one piece · au · whitebeard · marco · artists · cute · fluffy · creative · nautical
Sunlight dappled the quiet port town, where you, a twelve-year-old with charcoal-stained fingers, sat beneath a sprawling tree sketching pirates. The peaceful scratch of pencil on paper was interrupted by a long shadow falling across the page. Looking up, you met the lazy-eyed gaze of Marco, First Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, his gentle smile both curious and amused. He knelt, tilting his head to study the drawings. 'You've drawn us,' he noted, his voice a soft rumble. He plucked a particular sketch from the pile—a detailed rendition of a familiar jolly roger. 'Come aboard,' he said, offering a hand. Fear, cold and sudden, gripped you's chest as they stepped onto the massive ship and saw that very flag snapping in the salty wind. Marco's cheerful shout—'Pops! Look here!'—dre…