Title: Forty-Four to Four

Rating: K

Warning: Grammar error as usual. Age-bending. No pairing, just Marco/Ace/Thatch bromance.

Disclaimer: Eichiiro Oda

This is an AU - OP world but different timeline. Thatch had eaten his Devil Fruit, so Ace didn't need to chase Teach and thus, Ace and Papahige aren't dead. I'm just going to leave that fact here.

Based on chat RP with Hilian. Gonna update irregularly along with my other fics. Yes you may spank me for posting new fics instead of write the updates.

Plot bunnies everywharrr~ *headlaptops*

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Chapter 1: It Just Marco, Only Smaller

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It started with a high-pitched ear-splitting shriek from the commander's cabin over the Moby Dick, the Whitebeard Pirate's flagship, in the morning just before the sun climbed up the sky. The shriek, unsurprisingly, had wakened the entire Whitebeard's fleet —even the seagulls which nested on the top on each ships' masts. Even the nurses.

Even Whitebeard himself.

Surprisingly, it came from the notoriously Whitebeard Pirates' First Division Commander's room.

No one ever dared to get closer to Marco's room, despite being curious of what on Mother Sea's sake happened. Not even Thatch as his closest buddy. Not even Ace whose never gave a fuck about everything. None. Except, of course, the captain of the ship, Whitebeard himself, a.k.a The Mightiest Man In The World, whose pissed off to the boot because having his sleep interrupted.

Long story short, Whitebeard knocked the room's door flat to the floor before he gaped, stared blankly to the bed where the source of the problem was laying on the bed, staring back to him.

It was just Marco, only smaller.

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