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Captain's Log 1

[In blue ink there's a very flowing script from someone who clearly has no idea that this is public.]

Captains Log
Day 1 of being Captain

Teleported to strange island. Green fountain is the only clue, flying the nearby area didn't help figure out location. If it's in the New World, it's not one of Whitebeard's islands.

Surrounded by noisy idiots who are no help.

Still miss Pops.

- Marco

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[ARGH. What he wouldn't give to tear up the pages. Eh, screw that. He'll save the rage to tear up Crocodile's face later.]

[As for answering...]

[He's disinclined to tell Crocodile the truth just on principle, and he doesn't want the bastard thinking Marco is vulnerable. Unless it makes him arrogant enough to do something stupid like try to come find Marco alone, which would be almost too nice of him. On the other hand, if one of the crew is on the island and Marco just hasn't found them yet, then Crocodile might try to find them first and that would be much worse.]

[Aside from which, Marco has his own retort in mind.]

No. Are yours?

[Hahah take that stupid bastard.]

Do you have a ship?

[If this is really a new world? No. Well, not yet.]

I can probably ~~ste~~ acquire one.

[Ok, time to backpedal and maybe ask the nice Marco book questions. So like him he doesn't know where he is, but he mentioned something about a New World. Perhaps Yu can start off there.]

You mentioned a New World. So this is not Earth I can assume, right?

What is Earth?

The civil approach. Perhaps you can rise above your own meager sense of social courtesy.

[Ah, that is the question. Das Bones was the only crew he really had of any note.]

Perhaps. Hard to say, when I haven't combed the whole island. I've just arrived, after all.

[He thought so. Alright, so this is an entirely different place and definitely not anywhere near home. As if his interaction with Izanami was a reason for it.]

It's where I'm from.

[She goes back to drawing on the fountain as she considers. Others of her crew may be here. But Marco may prove useful.]

The shipwrights remind me of Galley-La.

Oh.

I am from the New World. Second half of the Grand Line. It's an ocean, not an actual [A pause as he tries to figure out the right word.] planet?

[He has to consider what that means. So Robin doesn't want him to steal, or is it supposed to be a warning?]

You won't get caught. Otherwise it wouldn't be a favor.

[No, he can't rise above that and he resents the implications, okay.]

I'll keep an eye out for you then, sweetheart.

[All the deadpan sarcasm ever, but he really will keep an eye out for any friends of Crocodile's. And not even to kick them, but at least to keep wary of them.]

...yeah, definitely nothing like that back home. So whoever brought us here wants us to explore this place?

It may be easier to appropriate the money, rather than the ship.

You seem tense, Marco. Are you still holding a grudge over me trying to kill your beloved "Father"?

Do I seem like the type to hold a grudge forever?

It isn't as though I tried to help make the tattoo synonymous with revenge or anything. [Oh wait...]

Not if the rest of the pirates here are as dumb as the ones I saw early in.

Beats me. I thought they wanted us to find some idiotic treasure.

Have you met others from our world? Aside from the belly-crawler writing to you on the next page.

And then what will they do with it? And why call a bunch of strangers to find it for them? Doesn't that seem odd to you?

[Thoughts of a Truth Seeker.]

You can see that? [You're a genius. Can he steal you? Oh, and you hate Crocodile too? He will marry you. Are you even a girl? He doesn't care.]

Not yet, but it sounds like some were still coming more gradually than others. And I'd like to hope the less stupid ones from my crew wouldn't have stuck around any longer than I did.

How about you, Robin?

Oh, please. Your Father is dust, so it's time to stop being children. The past is the past, not worth dwelling on.

[Granted, he'd love to have Teach's throat in his grip right now, powers or not.]

Blame Blackbeard and the World Government. I did my part several times over.

[Where are his matches, damn it?]

[Hm.]

[To waste them on another attempt or not?]

Pops chose where to die. Neither Teach, nor you, nor any marines, no matter their rank, could sway him even one step.

Haven't you learned yet? Even in death, he's a million times stronger and freer than you'll ever be, idiot.

I don't really care. Sounds like One Piece, and I had no interest in that either.

All the money or wishes in the world can't give me what I want, and no one can make me regret anything.

And a few others.

[The fountain drawing is done now. It's no work of art by any means, but there's chiaroscuro on it. Because she's classy like that.]

A few. You are not alone, you know.

If you see a certain young man in a straw hat, let me know?

Oh, I consider myself quite free to do as I please, these days.

It's always sad to watch people attach so much sentiment to the deceased. Free? Strong? He lost crew. He lost Ace. He lost his life. He even lost his ability. The Whitebeard Pirates are losing territory. The World Government has more power than ever.

Please enlighten me, Marco. Please give me some sort of proof beyond worthless platitudes and your verbal pandering to the memories of the dead. How exactly is he strong now? What did he leave you, or any of us, beyond more meat to bury?

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