Chapter 23

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩:

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫, 𝐑𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥.

𝐉𝐨𝐳𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐞.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐚.

𝐈𝐳𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐚.

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐞.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐯𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧.

Sabo ran through the grasses and trees covering in the forest. He had defeated his share of commanders and now the rest can be handled by the Spades and Luffy. He has to say the commanders were difficult to defeat, but none he fought truly used their brains. Kingdew had quick reflexes and a great stamina, but that hadn't made him give up on the guy. It had only made him excited.

After winning the fight, and taking a little breath, he had rushed to Fossa, who had defeated Aggie 68 already and was a good swordsman. His blade was literally fuming! But his pipe was stronger than his sword. Only due to his respect for a person's choice of weapon, the sword was not broken from his skull crushing hands.

Sabo just wishes Luffy and the Spades to be safe. The last he saw Luffy, the idiot was trying to punch Blamenco. Seriously, he had told the boy to stay away from strong fighters, but no. He would never listen to him. The presence of Banshee and Kotatsu though helped him to not freak out at that moment. But the most in problem is Ace. He has been fighting Whitebeard for at least since an hour. Sabo clenched his teeth at the thought that it took him so much time to defeat his opponents.

He wishes he could lock onto Ace's presence but Ace had done a right thing by nullifying it. Whitebeard won't be able to predict his attacks if Ace continued to do it. But he knows it that it is damn tiring. He needs to help him.

He reaches the shoreline and hears the clang and cling of the swords meeting each other and the sounds of fists being exchanged but the most relieved he felt when he heard Ace's war cry. Ace was fine. He felt taking a breath which he had been holding onto. The beach was now mostly cleared. His plans were working, the only thing left was to do is defeat the commanders and Whitebeard and then the victory will be their's to claim. But Sabo is not naive to think that they can win, against the Strongest Man in the World yet.

Once he reached the end of the forest, he noted the position of the commanders. Wallace was fighting with Namur, Deuce was fighting with Rakuyo. When they were retreating to the forest, he had seen Marco, Rakuyo and Namur drag the bodies of their 'brothers' to the Moby Dick. If they are fighting that means the work is over. Sabo would have cursed if not for the Phoenix who had thought it was the right time to take a flight.

Sabo grinning evilly and climbed the top of the tree, waiting for his prey to soar above.

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Marco was looking lazily at the Moby Dick while picking up his unconscious brothers. He didn't want to lose any of them. With the help of Namur and Rakuyo, it was an easy task. He wouldn't let his brothers being dragged by the violent waves into the depths of the ocean, and it's not like the brats can defeat them. So, it will fine.

After picking up the last of his brother, Marco stood beside the unconscious forms of Thatch and Blenheim who have lost to the first mate of the Spades Pirate, Deuce and another spade pirate, Skull.

One look on the other side could easily show that Deuce had easily won and was fighting Rakuyo while Skull was panting and a bit injured and was helping Mihar to fight Vista and Wallace was fighting with Namur.

'Thatch needs training, being in the kitchen and cooking has made him rusty.' Marco groaned at the thought. But he knew on inside that there was another reason for why Thatch might have not attacked the Spades with his full power. The guy was emotional. He felt as if they were doing wrong since the beginning of the 'war'.

He took a deep sigh. He couldn't do anything. If Oyaji wants someone then he gets someone. With that in his mind, he changed into his Phoenix form and was about to soar to the air to keep an eye on his brothers and look for any fighter, except Ace who was fighting at the other side of the beach which Pops. He didn't even register when he was lunged on. Apparently, Cyane had lunged onto him just the moment he was high enough and close to the ocean. It was not fair. Why did not he sense the brat pouncing at him?

With an aggravated phoenix screech, he tried diving above in the air but it was getting off no use. The blonde man, with his Haki-coated fingers grabbed him and was pulling him down with all his weight. His balance was messing up, due to blonde having his weight on one side of his body.

The blonde's eyes were clearly smiling at him panicking and the water closing in. But if he falls in the water the blonde will fall too. Meaning he will take one down with him and Namur would fish him out, with the other. And in his weakened state they could easily win, even if he didn't like cheap tricks. It would have to work.

But one look at the water below was saying something else. The waves were trashing violently, and Marco couldn't help but feel the fear of being dragged into the water clutch his heart tightly. Suddenly, the waves were far too near. Even the frantic beating of his wings didn't slow down his descent. Not with the blond hanging onto one of them, hindering him.

Within seconds, he was in contact with the water. It didn't take time for the water to close over his head and his lungs seized. Helpless, he looked right into the wicked grin of the young man still having a crushing hold on him. Feathers had reverted to fingers, and they ached as if the blond had broken them with his grip.

"Bye! Bye! Pineapple head!"

When Marco had tried to hold on to the blonde with his broken fingers, he'd gotten a steel pole to the face, and had been looked at like he was the scum of the earth. Marco had no trouble believing that blond wanted him dead and gone.

The blonde mocked him and he swears he can feel him grin meanly before Cyane twiddled the fingers of his free hand and let go of him. Heart in the throat, Marco felt himself sinking. His energy was draining, his limbs had gone limp and any second his lungs would give up. His ears were burning up due to all the pressure. It had been a long time since he felt the terror of sinking in the ocean and this experience was making it more frightening.

Marco could see the blonde treading through the water smoothly with a surprising speed and grace towards the surface, unlike himself. Marco had thought that the blonde was a fruit user, but he apparently was not, leading him to this situation.

His lungs were burning. The desperate feeling of wanting the sweet taste of oxygen and getting out of the ocean plagued his mind. He wanted to hold his throat to not allow himself to have any intake of the sea water, but he was failing as each second was passing through.

Eventually, his lungs gave out, and he took a deep, deep breath. He was desperate. He didn't want to die here. He never thought he would hate a future brother, but here he was about to be killed by one.

He was unconsciously inhaling more and more water, making him feel really dizzy. When was the last time that he had felt this close to dying? He hasn't. A sudden calmness hit him. It felt like his body left him, it was as if he was waking up from a deep, long nap and was still in the after effects of it.

His vision was swimming and he wondered if he hallucinated Namur rushing towards him.

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In the forest, in the comparison of the Whitebeard Pirates the Spades were losing. For six Whitebeard commanders, eight Spades were lost. Lying on the ground unconscious. No one from any side was dead, all 'cause the other didn't want to dirty their hands or didn't want to kill their future brother.

On one side of the forest, Atmos was being comforted by Dogya and Gnayru, while on the other side, Speed Jiru was facing Saber and Kimel and in the middle of the forest, Leonero was holding his own against Crueil, but wouldn't be able for long. And somewhere else, Cyra, banshee and Kotatsu were facing Blamenco.

Every fight is tough. Determination alone cannot be the key to success. But they fight!

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Namur had seen it all. He had seen the blonde falling in the water with Marco, and fear had crept onto him instantly. His brother was growing to drown! And here he was facing off a Spade. With adrenaline flowing through him, he jumped into the water, abandoning his opponent. It doesn't matter, if he is regarded as a coward later. His brother, his family is in danger and he needs him!

He swam through the most disturbing, difficult and dangerous current of the New World. He needed to reach his brother in time. Marco's mouth was wide open, when he finally saw a glimpse of him. His lazy carefree eyes were dropping steadily.

Namur forced himself to move fast. And finally, Marco was in his hands. He tore the water in front of him, creating a path for him to throw the Phoenix to the surface. Luckily, it worked, even if it tired his body to a large extent. He couldn't help but go after his brother. They resurfaced quickly and Namur led the first division commander to the Moby Dick.

Tate, the head nurse, was awake. He passed him to the nurse, who immediately started pressing his chest and performed CPR. The first division commander was not responding, his chest were uncharacteristically still. For a moment fear engraved him, but then he saw his older brother throw whole heap of water. He was breathing. He was alive.

Marco was shivering, when he came to proper consciousness. He never would want to take a dip in the sea water ever again, even though he loves the sea! He had felt his whole life flashing before his eyes the moment he was losing his unconsciousness.

But Marco was a commander and the right hand man of the Whitebeard Pirates. He can't let himself cower from the near death encounter. He had to rise up, for his brothers to feel at ease. He had to get on his feet to defeat the Spades. So, he did after Namur went to join his fight.

And he was lucky, otherwise the Cyra brat would have gone straight for his Pops. It isn't that Oyaji wouldn't be able to handle three brats, but the fact that his inner Phoenix was feeling uneasy with the brat here.

So, he jumped from the Moby Dick, despite the protests of Tate. He has a fight to fight. He can't be useless now.

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"Yo! Pineapple head!" Luffy casually says and notices his brothers already fighting with Whitebeard. He wants to join them in the fight with the Old Man, but he needs to first fight with Birdie!

Marco narrowed his eyes at the young teen standing in front of him. Looking him from close, he looks more fragile and weak. Why did the brothers leave the boy to him? Did they think that a dip in the sea water would drop his strength drastically? Well, if they did so, then they are in for a great disappointment.

"Go home kid, yoi!" Marco said, but knew that the kid is not someone to mess with. The thunders cackling with the teen's laughter seemed to show that the kid was dangerous.

"I'm home." The teen said, taking his stance for the fight which was about to happen. "Where my brothers are, there is my home!"

"Why don't you join us then, yoi? We will have a big family and more brothers, yoi!" Marco knew he really didn't want the blonde to be his brother anymore, but he hadn't given up on the rest two, but what if they are same heartless, which he can believe easily after seeing Cyane. He won't doubt if he would be said the next day after they join, that someone died.

The boy titled his head a complete 180 degree, which is impossible for any normal human and his doe eyes blinked innocently. For a moment, Marco felt that instead of fighting the kid, he is supposed to protect him. Protect the innocent kid from the cruel world, but who is he kidding? His Phoenix instincts have been alarming him about the kid since the moment he had set foot on the Moby, to be wary of him as if the kid is a predator and the others are his prey.

"Ace and Cyane don't want to." Cyra spoke with his chirper voice, it looked like that they weren't even in the mid of a battle. Looking into each other's eyes and conveying that neither of them are going to fall for the other's words.

The clouds groaned angrily and a tree behind Cyra burned into ashes with the lighting which crashed, but neither flinched but took that as a sign to commence their fight. Marco's eyes widened the moment his half flaming body came in contact with the teen's punches. The teen was a Haki user! He could touch him easily. Well that was not the most surprising thing 'cause the teen did show an awesome display of his Conqueror's Haki and dare he say that it might be rivalled with Whitebeard's.

But the most shocking thing happened, when in the midst of the battle, he felt weak! He felt as if his energy was being sucked at a slower rate. The sensation was familiar to Marco, who had recently taken a dip in the sea waters. The teen's punches made him feel like he was ankle deep in the sea water, but the only difference was that his powers didn't shut but it slowed. He even cross checked if the teen was wearing any gloves coated with sea stone, but there wasn't.

This shouldn't faze him but the mystery teen gave Marco shivers. He kept up dodging the boy's punches next. The boy could punch! The one punch which the boy missed landed on a poor boulder and it reduced to mere rubbles.

The spar which Marco was doing with Cyra didn't let him fly off and attack the kid from air. Whenever he even tried to use his wings to fly off, he was somehow pulled down. The wind pressure on him was increasing violently and the lightening bolts were nearly missing him, the times when he managed to hit Cyra. The sea behind him was raging and the water was reaching the shore. It was a violent storm as Cyra had predicted at the beginning of the battle. The kid might be either a good navigator to predict weather or the storms were somehow related to the kid. But the latter didn't make any sense to him, when the teen was clearly showing some stretching powers.

"What is you devil fruit, yoi?" Marco asked ducking a blow straight for his head. The teen had already managed to get a grip on him once, and let's say it wasn't a good experience. He had felt his ribs breaking and he knew at least four to five of his ribs were sure broken, if not for his devil fruit which was keeping a good job at healing him.

The kid frowned at him and looked way too offended if his kick to Marco was something to say. "Jerk!" Marco heard the teen mutter.

Whatever the teen's powers were it was completely unnatural. But what if the kid was really a good weather predictor and was someone else controlling the storms? He hadn't thought about that possibility earlier. What if that someone was hiding somewhere and controlling it? Who else can it be that the Whitebeard's have not seen. Marco's eyes widened when he kicked the boy and threw him to a tree. He looked everywhere, spread his Haki but no... No. He can't feel the presence of the Cyra's Mom who can be the one pulling this off. Cyane and Cyra have told that they were brought here by Cyra's Mom, which means she is the one who can be controlling these.

And if she was good at hiding her presence like her brats, then they won't be able to find her any time soon. Marco gritted his teeth at another failure of the battle. But even if their numbers are reduced they will win, he knows. Even if there are only five commanders left and twelve Spades, they will win 'cause WHITEBEARD IS THE STRONGEST MAN IN THE WORLD.

The teen got up, blood spot clearly visible under his mask, and his mask stretched indicating that he was grinning.

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Whitebeard was impressed by the sheer strength and willpower the teens were showing to him. The teens have compelled him to use his devil fruit power. But unfortunately he can't use his power to it's full extent. His sons are all there near the shore.

Well, he really wants to make Ace, Cyane and Cyra his sons, but the determination burning in their eyes were making him think otherwise.

He would love to see what the kids would do in the future. After all, his era is going to be over soon. The era to the youngsters was arriving and no boat would lead him to that. He was glad with the energy the brats were showing. Their kicks and punches and plus the failed hits with pipes on his skull, showed their strength and stamina, which could only be gained through vigorous training.

"Tell me, why you wanted to fight me in the first place?" He was curious about it. Why would a rookie go after him? Why not other Yonko's? Was the teen so over confident that he would win the fight against a Yonko crew? He didn't take the fire brat as that. The brat cared for his crew, then why should he even come after him, if his crew wasn't that strong?

The Fire brat wiped of the blood from his lips and looked him dead in his eyes. "I want to surpass someone, who isn't alive anymore."

"Surpass you say?" Whitebeard laughed. "But I feel this is a suicide mission."

"I don't care whatever you say," Ace lunged forward, with his eyes connecting with Cyane momentarily. "I will do it!"

He liked the determination in those eyes. Should he let the boys go and see them grow? The question stuck him again. He was momentarily lost in his musings when Cyane attacked him on his leg. He would be sure that some bones broke with the attack.

But instead of anger, he laughed. The brat had guts. He threw Cyane to other side, but before he could hit the rock, Ace was there to save him. He got a glare from Ace showing how badly he really wanted to hurt him.

Well, the brats were looking for a real fight. He won't mess now. The brats lunged together at him, and he raised his bisento. He will only make them unconscious, he is tired of this fight now. It needs to end.

"𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐈𝐓!"

The air suddenly chilled around the whole Island and a roar was heard. The only people who were conscious were dropping on the Island floor like puppets without strings. Whitebeard felt a powerful force crushing him. He couldn't move. And one look on the other brats in front of him, showed otherwise. The brats were standing, were moving, but had stopped in their tracks in favor of looking at the one who disrupted their fight.

Whitebeard heard footsteps coming towards him. One look on that side, showed him Cyra who looked furious, and Marco who was just frozen like him and couldn't move a muscle, but somehow they were able to witness the pure fury in Cyra's face. The mask didn't hinder it. It only made him look much more dangerous.

"𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝," Cyra said in a low growling voice. He could hear the beating of drums coming from where Cyra stood, right in between of Ace and Cyane. Even they were not interrupting the boy and Whitebeard felt why the boy was dangerous for the first time. The shocked look on their faces cleared the fact they were even seeing this face of the boy for the first time.

The fiery deep golden and red eyes burned into his mind, the whisks of white hair mixed with his blackish mop seemed to float in the air, and his eyebrows showed the beginning of curls in it. Whitebeard felt as if he was standing in front of the most powerful entity, 'cause the boy can't be a human. Even if he would have regarded the boy as one having a mythical Zoan, then also the power radiating from the boy would not be explained.

"𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬," The boy said with such possessiveness, that it was terrifying. Did the boy had advanced observation Haki which allowed him to see the future where his brothers were hurt? Well, it wouldn't be more surprising.

Whitebeard felt the pressure which was crushing him leave a bit, allowing him to speak, to justify his actions.

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲," The boy said, and he can hear the clarity in his voice completely. The boy wasn't joking. He had powers to make his words turn into actions.

In all these, Whitebeard knew not to anger the entity before him. He knew he shouldn't risk the lives of his sons, who are all lying unconscious and won't be getting up anytime soon.

"I'm sorry," That's all he could give to him. He was understanding his mistake. He had forced a pirate group to join him, to give away their freedom to him. But Whitebeard met the kid's eyes and a certain feeling resounded throughout him. He wished to argue that he wanted to just make them his sons and give them a family, but his words refused to come out of his mouth.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫," The commanding voice of the boy said and from the corner of his eyes he saw Ace about to argue when the boy showed him his back and turned towards his brothers. He could see the test he was pulled into. So, he didn't dare attack.

He could see the boy's smile stretch and his mask melt into his skin and become one, but his face wasn't clear. Only Ace and Cyane could see him.

"Call truce," He heard the boy said and the next moment he fell in the arms of his brothers.

𝐀/𝐧:

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐒𝐨, 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲'𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧.

𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬. 𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬!!! 𝐒𝐨, 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨! 𝐒𝐨, 𝐲𝐚𝐡, 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲!

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐮 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.