contracts. The old one with Black Beard. I stole them. Black Beard he- He is dangerous, if I can make him fall…

- Sabo you're hurt, you shut up. Marco can you- Ok.

Marco was already retrieving the contracts. This Black Beard smelled bad. And at worst it was still information on the underworld. If you know some people you could sell it for a good price. Finally he get it and immediately passed it to Thatch. He stopped a second on Ace whopressed the bond, Sabo, a little closer to him. He was curious but he knew now was NOT the time for question.

-But so you know each other ?

It seemed he was the only one.

- So what about we get the fuck out of here, we go back to the Moby, we stop Blondie's bleeding and then we ask questions, yoi ? And the one who don't follow the plan get extra paperwork for the next month.

Thatch started to pout but Ace swore when the blond collapsed in his arms. They were leaving the room when Ace bleached.

- Sabo said there were bombs behind our feet.

Then Marco swore turned to his Phoenix form and throw Thatch to the Striker. A first explosion shook the sinking ship and Marco grabbed Ace by his belt.

He painfully managed to get everyone on the striker, even with his threatening balance. And Ace had just turn on the engine that a second explosion throw the ship to the deeps of the ocean.

Thatch was uncomfortably seated in the cart, surrounded by spiky objects. Blondie was unconscious in his arms and he was trying to stop the bleeding. He wanted to make a joke but after seeing the worry on Ace and Marco's faces, he restrained himself. He smiled a bit, you don't gain a little brother everyday.