Marco was tired, also lethargic and drained. He could feel that he was in his pheonix form and about the size of a hawk. Wherever he was was also warm and comfortable.

He felt so drained that he wanted to do nothing except just to lie down and sleep for the next century. He was also sporting a headache, did Thatch put some Seastone on him again and get him drunk? Trying to think back to the last thing he remembered, his eyes snap open.

How could he forget? Now he remembers the sneak attack the marines launched at night. Where a marine had snuck up behind him and locked a seastone shackle around his leg while he was transformed. He remembers shrinking down and being grabbed, then being shoved in (guess again) a seastone cage (where do the marines get all this seastone that they actually make a bird cage out of it). He remembers being put in a cabin decorated in marine decor and then… nothing, that's when his memory cuts out.

As his eyes snap open he looks around to see……... a graffitied marine flag. No really, there is a marine flag that is newly painted with the most neon orange he had ever seen, the paint adds a few choice words, phrases and a few interesting images about how stupid the marines and their morals were. Looking closer he spots small cuts and holes as if someone used the flag as a dart target.

Marco swivels his head around looking at what else was in the room. He sat on a wooden desk with an orange blanket wrapped around him as a makeshift nest (luckily the blanket was a dulled color instead of neon). He could see a bandage around his chest (covering his Whitebeard mark) and the seastone shackle still around his foot. Scanning around the room, he could see a bookshelf nearby, that had more random objects and and what looks like scrap metal then actual books. There was a small open chest filled with clothes underneath a hammock that swayed gently. A closed, and most likely locked, window lay level with the hammock so if someone would lie in it the window would be eye level. On the other side of the room there was a door, (also shut and most likely locked) though the defaced picture of Garp the Fist makes him pause with the eyes crossed out, flower designs drawn on the marine uniform and with devil horns and a tail. By the door there was a green-striped string pulled bag shoved in the nearby corner. In the desk he was on, there was a few pictures and candles. Oh, there was also the person sleeping on the floor.

Yes, on the wooden floor, of what Marco thinks is a ship, is a snoring, drooling man sleeping face first and arms spread to the side. The man, of what Marco could see, was young, he had messy black hair, covered mostly by an…. interesting cowboy hat. He had a yellow opened shirt and black shorts with (you guessed it) an orange belt and a blue pouch on his left leg. Marco could just see the end of a tattoo showing on his left arm. Briefly, Marco wondered if the man could breathe alright.

Let it be noted, that by now, Marco is extremely confused.

His head swiveled around to the door when it opened. A man carrying a large tray of food walked in. When he saw the man asleep on the floor he signed in resignation. He placed the food down on the ground and went over the the unconscious man and started to shake him.

"Captain, Captain wake up. There's food."

When the word "food" came out of his mouth the black-haired man shot up with a yell of being awake. Marco then watched in slight horror and surprised as the man shoveled food in his mouth only pausing to swallow.

In record time the large amount of food entered the man's mouth a disappeared. He then turns to the one that walked in and beamed exclaiming a "Thank you Dusty!"

Now that he wasn't face first in the floor, Marco could see his face clearly, he had gray eyes and freckles spattered and dotted around his face.

He then froze when the captain turned and saw him awake. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he can say, that didn't expect the man to sign in relief and say "You're awake, I'm so glad."

The captain then spends the next ten minutes rambling on how they had literally fished him out of the sea and how he was half dead they found him. Somehow during that time he had gotten closer and is sitting down in the chair at the desk and is rubbing a finger on the top of his head. Just when Marco was about to bite or peck the hand he pulled away.

"I forgot! I'm Portgas D. Ace, captain of the Spade Pirates!"

The only thought that came into his mind was:

Of course, he's a D.