Misconceptions.

Doflamingo.

Talk about a change up. This chapter starts in Marco's POV.

Pic is Miana. Law's girl!

Marco's POV

"Well this is a surprise."

"Shut up."

Thatch shuts my door behind him, after he had so kindly let himself in. He takes a seat at the cluttered desk.

"So-"

"No. Shut up. I'm trying to sleep."

"It's past noon." He says dryly. "Honestly Marco this is embarrassing."

"You're embarrassing." I scoff into my fluffy pillow, jerking the blanket over my head to block out the light from the window my idiot brother just opened.

"Pops wants you by the way." He tries, and fails. Pops gave me the day off.

Thatch groans, he probably just wants me to cover for him while he pulls a prank.

"So when you saw my precious little Mara dear was she upset?" Thatch asks slyly.

"And why do you want to know? Sneaky bastard." I peek out of the covers to glare.

"Because there's no way she let you kiss her then not try to kill you after." He rolls his eyes. This brings a smirk to my lips, truthfully I was surprised too. Girly would do something like that. Maybe it's because Red Hair was there? My lips twitched down at that, did girly know Red Hair that well? That she wouldn't have to pretend in front of him? Or have the strict Marine or Pirate mentality she seemed to have every where else? Why is that? Not to mention the.. what was it? A necklace? He asked her to return it to him? Why? What was it that Red Hair wanted from her that he couldn't say then? Was he-

Flick

"Stop thinking so hard." Thatch smirks. I glare, his eyes soften (in a manly softening way), "Whatever stupid thing you did, she'll forgive you for."

"Are you drunk?" I question.

He laughs in a very Thatch way (loud and annoying) before standing and flipping the chair around to sit backwards in it, crossing his arms over the back.

He opened his mouth for a witty response but rapid pounding on the door cut him off. He frowned a little annoyed that he couldn't poke the beast (aka me) a bit more, trying to see how far I'd let him annoy me before kicking him out, but he slung the door open anyways in a very dramatic show, bowing and everything.

"What do you want?" I ask, lethargic as ever. The rookie, Nelson was it? Neeson maybe? Nemours? Eh something like that. He stuttered and pointed, looking shocked and scared in a way that was considerably diminishing to my pride as a Whitebeard pirate- change that thought, not even just a pirate that wounded my pride as a man. Pfft. Weak.

"Spit it out!" Thatch exclaims making the rookie jump,

In one breath he blurts "There'saWarLordonthedeckwithsomeladymarineandPopsispissed." With a red face he ran off in the direction of the deck. Thatch turns and raises a brow,

"What..? Just happened?"

There's a War Lord on the deck with some lady marine and Pops is pissed.

"Really," Thatch leans against the door, "I mean I think I heard something about a War Lord and a marine but otherwise I just-" I slam my palm into his chest racing by in nothing but blurs to untrained eyes.

There was a crowd gathered on the front deck Pops amidst them all. They easily parted seeing me coming through, and I took up a place on Pops right, raising a brow before turning to look at the scene before me.