Of Phoenix and Pineapple
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Still no pair. I'm in the mood for trolls.
I own nothing, just my headcanons. One Piece and Whitebeard Pirates are Oda's
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Fruit
U mad, Teach?
It was raining hard. No, it was more like heavens fall for the massive rain. In the rain like this, Thatch preferred to stay inside and dry. Because, you know... Hair's gonna be sticky under the rain. And it was no good. Really.
Yet, he was here, on the rear deck. Because one of his 'brother' called him as he said there was a little problem on the foremast. When the commander stated his wonder why the said brother didn't call for his own commander, he said that Ace was asleep. Thatch nodded in understanding. That fellow commander was a lump of useless meat while sleeping and not even the Marine warship's cannons could wake him up.
"Sooo, what's the problem?" Thatch circled the foremast, trying to figure what kind of damage happened on the said mast. His back faced his brother, wide open.
"Oh, nothing, Commander Thatch."
Lightning flashed, and Thatch felt pain tore his back.
But dark aura emitted from the wound. Teach's eyes went as round as a plate.
"Why-?"
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A/N: There goes! Life is trolling at me so somehow I have the urge to troll Teach (no sense I know). And you too, because I only made one drabble... oTL
At least, thanks for Shiary for your suggestion(s).
The next will be 'G'.
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