Is it really prison if you get three meals a day and a bed? That's all I need to live off of. Is it really isolation if you don't want to see anyone anyways? If this is what you call captivity, I'm all for it. Well, I am when that stupid stick in the mud isn't here, but besides that, I have no issues with my new life.
The sweet smell of the salty sea water coating the air. The waves rocking me back and forth to sleep. Yep. I have no problem with this. Being captured by the Whitebeard Pirates is my fantasy. I'm living a good life!
I've been here for three months, yet nothing has changed. Except, Whitebeard has been calling me more often than not. Even though I refuse every time! But I guess his stubbornness rivals my own.
I lay on the prison bed, curled up into a ball, ready for sleep to take me into its arms. Well, I was, but of course the blonde stick in the mud is coming to collect me. I could hear him from upstairs, talking to his crew about bringing me up to the top deck. His sweet scent filled my nose, making my whole-body tingle. My face was blind folded, so I can't see anything, not like I need to anyways. My other senses are sharper than an average human. Even if I couldn't hear, I can still smell his intoxicating essence. An essence I've become quite familiar with.
My jump suit was getting stuffy, I don't wear it closed off like this. I have it unzipped down past my abdomen, but the Pirates zipped it up for some unknown reason. I'm not fond of covering skin, I wear my black prison style jumpsuit and a red bikini top. If they didn't like that, maybe they shouldn't have kidnapped me in the first place. I mean how rude! At least I still have my chain necklace.
"You up, yoi?" The blonde asked, jiggling the keys in front of my cell door. The sea prism on my wrist and ankles shifted as I tried to sit up. "Let's get this over with." I muttered in my jolly tone, something Marco didn't expect for a prisoner. He's gotten used to my weird personality by now, but I still surprise him time to time.
He didn't drag me up the stairs like he did the first few times, he let me walk freely around the ship. As freely as you can be with handcuffs. "Are you going to say yes this time, yoi?" The blonde asked.
"I don't know, are you going to take the stick out of your ass and beat me with it?" My laugh made the commander roll his eyes.
"I'm less strict to my crew."
"Oh? I guess I have to join then." My voice lacked any sarcasm. The blonde raised a brow. Would she join the crew just cause of-
Before he could ask any more questions, we arrived at the upper deck. I still couldn't see anything, but I could tell there were four people in front of me. The blonde was still by my side, waiting for the captain to speak. There was only one girl besides me present. From her scent I can tell the girl has reddish brown hair and is taller than me. I'm about 5'7 in height, that girl seemed to be 5'9.
Whitebeard is also present, he's sitting behind the commanders, drinking sake. The commanders included the second commander, Fire Fist Ace. The fourth commander, Thatch, and the sixteenth commander Izo.
"Have you changed your decision?" I could tell from the deep voice it was Whitebeard.
"I don't know, that depends…" I reached for the zipper on my jumper, but before I could bring it down Marco grabbed my hand.
"Don't-"
"It's hot, can I pull down the zipper?" Marco removed his hand, but I could tell he was watching my moves carefully. Not that I mind.
The zipper was pulled down a little below my abdomen, earning a gasp from one of the men. "You shouldn't show so much skin!" One of them lectured.
I raised a brow; did I hear him right or is he lecturing me about my clothing? "I feel better this way. What's the big deal?"
"It is not proper." The man remarked. Is he serious right now? "Why can't I show skin? I bet half the men on this ship show the same amount of skin." I rebutted
"Well that is different." I scoffed at his reasoning and turned my attention back onto Whitebeard's question.
"I will join your crew."
Whitebeard gave me a confused look, "what's with the change of heart." I smiled at the question.
I pointed at the blonde before answering, "Blondie here said he's less strict when it comes to his crew. I want to see him without a stick up his ass." A few laughs came out from my answer.
"Gurarara! I like you brat!" Whitebeard laughed, making Marco snort.
"And if it's not too much, I would like to have my transponder snail back. I have two calls to make." The crew stopped laughing and became serious.
"You will have to make those calls here, yoi. You aren't a real member until you bare his mark." Marco responded. I nodded and felt the snail touch my hand. I understand their lack of trust, so I didn't argue, instead I dialed the number in and waited for the person to pick up. The blonde also took off my blind fold. The burning sunlight made my eyes squeeze shut, "can you put back on the blind fold." I muttered. Marco sighed at my sarcasm, "you never change do you, yoi?" The blonde was referring to our first encounter.
Flashback
A curse escaped me when I pressed my bloody hand against my bruised shoulder. My breathing was ragged, and my clothes were tattered, "At Least I got away from him." I whispered to myself, gripping onto the tree in front of me. My eyes wandered around the horizon. I almost jumped for joy when I saw a huge ship docked on shore. There's a town nearby, the crew is probably out.
"Might as well check it out." I grunted, trying to stand up straight. Once the pain became bearable, I stumbled to the ship. The ship was quite large, it looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. The wounds on my body started to heal, making my blood start to disappear. Once I mustered enough strength, I leaped on the top deck.
When I threw my arms into the air to stretch, a deep and scratchy voice came from behind me. "Is there something you need brat?" The old man spat. I turned around in a swift motion, showing the man my full face
"Eh? No." My nose twitched when another scent came through it. Next thing I knew, handcuffs were around my arms. The smell made my nose burn, "did you come for my head?" The old man asked, taking my attention away from the heat rising in my body. Whose scent is this?!
"No old man, I have no interest in killing you. I only came here to check out your ship." The cuffs on my hands tightened. Someone's hand grazed mine as they stepped closer to my back. My nose scrunched from their intoxicating scent. "Do you expect me to believe that?" The figure's deep voice made my skin crawl. The figure stepped back and walked in front of me.
It was a tall blond male, with a handsome face and gorgeous body. His hair reminded me of a pineapple, my favorite fruit. His scent lessened, letting my shoulders fall and my body relax.
"If I came for your head, I would've snuck up on you." My emotionless tone confused the blonde. It sounded as if I was a bored child, wanting to play a different game.
The gorgeous man snorted, "That doesn't mean anything." From his statement, I could already tell his personality.
"You're a total stick in the mud, aren't you?" The blonde froze before scowling at me. Whitebeard found my laidback attitude intriguing, "what's your name."
Marco frowned at his captain's question; he had a bad feeling about this. "Red." I answered with a smile.
"How about you join my crew child." Marco rubbed the bridge of his nose, he thought this might happen.
"Sorry gramps, being in a crew is work, and I hate work." My reason made Marco's frown deepen from confusion.
Whitebeard smirked at my answer, "Well I'm not letting you leave here without joining my crew."
I laughed, "well then I guess you'll have to chain me up."
Flashback ended
Everyone was silent as the phone rang, wondering who I was calling.
"Kid Pirates."
I jumped at the voice; my excitement was through the roof. "Killer!" The others gave me a look from the name.
"Red?! You're alive? Your brother was worried!" Killer's voice was relieved yet pissed off. Nervousness bubbled up inside me, but I continued. I hoped could finish this before a certain captain comes.
"So… I was kind of kidnapped, but I'm ok now." I gave a thumbs up to the device, even though he couldn't see me. My happy tone made Killer angrier.
"You mind telling me how you were kidnapped?" Killer said in a growl. Before I could answer the question, another voice came from the device.
"Killer, who are you talking to?" I gulped from the voice; it was a certain hot head I was trying to avoid. I wanted Killer to answer so I didn't have to talk to the red head, but now I'm screwed.
My only hope is for Killer to lie. "It's Red." And just like that my prayer was burned to a crisp. Damnit Killer.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN RED?!" I winced at the angry voice. Sweat started to form on my forehead as nervousness crept in. The Pirates noticed the tension shift in the air, none of them knew what was going on.
"I was kidnapped ok? Calm down Kid-"
"You didn't call for three months! Three months I thought my twin sister was dead!" The Whitebeard Pirates started to feel guilty, they never thought about my family. I don't blame them though, I didn't mention it, or even struggle when they kidnapped me.
"Look I'm-"
"Who kidnapped you." He interrupted. I could tell saying sorry wasn't going to solve anything, so I answered the question.
"The Whitebeard crew, I'm a member now." A sigh left my lips as I took a seat on the ground.
"I'm coming to see you; you might want to talk to mom." Before I could even protest, the piece of shit known as my brother, hung up.
My eyebrow twitched from annoyance and my hands balled up into fist. "DID THAT LITTLE SHIT HANG UP ON ME?!" I roared. Marco stepped away from me, scared of what might happen if he didn't. My red hair flared up, glowing with my anger. I don't talk to that man in three months and he randomly hangs up on me! He didn't even ask if I was doing ok!
"Wasn't that Eustass Kid, captain of the Kid pirates?" Izo has heard of them before, the captain and right-hand man are part of the Worst Generation.
"Yep, that dip shit is my twin brother." I rolled my eyes. That man has been a serious pain in my ass since birth. I took a deep breath, calming myself and letting my hair fall on my back.
"You didn't mention your family before?" Thatch stated. I looked towards the woman with a confused expression, "you guys did kidnap me, remember?"
"Sorry." The freckled brunette said, the others nodded. "We-"
"It's fine. I don't care." I interrupted. It is true, I don't care. I had another reason for not joining their crew beforehand. But now, after being around them for three months, my perspective has changed. Even though I wasn't around the crew, I could still hear everything that was going on. I know how the crew treats each other, like family. It reminds me of my old man and his crew.
I started to dial another number; it didn't take long for this one to pick up either. "Where have you been!? We have been worried sick!" My mother shouted, making me wince.
"I was kidnapped but I'm ok now. Where's Nako?"
"Your little brother is upstairs. And kidnapped by who? Do I need to send your father?" The word father made me shiver. That man wouldn't hesitate to storm all Whitebeards territories to get revenge.
"No, please don't! I don't need a war to start!" My pleading sprouted questions in the crew's mind.
"I know Shanks would start a war if his daughter was hurt." Whitebeard's eyes widened once he heard the fellow emperors name. The captain scanned my body, growing more shocked at every detail. Many people say I'm the spitting image of my father, if they know who he is. My red hair that followed past my knees, my childish personality, and my fighting strength. They all come from my dad.
A sigh escaped my lips when I noticed everyone's shocked expressions. "Mom really I'm ok. I'm joining their crew anyways, but can I talk to Nako." Hearing my mother call Nako brought a smile to my face.
The footsteps became louder as my brother bolted down the stairs. "Dem Dem!" My little brother shouted. I blushed at the nickname, "don't call me that."
The crew tried to hold in their laughter when blush flowed through my cheeks. "But Dem Dem! Dad used to call you that because of how evil you are! You would get all cranky whenever you don't get your sleep! It was funny." The child laughed, causing another sigh to escape me.
"Ok, ok, look I wanted to tell you I'm safe alright? I promise I will call you tomorrow for the details."
"Ok! I love you Dem Dem!"
I grew redder, "I love you too." Marco smiled at me; he was surprised I had a soft side. So far, I've been sarcastic and haven't said anything besides teases.
Once I hung up the phone, I laid on my back from mental exhaustion. My handcuffs were still on, so it was hard to relax.
"Your Red Haired Shanks's child?" Izo asked, his voice filled with shock.
"Yep! Don't worry though, I haven't seen my pops In years." I laughed.
"I like you Red." The girl named Thatch exclaimed with a grin. I could already tell she was the cheery one out of the group.
"Thank you, I would love to hang out with you more, but I still have these cuffs on." I dangled the cuffs in front of the blonde's face as I spoke.
The blonde took out the key from his pocket and unhooked the cuffs. "I'm guessing you already know everyone, yoi?" Marco asked as he bent down to undo the cuffs from my ankles.
"Yep, Ace, Izo, Thatch, Pops, and pineapple head." The present commanders chuckled at the nickname, while Marco glared.
"It's Marco." He corrected.
"But I rather pineapple, so it's pineapple." I huffed and crossed my hands over my exposed chest.
Marco rolled his eyes, "I'm a superior."
"Are you trying to make a point?" I pulled my hair out of its braids, letting it flow freely. My hair almost touched the floor, I've never cut my hair and I never will.
A tick mark appeared on Marco's forehead, "Are you always this childish?" I didn't respond until I was in front of Thatch, I grabbed her hand and dragged her along across the deck.
I answered once I stood at Marco's side again, "I don't know. Do you always have a stick up your ass?" I left after those words, dragging Thatch along with me.
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Third pov
Marco snorted at the girls last words before she left the top deck. God that woman is such a pain! Will she ever grow up? Another snort escaped Marco from the thought.
"Gurarara! Looks like she got you good there son." Whitebeard was met with a glare from Marco. Marco is the most responsible one out of all his siblings, he is the first commander after all. He has the most responsibilities on the ship because of his position. But something tells him this woman is going to make it a lot harder on him.
Marco snorted for the third time, "She is so childish."
His remark made Ace laugh, "is that why Marco?" The second commander's tone was mischievous, as if he was about to tease. Marco decided to leave. He had more important things to do then sit around and waste time on Ace's ridiculous thoughts.
The first commander went back to his room to finish paperwork. He stared at the foot-long stack on his desk, procrastinating on whether or not he should do it. Marco doesn't usually procrastinate, but he has a feeling there is something else he must be doing. Something very important.
The blonde ignored the feeling and got started on his work. He finished half the stack In two hours, meaning Thatch has either made lunch or started cooking it. Marco decided to take a break from his work to eat, he needs energy anyways.
While walking around the ship, he waved to his former crewmates. Handing out welcoming smiles as he went to his destination. When he reached the top deck. He saw Vista and Ace fishing, Pops drinking his usual sake, and a certain redhead laying on the ground. Marco walked towards the dining room to see how long lunch would take. He wasn't surprised when he heard yelling resonating from the kitchen. Of course, it was Izo and Thatch.
"What's your problem anyways!?" Thatch shouted at the man.
"My problem is you! You are such an idiot!" Izo shouted, pressing his finger against Thatch's chest. The two of them fight like this all the time, around the ship, in towns, even when they are in the middle of battle. The two never stop bickering. Marco left the two to their argument, not wanting to be dragged into it as well.
When he walked back outside, his eyes immediately went to Red. Her black jumpsuit was zipped all the way down to her pantie line, leaving her front side exposed. Her red hair engulfed her body, making her look so tiny. Her eyes were closed, and her pale skin glistened in the sun.
Marco walked over to where the woman was laying. He sat down beside her and noticed she was asleep. Her nose twitched as a goofy grin stretched on her face. The woman looked beautiful, even with the weird smile she was sprouting. Why is she making that face anyways?
The woman started to stir awake from the scent she was smelling, a scent that she can't get rid of. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the blonde she was dreaming about. She jumped and scooted away from Marco, "w-why a-a-are y-ou h-here?" The blonde gave the woman a confused look. Why is she so jumpy?
He noticed the blush sprouting from her cheeks and raised a brow. "Why were you making that weird smile yoi?" Red covered her cheeks with her hands as they grew redder. She removed her gaze from Marco and looked at the ground. Her hand was covering her cheeks but also saving her nose from his strong scent. The woman has become more cautious around the blond. Every time his scent fills her nose, it triggers something inside of her.
"Um, nothing." Her voice was higher than usual. Marco decided to let the topic go, "like being a pirate?" He asked, laying down beside her.
Red removed the hand from her cheeks, "I mean it's not the first time I have, but yes."
Marco looked at the girl, she laid back down next to him. "When I was little, my dad would leave me with my mother to travel. When me and my twin became 14, we sailed around the seas, like our father. Let's just say I made a few friends along the way."
The answer satisfied Marco; he didn't pry further. "Do I have to bear his mark on my chest? Or can I bear it somewhere else?" Red has been thinking about the place she wants to put it for a while. She decided to join their crew because she knows how Whitebeard treats everyone. He treats them as his own, her dad used to do the same.
"You can do it on your back, doesn't matter yoi."
Red stood up and threw her arms into the air to stretch. "Something else is occupying my back, I'll think of another spot." And with that, she started to walk to the dining room. Marco did the same, hopefully the two idiots bickering in there have cooled off.
Marco was wrong, Thatch and Izo we're still fighting with one another. Marco's face screamed annoyance when he glared at his bickering siblings. While Red laughed. "Hahaha! You keep fighting like this and soon enough you won't be able to take your hands off each other!" Red's statement drew everyone in the room's attention. It wasn't Marco and Red in the room, but also Ace, Namur, and Vista as well.
Izo snorted, "I don't know what you're talking about." Red took a seat on the table in front of her two crewmates. Her stare went back and forth between the two before she spoke. "Yep, I can definitely sense the sexual tension."
Izo and Thatch stared at the woman as If she'd lost her mind. "No way!" They both said in unison. The rest of the crew started to laugh at the statement, "she's right!" Ace laughed, with Vista and Namur nodding in agreement.
The first commander smiled as Thatch and Izo began to blush. "Come on Red! That's not true!" Thatch whined.
Red shrugged, "Sorry, I'm calling it as I see it." The statement made Izo's blush deepen.
"Well you must be blind. And why are you wearing that!" Izo pointed to Red's clothes with a glare.
"Izo, Ace is half naked! I don't see you yelling at him." The redhead pointed at the second commander. Ace gave a nervous smile as the attention turned to him.
Izo frowned at the woman, "your underwear is showing." Red blushed at his words.
"Fine, since you want me to wear more clothes. Ace can I wear your hat?" Red turned to the second commander with a pleading look. The brunette sighed and placed his hat on the woman's head.
Izo's frown deepened, "that's not what I meant." He huffed. Marco stared at the hat on Red's head, something about it gave him a bad feeling. He didn't realize it, but he pouted at the sight.
Izo reached his hand to the zipper and pulled it up, stopping it at Red's chest. The jump suit suffocated Red's body, squeezing around her curves. Izo gaped in shock, somehow, she looked more provocative than before. All the men gawked at Red's body. When her jumpsuit is unzipped, it is baggy around her body, hiding her curves and great figure.
Red grabbed Izo's hand and pulled the zipper back down, "I like it better unzipped." She pouted. Izo let the zipper go and sighed, "one of these days I'll fix you." The determined look in the man's eye sent a shiver down Red's spine.
After the show, Thatch started to make food and serve it to the crew. Red sat with Izo, Marco, Ace, Vista, and Thatch.
"Red! Can we hangout on the next island?" Thatch squealed, grabbing and clinging to Red's arm.
Red smiled, "of course, when will we land?"
"In three weeks, yoi." The first commander answered.
Red smirked at the blonde, "are you going pineapple head?" Marco rolled his eyes with a snort. "Childish." He muttered, not answering the question.
"If you don't mind me asking, how many children does Shanks have?" Izo asked. Everyone else was wondering the same thing. So far, they've counted three, including Red. Could there be more?
"There's four in total, I haven't seen my oldest brother in a long time." Red's voice came out cold when she talked about the mystery sibling. The crew could sense the tension building up in the air and decided not to ask any more questions.
"Where are we right now?" The redhead asked, she could tell they weren't in the new world because of the scent.
"We are near Sabaody, that's the island we're heading to." Ace answered. The name made Red's eyes widen, "Sa-baody?" The trembling in my voice alarmed the crew.
Vista was the first to ask, "is there something wrong?"
Red didn't answer the question. She dashed outside the dining room, looking for her captain. She ran to pops, catching her breath before speaking.
Whitebeard looked at the girl confused "Is there something wrong brat?" Yes, very wrong. Red thought.
Once she caught her breath, she spoke. "Are we near the calm belt?" Whitebeard nodded with a brow raised.
Red took a deep breath as she tried to process everything. There is someone she's trying to avoid at all cost. She shouldn't check this ship; she doesn't know I'm on it. I'm safe! No one knows I'm on this ship besides mom, Nako, and Kid- No!
The woman shoved her hand in her cleavage and pulled out her transponder snail. By that time, the crewmates she was sitting with before were standing beside her. "What's wrong Red?" Izo asked. The redhead seemed pissed off as she dialed a number.
Once the transponder snail started to ring, Red explained. "There's someone I don't want to see." That was all Red could say before the snail connected.
Red pov
It was the same voice as last time, "Kid Pirates."
"Killer, what did Kid do?!" My murderous tone shocked Whitebeard. My usual persona is laid back and carefree, but right now I am admitting a deadly aura.
"We don't know what you're talking about." This time it was Kid's voice.
I gripped the transponder snail out of anger before shouting. "You told her I'm here didn't you! Do you have any idea of what could happen if she found out I was kidnapped!"
I could feel the smirk growing on my twin's lips. "I do and I don't care! You'll have to deal with her! I'll see you soon!" Once again, he hung up on me.
"I'm going to kill him!" My hair flared up as my murderous aura grew. Marco and the others took a step back from me, afraid of what will happen if they don't.
Whitebeard frowned at the aura, "what is wrong brat?" Before I looked at Whitebeard, I forced myself to calm down. I didn't want to be rude to the captain, no matter how pissed off I am.
"There is a person I'm trying to avoid, a few people actually. One of them lives near the calm belt, since we will be traveling near there there's a good chance I'll see her. But don't worry, they aren't an enemy." I was exhausted just from the thought of seeing the woman. Knowing her, she'll drag me off somewhere and force me to change.
"Red, do you still want to eat?" Thatch asked, trying to cheer me up. I nodded and followed the crew members back to the room. We switched topics as we ate, I learned a lot about my fellow crew mates. I told them about my heightened senses and how I could hear and smell at least 20 kilometers away.
"I can also determine many details about you from your smell." I said in a matter of fact tone.
"Try me." Ace said, reaching his hand out. I grabbed his wrist and sniffed it, "one, you haven't showered in two days. Two your scent is blissful, meaning you are a free spirt. And three, you smell very familiar.." I trailed off, trying to remember where that scent came from.
Ace gave me a confused look, "what do you mean by familiar? Is it because of my hat?" He pointed to his hat that was back on his head. "No, you smell like my father. Which means you know someone that used to share the same crew as him." Ace froze, can she figure out my parents from my scent?!
I tapped my finger on my chin. "Gol D Roger if I'm not mistaken." My statement shocked everyone. My voice was as carefree, as if I don't understand the weight of my words.
"Y- you can tell that from my scent." Ace's face was mortified.
I felt guilty, I didn't realize the topic was sensitive. "Yes, I won't tell anyone though. I'm sorry." I bowed my head.
the horror fell off Ace's face, "No, it's ok. I don't think of that man as my father." His tone was cold, which gave me an idea of his opinion on the man. I didn't like Ace's cold tone.
I smiled at Ace and decided to change the subject, "Ok, want me to show you a secret?" Everyone peeked up at the mention of a secret.
"Nope, only Ace can see." I grabbed the second commander's hand and dragged him along with me. I couldn't see the disappointment in their faces, especially Marco's.
I dragged Ace to the bottom deck and pushed him into an empty room. "Alright, what do you want to show me?" The brunette took a seat on the ground and watched me shut the door. I reached for the necklace around my neck and squeezed the charm on the chain. Ace eyes widened as the charm shined red, glowing as bright as the sun. He shut his eyes from the blinding light. When he opened them, he saw my hand gripping a six-foot scythe. The main colors of the weapon are red and black, matching my jumpsuit.
He was amazed by the majestic weapon. "I can change its size too." I said before shrinking the weapon down to four feet. Ace eyes widened further, "is that your devil fruit?" He asked in wonder.
"No, but it reacts from my devil fruit. Only my blood can trigger the weapon." I let Ace touch the weapon. I could tell from his eyes he thought it was amazing.
"Why did you tell me and not Marco?" Ace asked once I put the weapon away.
"Think of it as an apology for before. Wait, why Marco?" I snapped my head in Ace's direction, a mischievous smirk appeared on his face.
"Cause you like him." Ace said in a childish tone. My reaction made his smirk grow. I blushed madly and stuttered, "n-no I don't." The statement made me remember the dream I was having before, while I was sleeping on the deck. The dream that was triggered by Marco and his intoxicating scent. My blush grew.
Ace walked closer to me and hummed "Your stuttering…"
I stepped back from Ace and covered my face with my hand. "That's not my fault! It's because of his-" I shoved my other hand over my mouth. If I said it was because of his scent, I wouldn't hear the end of it. I'd be teased for months.
Ace frowned, "his what." Ace pressed. He towered over me as his grin kept growing, "if you tell me I'll stop teasing you. For now." His offer was tempting. I don't know how long Ace would tease me for, and he might start teasing me In front of Marco.
I removed my hands from my mouth and looked downward. "Because of his scent." My voice was lower than a whisper. The embarrassment took over my face once I heard a laugh escape Ace.
He held his hands to stop himself, but he couldn't. Laughs sprouted from Ace's mouth, adding more red to my face. "His scent!" The brunette cackled
I smacked the back of his head, "Shut up Ace!" The brunette kept laughing, even after I threw another hit. I stomped out of the room while the brunette laughed. Stupid Ace!
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