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Things are different now...

Family Part 2

Izou looked down when he thought he heard something hit the side of Moby Dick. Maybe it was an animal or something, like a sea-king or a shark or dolphin or other kind of sea marine animal. To say that that the cross-dresser was shocked when he saw a child, well, a young man as he couldn't really tell age properly from where he was standing and looking down at the person, but Izou could say something that kid looked to be in his late teens and early twenties. Who appeared and was, hopefully, sleeping, in a small boat that could have been CRUSHED and at least a thousand times smaller than the Moby Dick here. Well, that would be an understatement. Just… what the hell… this was now what Izo was expecting to see at all.

Izou almost jumped off the ship to make sure the person was alive! Izou doesn't know why, it was like the kid was in pain and Izou wanted to make it go away.

"POPS!" Izou shouted as he gripped the railing where he was so he couldn't jump and probably give everyone heart attacks for jumping overboard so suddenly. It was better to let the Captain and see what he thinks they should do.

The person didn't even stir when Izou shouted, that had Izou worried. What if they were hurt? What if they were they dead?

"What is son?" Whitebeard asked from his sit as he talked with his First Division Commander Emmet.

"You have to see this!" Izou told him as he pointed down. "There's a kid in a boat!"

What…?

Emmet walked over. The blonde haired first division commander had come over to make sure that sixteenth division commander wasn't trying to pull a prank or something, not that it was something that the cross-dressing whitebeard pirate would do, but he was close with Thatch and you never know for sure. He looked over the side. His long blonde hair getting in the way so he tied it back and his eyes opened in shocked as he saw what Izou had.

That was a small boat and there was a kid right there inside of it, looking like he was sleeping or something. Emmet looked at their father as he finished tying back his hair.

"Izou's right Pops! There's a someone down there!" Emmet commented, looking a little worried "And he's alone. What should we?" What was a kid- been them ten year old or a teen or twenty-something year old- doing by themselves, in a row boat, in the New World of all places? How are they still alive? The weather changes in an instant without warning. This kid was lucky to be alive.

"Bring him up," Whitebeard told his sons without a moment's hesitant. Why was a kid in a boat, alone, in the New World? Whitebeard did not like this. He wanted the boy or girl was okay. Why were they here by themselves? What happened? Who do they belong too? Are they still alive? How are they going to react to the pirates? How are they going to react to them the Whitebeard Pirates, the World's Strongest Crew? "Let's make sure he is okay and see if he will talk to us. Be careful though my sons."

Who knows what happened to the kid for this to have happen. Was he a runaway slave? Did he escape an island attack by pirates? Had he been on cruise? Was he kidnapped? There were a lot of questions and right now, they had no answers. And who knew how the kid was going to react to them.

Whitebeard walked over and watched as his son were organising for the boat to be brought up onto the deck of the Moby Dick by ropes, as the Whitebeard Pirate Captain looked down at the kid in the boat. He looked like he was sleeping… he so looked peacefully… kind of cute. It was sweet.

The kid seemed to be male, somewhere between eighteen and twenty-two, at least that what it looked like, he could be younger or older for all they know. He had blonde hair, long black pants, black boots and he could see white from a shirt under a jacket- a black fluffy jacket. Wasn't the boy hot in that jacket?

Namur dropped overboard and landed in the water. That didn't stir even the kid as they all heard the loud splash made by their fishmen brother. That was very worrying. Was he hurt? Was he dead? Passed out? Exhausted? After all, it wasn't every day that you find a kid in a boat in the New World.

Namur tied ropes around the ends of the boat where it seemed that it some hooks where they could tie the rope. That was good. If the boat didn't have those then they would have had to lower their ladder, climb down and carry the kid up to the deck. And they weren't sure how tall the kid was since he was curled up a little bit of a ball.

Namur hopped into the boat once he was done tying the rope onto the little row boat, he looked the kid over carefully. The young man only seemed to be sleeping- as Namur had noticed the small sounds coming from him and the chest moving up and down. Namur frowned, the kid had no emotion on his face, though he could have sworn that the kid was smiling before. The kid didn't stir at all though. He was still alive... right?

What was going on? Something was telling Namur to stay away from the kid. That this kid was dangerous. How could that be? He was sleeping and didn't seem to be dangerous… but then again, this is the New World. No-one should underestimate this kid, who knows who he is. Or how he got here or why.

The boat moved up slowly and not so delicately. It didn't seem to stir the kid either. That was worrying to those who was watching, let alone for those helping to bring the kid and the boat up.

Namur looked at him closely, not taking his eyes on the kid. He seemed tallish, or maybe average tall for human male? It was hard to tell with him curled up in a ball. He was wearing mostly black clothes say but the white shirt, though the white shirt seemed to have some kind of black pattern on it though. He also seemed to have a sliver chain that looked like some kind of necklace around his neck and he was seemed to be hugging something close to his chest… a book…? What…? Why would he be hugging that?

Namur looked around the boat easily and saw a black and turquoise blue bag- it was closed. Then looked back at the kid. The kid didn't seem to have a weapon on hand anywhere that Namur could see but who knows what is in that bag or if the kid was devil fruit eater or not.

They still better be careful.

The small boat was put on the deck carefully and as delicately and it didn't stir the kid. A lot of the crew gathered round to have a look and they were making a lot of noise.

"I suggest you stop staring at me and let me sleep in peace," the kid told them not moving or seemed to have stirred and not even opening his eyes. "Ass-holes." The kid turned and curled up more into a ball. The kid didn't seem to be impressed, but it was hard to tell as there been to be no emotion in his voice.

Was the kid awake…? Or talking in his sleep?

"Who are you boy?" Emmet asked. Seeing if the kid was awake or not.

The kid sighed as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Holding a book, what looked like a sketch book maybe, in one hand. Emmet almost froze on the spot when he looked at him. There was something wrong with the kid's eyes, they were not only a natural red colour but there didn't seem to be any life in his eyes. Like he had seen some real horrors in his life and he might have been a little older than everyone thought. And he seemed taller and maybe a little older than everyone first thought as well.

"Who the fuck are you?" the kid asked in an emotionless voice then noticed Namur. "What the fuck…? A Fishman? Where am I…?"

Whitebeard laughed at the kid. He was amusing. Did he not have a sense of danger? Did he have any idea who they are? Did he know even where he was? The kid looked at Emmet again then laid back down in a ball, not seeming to care anymore. As if Namur was the most surprising thing here, ad since he is over that shock, he doesn't care what else is going on.

"Just put me back in the sea," the kid told the people who had picked him up randomly. That shocked all of the Whitebeard Pirates as the kid closed his eyes again. What…? Put him back in the sea…? Why!? "I'll be fine." Why don't they actually believe that?

Whitebeard could have sworn he heard a little crack in the kid's voice then. Like he was hurting, but in not a physical way. No-one said anything, they all stood there or sat there, in silence. Was the boy waiting for someone or something?

"What?" Izou said- breaking the silence after a few minutes of no-one saying anything or moving, or doing anything. The kid wanted them to leave him, alone, in a small rowboat, in the New World? Was he insane?!

The kid sat up again and released a bit… okay, a lot of Haki- knocking out a lot of Whitebeard's sons. The kid might not sound or show his emotions but it seems that he was annoyed, by of the action of releasing his Haki. This kid had Conqueror's Haki…? And it was strong too. Damn, this kid might be dangerous after all. But who is he?

"I said- just put me back." the kid repeated to Izou- maybe seeming a little mad but it was hard to tell with his face expression the way it was. "I'll be fine."

"Impressive Haki brat," Whitebeard said.

The kid looked at him but his face expression didn't change. It looked hurt and emotionless at the same time- like he had seen the horrors of the world and didn't want anyone to know what he thought or what he was thinking because of it. It was hard to tell what the kid was thinking because of this. What had the boy seen to make him have this kind of face? Like it was normal to look this way? Who was this kid?

"Who the fuck are you?" the kid asked.