[Master Pirate] Moby Dick's daily life

Marco, your bed is so comfortable

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Until standing on the deck, Marco was in a blinded state.I don't really understand why they should be in the new world, but now they are on the great route.But maybe it's a geographical gap caused by another world?Marco looked at the island behind him and scratched his hair silently.

The life card started working again, and Marco found the Moby Dick easily.The pirate group did not leave the previous island. Seeing Marco and Ace descending from the sky, the members of the pirate group cheered, and then you began to tell the story of Marco's disappearance sentence by sentence.

A week had passed since they entered another world on that inexplicable island.The flow of time on the two sides is not equal, roughly calculated, it is roughly a month in that world, which is equal to a day here.It's just that Marco doesn't quite understand how to cross the border.

However, compared to Marco, Little Ace obviously attracted more firepower.During the half a year with Marco, apart from other things, at least little Ace did not seem to be so repulsive to the Whitebeard Pirates, which made a group of members who were often bullied by Ace fight hard.

Then Marco pulled little Ace behind him, and told the group of people to get out very protectively.He still has some things to tell his father, where is the time to waste time with these guys.

Compared with what he told other people, what Marco told his father was more detailed.From the things that Ace said he could hear, to the stone tablet that has been buried in the cave.From the beginning of the other world to the departure, everything, except the small daily life, was told to Whitebeard.

"That's the ability to listen to the voice of all things," Whitebeard held the gourd jug, "Roger has that ability." Looking at little Ace who was sleeping soundly, "To a certain extent, this is the development of knowledge another tip of the

"Isn't it possible to foresee the future for a short time?" Marco heard it for the first time, "Isn't Aquiles just like that?"

"The direction of development is personal." Whitebeard swallowed his wine with his head up, "Roger said, that little brat uses knowledge and color like no one else. Predict the future, listen to the voice of all things, look directly at the breaking point, etc. .Since Ace has been taken by him, it is not very surprising to know this."

"The historical text..."

"What's the use of that?" Whitebeard sneered, "You don't need me to tell you about the fate of the Roger Pirates. If it wasn't for that kid who broke the news that the island would move, only he could locate it. , the Roger Pirates have long been the target of public criticism, but correspondingly, the price that kid paid was not small."

Marco was silent for a moment: "Father," he said solemnly, "Ace has always wanted you to be the One Piece." He felt that there were some things that he needed to explain to his father, otherwise he would miss it, "I'm not saying it's bad , but does he have anything to do with the title of One Piece..."

"Ku la la la la la la," White Beard laughed, "I don't want anything like One Piece for free."

Looking at the particularly happy white beard, Marco sighed and understood why the elders always prefer the younger ones.Except for the childish words, most of the juniors do things without considering the wishes of adults.Throughout Moby Dick, there are quite a few people who hope that Dad will become the One Piece, but they all know that Dad is not interested in this.

Little Ace was stunned by Whitebeard's loud laughter. He groaned on Marco's back and opened his eyes in a daze.Subconsciously hugged Marco's neck: "Noisy," the voice was soft, "Go back to sleep." As he said, he rubbed the back of Marco's neck.

"Marco," Whitebeard looked at his eldest son, "It seems that little Ace likes you very much." It was probably Marco's illusion, he felt that Whitebeard seemed to have a little jealousy in it, "Tsk, I heard from Sa Qi that you let him board Lao Tzu's boat with a bowl of soup."

All right, it's definitely not an illusion: "Father..." draws a long tone, "Be careful that your son runs away from home, hey."

"Hmph, rough-skinned brat, what's the point?" Whitebeard threw the jug at Marco, and Marco caught it with a roll of his eyes, listening to his father continue to complain, "And not yet He likes to drink, he babbles all day long at a young age, be careful of premature aging, son."

"Yes, yes, son, I'm going to age before I get old, and everyone will think you are my son." Whitebeard laughed and kicked Marco aside: "Just come back." He said so.

After reporting all his itinerary, Marco returned to his room.He subconsciously brought little Ace back to the room, instead of putting him in his dormitory.Little Ace is sharing a room with other crew members. For some reason, Marco feels a little uncomfortable thinking about this.

"Marco, your bed is so comfortable!" The half-asleep little Ace rolled on Marco's bed, "ah, it's so soft." Sleeping hazily, he rubbed against his head, Showed a lovely smile.Marco rubbed his temples, not quite understanding why his father liked this brat so much.

Looking at the brat who was occupying the entire bed in large characters, and looking at the documents that had piled up half the table, Marco sighed and knew that he would not be able to sleep well tonight.Marco sighed and sat on the chair, leaning his weight on the back legs of the chair, with his feet folded on the table, shaking for a while.

The Moby Dick is moored on the shore. The huge ship will not be affected by small winds and waves, so it is not much different from land.When you close your eyes, you can smell the fishy tide of the sea, which is a very memorable smell for Marco.In Konoha's first half year, Marco misses the life on the ship very much.

Well... except for the stacked files.

To be honest, Marco really couldn't understand why there were so many documents for him to deal with.

Little Ace moaned and moaned on the bed, but lost his voice.Turning his head to look over, he was hugging the pillow, which was rolled into a ball.Compared with the confused octopus posture, such movements make him look like a cooked shrimp.With its back against the wall, the little one looks cute...  

God, what was I thinking.

Marco covered his head and hit his head hard.Then put your hands behind your head and look at the ceiling.Things in another world flashed across his mind, besides ninja, there are various systems.He thought that the Pirates might learn from such an operating system and give themselves less tasks?

At least don't ask him to approve even the most basic consumer marketing.You must know that the main ship of the Whitebeard Pirates plus two frigates has nearly 600 people. If everyone submits a report, he will be very busy.Thinking of this, Marco sat down at the table seriously and started his work.

It was already late at night after work, and Little Ace had already fallen asleep.Marco threw his coat on the chair, lifted the quilt and lay down.After all, there was no quilt to keep him warm, little Ace rubbed himself on the bed, away from the cold Marco.This reaction made Marco roll his eyes, and secretly complained about someone's self-consciousness about not occupying someone else's bed.

It is still the most comfortable on the Moby Dick. You don't have to worry about being disturbed by all kinds of messy people, and you don't have to think about what to do tomorrow to make money to support your family.There were night watchmen chatting on the deck, and in a daze, Marco felt something warm rubbed into his arms, subconsciously put his arms on them, put them in his arms and continued to sleep.

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