A.N: Spoilers up to War of the Best, I suppose.

Hatch 17: Eggs

"Take that!" Ace yelled as he threw a snowball at Thatch, missing by few centimeters.

"Hah, you missed!" Thatch yelled, throwing a snowball that was the size of his head directly at Ace, hitting the target "Woohoo!"

"What are you guys, kids?" Marco asked as he walked over "We need to go yoi."

"I don't think pops would mind waiting for a while longer" Thatch said, yelping as Ace managed to hit him with a snowball "You'll pay for that!"

A vein popped on Marco's head as he said "Now, you two!"

"You're no fun" Thatch said, but followed the first division commander back to the ship with Ace anyway.

"I think we should get back at him for ruining our fun" Ace whispered to the older man.

"Yes we should" Thatch agreed, smirking "And I know just the way how..."

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Marco went to his cabin, deciding to take a little nap. He was tired; he had had a night watch since few of the men from his division had fallen ill and on top of that he had had to go to the town in the morning. He deserved a break. Lying down the commander soon fell asleep, unaware of the two other plotting commanders near his room, waiting for their chance.

"Do you think he's asleep already?" Ace whispered to Thatch as he peeked in from the slightly open door.

"Should be" Thatch said "Let's go."

They entered the cabin, silently tiptoeing over to Marco's bed. Grinning, the two carefully removed Marco's blanket, grateful that he wasn't waking up. He must have been very tired. Thatch put down the basket he'd been carrying and together they put the eggs from it to Marco's bed, trying to keep from laughing. Putting the blanket back, they tiptoed out of the room.

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Marco yawned, sitting up in his bed, blinking as his leg hit something under the covers. Lifting the blanket off, he saw a dozen of eggs.

"..."

"What the hell?" Marco kept staring at the eggs before rubbing his eyes, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things. And he wasn't. He was getting really confused, but his train of thoughts stopped as he saw a basket on the floor. Staring at it for a while, he put two and two together.

"Thatch"

The fourth division commander was so dead.

A.N: And tomorrow we'll see if the members of the revolution army know how to make gingerbreads.