【OP】Marco gets a chance to do it all over again

certainly. "He nodded with a smile.

"Yeah! I knew Marco was the best!"

The other party cheered and threw himself into his arms.

After Ace left, he lay alone on the bed in a daze. Everything happened so fast and suddenly that it was almost unacceptable, but all the scenes were so real, and filled his chest with blissful happiness.

This time, he will never let the tragedy happen again.

The door opened again after being knocked, and he looked up, Sachi, Chozharta, the others, and other captains were crowded at the door to look in.

It was Vista who spoke first: "Marco, can we come in?"

"When..." Before he could finish his words, Saqi waved his hand to greet everyone to go in: "Hey, can you please come in quickly, everyone! This is a rare opportunity, everyone can visit as you like!"

Harta rushed to the bed and looked at him: "Marco, are you okay?"

Yizang naturally put his hand on his forehead and probed: "It's okay, at least I don't have a fever."

He wanted to explain that there was nothing wrong with him, and was about to sit up and talk, when Vista had gently lifted him up, and Joz consciously put a cushion behind him.

"Marco, you're being treated like a princess now, haha, I'm dying of laughter." Saying so, Sach brought a cup of hot water and placed it steadily on his bedside.

"All the crew members are very worried about you. Our captains have to report to those guys after visiting you to save them from worrying. Really, who is their captain?" Muir muttered.

Oops, he thought, it was so good, so good that he had the urge to cry again.

Since the war on the top, in the past few years, every night he struggled with all kinds of nightmares: the figure of Sage lying in a pool of blood, Ace's burnt abdomen, and the scene of Dad standing up to the last moment. Body, Qiaozi's severed arm, black beard's ferocious smile, Bai II's massacre in the new world, the blood and empty eyes of countless brothers, the torn white group...

The boundless emptiness overflowed again, almost engulfing his reason, and Marco felt the ice-cold despair again, and he couldn't help trembling.

"Marco!!"

Exclamations came one after another from around him, everyone's voices were like an invisible hand pulling him out of the mud.

He gasped in shock, like a choked fish.

"Are you really okay?" Joz, who had always been silent, couldn't help but speak out.

"It's okay." He shook his head with a smile, and wiped off the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand—there was also a bumpy scar with a slightly lighter complexion than other places.

"It's okay." He repeated again, "I'm just...a little tired."

More than a dozen captains looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

Marko looked up and said, "Sage, why don't we have a party tonight?"

As soon as Marco recovered, he immediately started to work on the most important thing—checking the list of crew members, and Marshall Teach was on the list. He stared desperately at the name that brought countless tragedies, and poked and poked on it, almost To leave nicks.

Of course, he couldn't just kick Tiki out of the boat, he didn't have a suitable reason, and if he confessed to everyone that he actually traveled from the future to change the past, this is obviously out of his options—— He does not refuse to be honest with his family, but if someone asks "what is the future like?", he really does not want to let others know the tragic ending.

Therefore, if what Phoenix said is correct, he only needs to pay extra attention to Tiki's movements, and on that turning point night, he will make Blackbeard's cruelty and ambition public.

But before that, even if he can't do anything to Tiqi temporarily, it doesn't mean he will give that guy a good face.

"Captain Marco!" Someone called him, Marco turned his head and saw that he was a member of the first team and a rookie, "Daddy told you to come over!"

"Okay, I see, thank you." He nodded, and called out the other party's name accurately. The newcomer was flattered and froze in place, watching the beloved captain leave for the direction of the captain.

"Father." Marco waved his wings and landed accurately in front of the white-haired old man.

"Kulalalalala, Marco, you are here!" Edward Newgate's brows still did not lose the demeanor of the powerful Four Emperors, he called out his son's name loudly, and looked at him with kindness.

"Yeah." Marco responded, then looked at the huge wine bottle in the other party's hand, frowned dissatisfiedly, and began to preach habitually, "Dad, you drink such strong wine again! Drink so much! Pay attention to your body ah!"

"Kulala lala lala—" White Beard laughed heartily, "Marco, how many times have you said these words! But how can you drink too much of what you like?"

"Daddy..." He shook his head helplessly.

"But." The old man stopped laughing, and his expression softened, "My son cares about me so much, I, as a father, can't say how happy I am! Marco is still as worried as before! Knowing this, I Don't worry!"

"Huh?" Marco froze in place, the same as before... Did the old man know?Or are you just aware of it...

As if seeing his doubts, White Beard stretched out his hand and rubbed his head: "Of course I know my son very well! Don't worry, Marco, I just feel that there is something wrong, you still do it Just do what you want. I just want to tell you a word, 'Learn to accept things that cannot be changed, and act bravely when things can be changed.' As for how to choose, that is up to you, Kulala la la la..."

Learn to accept?

But how could he accept such a fact? It would be better to say that he acted bravely, at least he made this deal with Phoenix, going back to the past and rewriting the future.

In the evening, a grand party arrived as scheduled.

There are various reasons for pirates to hold banquets. In the past, everyone in the white group could use various excuses to hold various activities every week.

Not to mention today - a party proposed by Captain Marco!Is there a reason not to open? ! !

After all, the person who used to always control them and keep them from causing trouble suddenly became an advocate of the event. Who would refuse this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

"Cheers to Captain Marco!"

"cheers!"

"Cheers to Papa!"

"cheers!"

"Cheers to the Whitebeard Pirates!"

"cheers!"

Countless wine glasses collided together and made a loud sound, and the clear spirits splashed all over the place. Everyone was either gobbling it up or raising their glasses to cheer.

Marco and Thatch leaned side by side on the side of the boat.

"It's good for you, you suddenly proposed to have a party, everyone was happy, and praised you desperately, but I was the one who suffered." Sachs poked the people around him with his elbow pretending to be angry.

Marco pretended to be in pain and bent down: "Let's do something for the brother, we have such a diamond friendship, don't you want to?"

Sage rolled his eyes: "You are so beautiful."

"Marco-!!!"

Along with the shout came a young man who was like a fire, and the other party flew towards him, and even his body part turned into an orange-red flame, and at the same time, the blue youth that bloomed from Marco's body was born. Blue flames, they blend together and burn endlessly.

"What's wrong, Ace?" Marco couldn't help rubbing the other's black head again.

"Blind blind." Sach shouted while covering his mouth.

Ace ate a lot at the banquet, and now his body smells like barbecue. He has also been drunk a lot of alcohol, and now his whole face is flushed, and the small freckles are almost invisible, but his eyes are as bright as obsidian .

"Marco promised to take me for a ride today!" the boy shouted.

"You bastard, you're so drunk, why do you remember this clearly?" Marco scratched the other's nose, "Okay, come up."

He shook his body, turned into a phoenix, and waited on the deck.

Ace screamed excitedly and jumped up.

Sachs on the side shook his head and sighed: "Tsk tsk tsk, look at it, Ma Pinluo, it's really treacherous, leave the physical work to me, and take the benefits yourself, what a respectable senior."

He imitated Ace's tone and movements and squeezed his throat: "Marco is the best! I like Marco so much~"

Marco turned his head and blinked at him: "Don't be jealous, Sachi, I'll pick you up later."

He waved his wings and carried Ace up into the air. The half-drunk boy looked down at the shrunken Moby Dick and shouted happily.

Under the envious and jealous eyes of other crew members, they crossed the starry night sky, and the blue flames burned in the darkness, gentle and calm.

Ace was riding on his back, and Marco could really feel the weight of the person on his body. The evening wind gently blew the cheeks of the two of them, and he felt extremely at ease.

"Ace." He yelled, "Sit still, or you can choose to hold me tight, I'm going to fly a little faster."

Then he exerted all his force, and the boy almost fell down before he could react, nearly falling into the sea, and finally he stabilized before he began to giggle in shock.

"Hey, Marco."

Ace leaned forward, laying on top of him, wrapping his arms around his neck, and Marco could feel his body temperature—always much higher than normal.

He tilted his head to show that he was listening.

"Last night, I had a terrible dream."

"I dreamed that Sachi was dead, I was dead, and my father was also dead."

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