[Voice]

[fierybluebird]

All Spades, Straw Hats, and those invited, we need a full crew meeting immediately, off the ships.

To all other crews, my name is Marco. Do not touch a certain fireball named Ace. If you can avoid him, please do, but consider him extremely temperamental and volatile. That is not a challenge, it's a warning. He's not in his usual state of mind, and if confronted, he will try to kill you. And if you lay a hand on my baby brother, I'll kill you. So just leave him alone, and if you need help dealing with him, contact me here.

Are any other crew's members acting out of sorts?

Comments

[thatched]

It's nothing, pretty bird. I'm just thinking. [pets Marco's arm]

[fierybluebird]

[Tugs on Thatch's goatee and cheeks trying to decide if he's lying.]

You better be, yoi.

[thatched]

[grabs Marco's cheeks and gives him a big kiss on the forehead] Focus on what's important. I'll keep.

[fierybluebird]

[Takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, listening to Thatch's heartbeat and the whole world around them.]

Is any of this real?

[thatched]

Seems like it. [hair ruffle]

But we've weathered worse storms, love. Don't make me hum Redhair's song.

[fierybluebird]

I hate that song.

[He will peck you.]

[thatched]

Aww you'll make Redhair cry if you say that. [ruffleruffle] Word is he's fond of our little pigeon.

[fierybluebird]

Good. Let him cry.

[Rolls his eyes.] I'd rather he wasn't.