As the captain walked, the light revealed his face. His trade mark smirk never left his lips. His red eye glowed in mischief while he bent to your level. Your hair covered your face a little, but he pushed them behind your ear. Oh how he knew you hated his touch. You hated everything about him. The way he spoke, the way he walks hell, you even hated the way he breathes. Your eyes were narrowed dangerously as you watched him pull back his hand.

"You know, if a look could kill, I'm pretty sure that there would be nothing left of my hand."

If only you didn't have those stupid sea stone handcuffs, then there would be nothing left of him. You knew fighting would be pointless. It would only be a waste of energy. And if you were planning an escape, then you would need all the strength you could save. Knowing Jack, he would probably try to poison you. But he's not a dumbass. He actually thinks before acting. At least, you could give him that. A movement caught your eyes. In an instant, a glass of water was put in front of you. You looked at it for a second before glaring harder at the smiling man.

"Don't be shy now, princess. I didn't poison it."

He was a real bastard. And by the look of it, he knew it too. Perfectly.

"Oh yeah, your hands are tied together."

In a rough movement, he grabbed your hair and pulled you closer. You shut your eyes tightly from the pain of the sudden agitation. Before you knew it, the glass was pressed against your lips. You had a mental fight to whether or not drink the water. But, your throat was burning because of the lack of water. So you open your mouth. The cold water slid down your throat appeasing it slightly. He pulled the glass away and you open your eyes just to see him with his usual face.

"I told ya it wasn't poison."

He was way too happy about this statement. He let you fall on the floor, but this time you tried to stay in the position you fell. After all, lying on the cold floor wasn't one of your favorite things. You much preferred when you were in a sitting position. You took a deep breath before saying with the same smirk he had,

"Poison doesn't work on me, moron."

What happened next could be seen a million miles away. You knew he didn't like when people insult him. So it wasn't a surprise when you felt your cheek burn the second the word left your mouth. His hand was still in the air making it obvious that he just hit you. A shadow was covering his eye. He was angry. Very angry. He lost his smile and replaced it by a grim line. Your hair that was behind your ear fell once again on your face. Which you were glad because if Jack saw the smile on your face, you would probably be thrown to the wall.

"Don't forget, princess, the I'm the captain here."

He was still calling you princess, but you knew that he was dead serious. You watched him turn his back you before leaving the room. What a sensitive man.

3rd Person P.O.V

It was a peaceful morning aboard the Mobydick. The sun was up, the birds were singing and the sea was calm. But what would be a peaceful morning if the second commander didn't do any pranks on his best friends ? So Ace was currently hiding in the crow's nest waiting for the familiar scream. 3...2...1...

"ACEEE !"

No doubts. This was definately Marco's voice. The first mate was quite shocked when he woke up. He blinked once. Then twice. But, it really wasn't a dream. Everything had "mysteriously" disappear without a trace. So here he was, looking for the younger male to rip his head off. For a moment, he was happy that he didn't sleep naked that night. Though, walking on the deck with only underwear was quite embarrassing. Then, a second scream was heard. And surprise ! It was that same name that was scream. Ace was in trouble. But like they say, curiosity killed the cat. Ace took a small peek to see the faces of his friends, but he didn't pass unnoticed.

A few minutes and curses later...

Most of the men were now awake. They were all heading to the eating hall... Well, beside the mera-mera user. After The first and the fourth commander caught him, he was forbidden to take a single step in the mess hall before he cleans his mess. Which means replacing all Marco's funiture back to its place and for Thatch... Well, when they'll come across an island he'll buy him new combs. Then, after finishing that, then he would be allowed to eat. But, everyone knew Ace. It would take him all day to put everything back to its place. And that's why he asked (threatened) someone to help him. So in less than an hour, everything was fine. Well, not everything was fine since Thatch couldn't do his hair. And it was a catastrophe. His poor hair weren't comb ! It took all Marco's time to convince him that his hair would be alright. But in the end, he had to ask Izou for hair products. Which he only got after a very long argument.

Of course, Whitebeard heard about this morning. He founded funny that Ace took all the trouble to put all Marco's belongings in different places. For example, the chair of the desk was in the kitchen while the desk was in the sick bay. He always wondered where his son founded all those crazy ideas. But he stopped searching after a while. Sometimes, there are things that should stay secrets. He watched him from his seat smiling slightly. He was happy to see him on the ship alive. But he was worried. Not about him. About Leah. He was worried about the only daughter that wasn't a nurse. Sure he believed in her, but it's been almost a week since she called. He knew he should have more faith in her, but he felt uneasy about the task he gave her. Maybe six days ago, she had told him that she should be there depending on how long it took for the brat to prepare himself, but since then, he never got another call. His worries were reflect in his eyes.

"Don't worry pop' we'll probably see her today with her goofy smile in less than an hour."

But, even if Marco said that, no one actually believed it. They both watched the horizon wishing that they would see her with a smile waving her hand at them. From afar, Ace and Thatch watch them thinking about the same thing. They both turn their head to watch the ocean thinking about the one and only girl of the crew. The only spy they had. All of them only had one name; Leah. For a moment, Ace felt angry. He could not understand why his old man sent her to a mission right after the war. His friend beside him notice his anger. And just as if he knew what he was thinking he said,

"Pop's didn't give her the task. Leah was the one who ask him to let her handle this."

Ace understood what he said. But, as the days flew by, all he wanted was that Whitebeard calls her back home. But what angered him the most was that no one could help her. Because if one of them tried to, then her plans would probably fail. And it was then that they notice how they depend on her. If it wasn't because of her, then Thatch would be dead by now. If she hadn't take all the missions they gave her, then they wouldn't know has much as they do now. They knew she wasn't on the ship very often. And when she was there, it was for less than a week before taking another mission. They realized that every time she went on an assignment she risked her life. Of course they all risked therir lives, but Leah was always alone. It was sad, but it was necessary. Everything she was doing required the person to be alone.

I do not own One piece. Just My O.C.

So I tried to write with the third person. I like it, but I don't know if I'll be able to write a whole chapter like that.

Just tell me which way you like better and if it's with the third person than I'll try.