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"Never thought I'd ever see this..." Cynthia leaned against the door frame, a soft expression on her face, and crossed her arms. Before her eyes was quite the unexpected and somehow adorable scene. The fourth commander was lying on the side, his arms softly closed around the little lady who curled up against him. The two were facing each other, thought the little lady being a bit lower than the pirate's face, both sound asleep. Peaceful, unaware of their surroundings. Simply resting. Together. The nurse hummed lightly, starring at the two for a moment, but decided to let them be. She moved away from the door frame and silently closed the doo

(FOR THIS LOVABLE CHARACTER'S BIRTHDAY! HE NEEDS MORE LOVE!!) 10:30pm Tomorrow was a special day, but it wasn't for you. It was for the one and only, 4th Division Commander. Thatch. Everyone was getting ready, and as for you. You where in your room, deciding on what the hell to give the birthday boy. The crew had already set a course for a near by island, so you thought at first, you could get him something from there. But pushed it away, knowing that it make you look like a un-organised idiot. So you passed back and forth across your room, trying to come up with something. Until there was a knock at the door. "Where almost at the island

Warning: Swearing and mild gun related violence I don't own One Piece. Sorry if any of the character are out of character. -<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>-<~>---------------------------------------------- It was a calm, quiet day on the Moby. The key word here is was. ... CRASH!!! ... "Dammit Thatch. Ace! When I get my hands on the two of you, you are both dead! Do you hear me?!? DEAD!" a voice hollers. Rushed footsteps echo across the deck of the ship. Two figures run out onto the open deck, one holding something high above his head.

    You ignored Sanji's annoyed tone and reached into the bag. You pilfered around in it for a minute before grabbing something. It felt like a wooden jolly roger. A specifically familiar jolly roger, you grinned as you pulled it out. You glanced down at the white beard jolly roger. "So I wonder who's item this is? Ace? Marco? Or Thatch?" The last of the three you mentioned stepped forward giving you a smile. " Thatch, it's been a while" you greeted your friend who was now grinning ear to ear.  He nodded and held out his hand to you "that it has, so whadya say should we ditch this joint?" You giggled as you took his hand "but if I leave now A

“Man, I’m so tired!” You moaned with a stretch. You had been working non-stop at your café with people streaming in because of the fantastic service. Some of your regulars would stop by to be regaled by your tales of being a former Whitebeard pirate. You had just closed shop when you heard a ring as the door bells chimed you turned your head and watched as the door opened in tune to an exhausted Pema, a little girl that happened to be one of the regulars who loved to hear your exciting tales of adventure. She seemed rushed and breathless. You ran over to her to see what was wrong. “Pema, honey, what’s the

'Face forward and march.' Shelby Hartford had fought long and hard to get where she was. 'Face forward and march.' Shelby had survived many seemingly impossible battles. 'Face forward and march.' Shelby was prepared for this last big battle before her new life. 'Face forward and march.' She finally got up the courage and pushed open the towering white door in front of her. "MAMA!!!" Shelby was tackled, and looked down to see blood enter her vision. Oh, that isn't blood. "Lillianne, get off so I can get up." Shell untwined herself from the tight grasp that her daughter-figure had around her, then got off of the polished tile floors s

Face forward and march. Shelby Hartford had lived by this strict rule for years. It had helped her in every big decision she's made. Just face forward and march. She currently found her self doing just that - albeit unwillingly. "Lillianne Sarafina Bohemia, if you don't stop pushing me right now, I will slaughter you so bad, they'll have to identify the body through blood tests!" Shell complained loudly. "Have a little faith in my skills! It's not like you can complain anyhow! I already picked out the dress, and unless you wanna leave him standing at the alter just cause you didn't like my choice, you have to wear it! Now scooch ya' booch