We're coming.

Meanwhile, on Roger and Whitebeard's ship.

The two were happily drinking together. The rest of the whitebeard pirates were baffled at the turn of events. They were just trying to kill each other… and now they're drinking buddies???

The fuck?

Whitebeard and Roger laughed as they downed another barrel each.

"Isn't it a little quiet?" Roger asked.

Whitebeard nodded. "It feels like somethings missing…"

The two looked at each other and laughed, ignoring the feeling. "Gurarara!/ Hahahaha!"

Eventually Roger slapped his knee. "I know! Let's have the kids do a drinking competition again! That was fun!"

Whitebeard laughed. "Good idea! Alex! Come kick that red hed brats ass!"

… there was no response.

Marco looked around. "Does anyone know where the kid is?"

"Probably in the library again." Vista said as he sharpened his sword.

Thatch and Jozu both ran to check, but found it empty.

"He's not here!" Jozu said with a slight panic in his voice.

Rayleigh, Crocus and Gaban all came back from searching their own ships. "I can't find the kid anywhere!"

Whitebeard and Roger started to panic.

Roger thought for a moment. "They couldn't be…"

Whitebeard clasped his fist and shattered a barrel of alcohol. "Those damn marines… stole my child?"

Two waves of conqueror's haki started pressing the ships once again.

Whitebeard stood up. "Lift the anchor! We're going after our family!"

Roger grabbed Whitebeard's shoulder and stopped him from leaving.

Whitebeard looked back angrily.

"We're coming." Roger said seriously.

Whitebeard smiled and laughed. "Gurarara! I wish I could see Garp's face when he finds out about this!"

"Hahahaha! He'd just laugh! I'd rather see Sengoku's face!" Roger replied.

Whitebeard laughed and yelled at his crew. "To the nearest marine base!"

One of the pirates spoke up. "But… Alex usually navigates…"

Another added. "And cooks…"

A third added. "And sharpens our swords… as well as makes us new weapons…"

"He's also our best shipwright…"

Roger laughed. "You got yourself a hell of a kid on board!"

Whitebeard just laughed at his crew. "That's why we need to get him back!"

The rest of the crew sighed, now they had to actually do their jobs… what a pain!

Back to Marineford a week later.

A barrel with legs sticking out of the bottom was waddling around, bumping into buildings on both sides of the road.

The top cracked open slightly, revealing a pair of eyes that darted from side to side until they spotted someone wearing white from top to bottom.

The barrel-man yelped and dashed into an alley. He stumbled and tripped, rolling along the floor. He kicked his legs trying to get back on his feet.

The grunts of his effort echoed in the dark alley for a few minutes before he was finally able to regain his footing. Unfortunately, the noise alerted a marine, who walked into the alley.

The barrel man quickly dropped to the floor, hiding his legs back inside the barrel. When the marine looked in the alley, all he saw was a barrel spinning for a few seconds before stopping.

He sighed, assuming the perp must have got away and left the alleyway.

The barrel man peeked his eyes out of the top of the barrel to once again scout the area, only to see the open window in front of him.

He glanced inside the window and made eye contact with a woman.

Then his eyes trailed down to the towel she was wearing… then looked around at the multiple other women wearing only towels who were lathered in soap.

He didn't even have time to explain before getting hit in the face by a wooden bucket as the girls screamed. "Kyaa! Pervert!"

The barrel man was continuously assaulted by a barrage of items. A hairbrush, a stool, a towel, another barrel, a table, someone even threw a sword at him that stabbed right through his barrel, barrel-ly missing his heart!

Two kids ran into the alley due to the commotion. One of them grabbed the other and threw him at the barrel.

A white haired kid flew through the air before kicking the barrel, exploring it into pieces. "Get out of here! Pervert!" The kid screamed.

The barrel-man tumbled out of the barrel revealing a… little kid?

A kid with blue hair and a large red nose was cowering in fear. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean too!"

Alex, the kid with white hair cracked his knuckles. "I think you need to repent."

"Hiiccc! SORRY!" The clown-looking kid said as he bowed at Alex's feet.

From behind Alex, the kid who threw him spoke up. "Buggy? What are you doing here?"

Buggy looked up in anger. "I followed you, Shanks! Why did you come to a marine base?!?!"

Shanks started laughing. "Why would you get on a marine ship?"

Alex looked back at Shanks. "You know this guy?"

Shanks nodded. "He's a new crewmate. He's hilarious!"

Alex looked disappointed that he didn't get to beat up the new guy. He reached up a hand and helped him to his feet.

Buggy took the hand and stood up, only for his clothes to rip and fall to the floor. The sword may have missed him, but it seems to have shredded his clothes!

Buggy yelped and tried to cover up while the girls in the bath house screamed again. "Pervert!!!"

Buggy tried to run away only to get hit in the back of the head by another barrage of items while Alex and Shanks laughed at him.

After a while, Buggy was covered in bumps as Alex and Shanks led him to Garps house.

The moment Buggy stepped foot inside he nearly began crying. "Shanks! Wrong house! Wrong house! Why are we in a vice admiral's house?!"

Garp looked at the doorway from the couch. "What? Why did you brats bring a clown?"

"I'm not a clown!" Buggy screamed before covering his own mouth in fear.

Alex smiled. "We brought you a new recruit. Meet… Buggy D. Clown, a future admiral!"

Buggy flipped out. "That's not my name! I'm not a clown!"

"Bwahahaha! You brought a funny clown! You better be ready for training tomorrow!" Garp laughed before turning his attention away.

Alex waved to Shanks. "I'm going back to the lab! So many cool things!"

Shanks sighed before turning to Buggy. "Looks like it's just you and me today!"

Buggy looked like he was about to start crying as he was dragged away.