Hey everyone! ( _ ) This is a new story I made. Well, actually, I took the plot bunny from Sarcasticles story and kinda played around with it. ^.^ Any credit should go to that person, not me. Anyways, please Review to this story so I can make it better and what not! Also, please tell me if I have made any errors on here. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, Oda does. Actually, I do not own anything in this story. O.O Not even the plot! That belongs to Sarcasticles! :'( I feel so ashamed...

She creeped out of the massive halls, finding her way to the enormous deck. Even though it was an unbelievable size, it fit perfectly for the captain of this ship, she thought. The raven-hair made her way to the edge of the ship, perfectly dodging the light of the man on watch. When the light slowly moved away from her pathway, she darted across the deck and behind a random storage-room. She briefly wondered where it had come from but hid the thought in the back of her mind as she looked up to the Crows nest.

'Goodbye, Marco-san.' She stated in her heart. She gave one longing look at the ship, and quickly turned around. The raven-haired girl ran towards the edge of the ship. Thankfully, the storage house cast a deep shadow, making it almost impossible for someone out of the shadows to see a thing. Her eyes traveled the railings until they set on the prize. Lifeboats. She quickly walked over to the edge of the ship, reaching for the ropes. Her slender fingers worked wonders on the knots. They instantly became unknotted, and the ship fell down to the raging waters. It made a very large splashing noise, but thankfully, no one came out of their quarters. It was, though, 3' o'clock in the morning. Who would come out? If it was an attacker... well, those don't come along very often. Who would attack the strongest crew in the world? No one, thats who. Even the marines weren't that stupid. Especially don't attack them at Night. At that time, they didn't hold back because they held their sleep very dear to them.

'Goodbye, everyone.' She gave one last look towards the boat of The WhiteBeard pirates, being sad for a split second. Then, her frown turned into an out-of-character smirk. She was finally free to go pursue her dreams! Finding the poneglyph was now so close in her grasp. The raven-haired swiftly jumped onto the railings of the ship. Her gaze went down towards the small rescue boat; or how she would put it, Escape Boat. With a deep breath, she prepared to jump off. Her legs bent down in a position to do her final deed on this ship. Right when her legs sprung, a very strong held her down. The force was so strong that she slammed into the deck. She let out a small groan, and opened her eyes.

'How did I not see him?!' She wondered. Gray eyes stare down at her, as well as...

"What the hell do you think you were doing?!" A pompadour-hairstyle man glared down at her. From a few days of sailing with them, she could tell he wasn't mad, but worried.

"Damn it, Robin! This is the eighth time this week! And it isn't even Thursday yet!" The other yelled, his gray eyes glaring as well. The girl of question, Robin, didn't react towards their outburst. She simply got back up and dusted her pants off. She sent a glare towards the both of them and crossed her arms over her very large chest. She chose not to give them an answer, but instead, stand there until they gave up asking questions. It went on for a while- eventually, Marco even left his post to see what was happening on deck- and the quiet whispers turned into loud shouts. The groaning of the crews could be heard, and multiple crewmates came out to see what was causing so much ruckus so early in the morning. One sight of their 2nd-newest member sent them right back into their chambers. It goes to show how much of a troublemaker he was.

It was nearing 4 o'clock when a loud grumbling shook the whole ship. The four of them stopped arguing when that happened, fear along with shock in their eyes. Had they been so loud that they actually woke him up? They stood their as loud footsteps made their way towards them from around the corner. A walking stick pounding on the ground every time he took a step, making the ship move even more. The grumbling became louder as the captain made his way towards the small group. Robin quickly composed her shocked-face back to a stone-cold glare at Thatch and Ace.

"This. Is. All. Your. Fault." She hissed. Everyone knew that when WhiteBeard was woken from his sleep, not even his first-division commander could bring his to his normal state for the next hour or two. Ace shot her a deadly glare but remained silent. Finally, after the agonizing wait, WhiteBeard's form came into view. First his hand holding the gigantic stick stuck out from the corner. Then his foot stomped onto the floor in the groups view. Finally, his other foot slammed onto the floor of the deck, revealing his whole self. Robin's eyes narrowed down to the size of slits as he inched closer.

"O-oyaji!" Ace stammered. Said man looked down to his newest son, an unreadable expression on his face. Then he looked to Thatch, who was clearly ashamed of himself at the moment. When his eyes traveled to his first-division commander, he didn't pay attention to what excuse he was trying to give. Finally, his sharp eyes traveled to the one standing on the ship's railings, glaring at him full on. They stare at eachother for a minute or two until Robin dropped her gaze.

"What is going on out here?" He slowly asked. Even though he just got to the scene, he already knew the answer to his own question. This was about the... 8th time she tried to escape? He lost count probably on the 2nd time.

"Robin tried to escape!" Marco cried.

"Again..." Thatch yelled as well. Ace nodded his agreement with his fellow whitebeard-ians. They and Whitebeard went deep into conversation about what to do about their wannabe-escape when they heard a soft noise from behind. They turned around very swiftly to see Robin giggling into her hand. Ace and Marco visibly relaxed at the sight of her smiling. Actually, that was the first time she had ever smiled since she got on board with the Whitebeard Pirates. Smirking for evil things did not count.

"What's so funny?" Ace demanded.

"How much you guys are worrying about me." Robin stated after she was done. "When I am about to leave right now." That got everyone quiet. Whitebeard gave a long sigh, which, other than the roaring waves, was the only sound heard. The scene was a total glaring contest. Robin at Marco, Marco at Robin. Ace was now glaring at Thatch, who had such decency that he poured some type of liquid on his head, and Thatch was glaring back at Ace, trying to hold back a fit of laughter. From the corner of her eye, she saw WhiteBeard chuckling very quietly to himself, than saying either: "Brats, always getting into fights" or "Rats, calmly betting is alright". She quickly doubted the second one.

"Why?" Robin suddenly asked.

"Why what?" The three men answered in respond.

"Why do you care about me... even when I try to leave you all?" Her eyes narrowed lower than slits this time. All of them blinked at her, dumbfounded. Whatever they were expecting, they did not expect that. Robin waited a little longer for the answer, but still, no one said a word. She didn't know why at the time, but her heart dropped a little. They couldn't answer her. Or, rather, they didn't want to answer her.

"Well, if you have nothing to say..." Robin took a step backwards toward the edge of the ship. "Then I think this-"

"I don't care why you are being chased down by the world," Robin's eyes widened as she heard Whitebeards booming voice echo through the walls of the ship. So they did care. Or, at least Whitened did. "I don't care why the world call's you the Demon Child, daughter of Nico Olivia. They say you are a demon because you know the things that most shouldn't even imagine about, that you are too dangerous to be kept here. All that remains of O'hara's infamous Archaeologists."

"Sh-She is..." Ace trailed off, eyes stricken with amazement. Robin knew it for sure now; they were going to kick her off and get it done with. All of the others did the same thing to her, more or less. So why should Whitebeard be any different? Before she could close her eyes and jump back onto the lifeboat that was behind her, a gigantic hand reached out towards her. Her head shot up in surprise as Whitebeard finished what he was saying.

"I do not care if you are a demon child. You do not look like one to me at all! What matters is not what a person did in the past, or what they were in the past, but what they become now. Nico Robin, come sail the seas with me,become my daughter. Bear the mark of the Whitebeard Pirates, and live under that name from now, and forever! Guarararara!" By the time Whitebeard was finished, fresh streaks of tears were sailing down Robin's cheek's. Even as a grown 20* year old, she couldn't help the tears from falling out of her eyes. What he said right then, it just broke her heart.

"All my life," Robin cried, "I've been passed down from place to place, person to person, ship to ship. Before knowing my name, they would greet me with open arms. After finding out my true identity, and my bounty poster, they gave me up to the marines. They beat me, left me for dead, didn't feed me... they hurt me. Now, when you say those words, how am I suppose to believe that you won't forsaken me, just like when those people gave me their word, they forsake me?"

"Because," Marco stepped back into the conversation. He was a usually gruff man, he supposed, but seeing Robin in this pitiful state would break anyones heart. "He isn't afraid of you. You said that those people forsake you when they found out your true identity, am I wrong? Well, they did that because they were afraid of getting hurt by you. They took one look at a Bounty Poster and thought that only turning you in would help save themselves. but, if you have forgotten, yoi," Marco smirked.

"We are the Whitebeard Pirates!" Ace pumped his fist in the air.

"And we are not afraid of anything the world -or beyond- may throw at us!" Thatch happily agreed. Robin's eyes traveled to each one of them, silently giving them a 'Thank you so much' in her head. Finally, her eyes returned to the enormous man in front of her. She waited for his response.

"But, we are always looking for someone to join our family." Robin's heart tore at the word. Family. She looked up to Whitebeards outstretched hand once more, just a tiny bit wary.

"Come on, Ro-"

"Shut up, Ace! This is a touching moment!"

"Why don't you, Thatch?! You're ruining it-" Thud. Marco gave a small sigh as he pounded the two on the head. Morons. Robin's attention reverted back to WhiteBeards hand. Something in her mind told her not to, something in her heart told her to do it. Judging from past experiences when she judged using her mind, she sighed very loudly. Here goes. Replacing her frown with an amazing smile, she lifted her small hand onto Whitebeards humongous one. WhiteBeard gave his trademark laugh and the present members of the Whitebeard pirates cheered in glee. Robin dried her tears, using her sleeve as a wiping utensil. She finally had a home, a real home, somewhere she could relax. Somewhere Robin didn't feel the need to be wary of them calling the Marines on her. Somewhere she felt she belonged. It was a very touchy moment, save for the fact that Ace and Thatch were dancing very weirdly- Like some sort if square-dance. A question the popped into her head.

"White-erm... Oyaji-san, can I ask you something?" Robin looked up to him in big, beautiful eyes.

"Of course!"

"Earlier, I saw a house contraption in the middle of the deck. I remember from the first time I came on this ship, that was not there. Do you happen to know where it came from?" She inquired.

"Why no, Brat." He lied through gritted teeth. Robin eyed him for a few moments before smiling and going over to Ace and Thatch. Marco took this time to come up from behind Oyaji.

"The old think-they'll-leave-so-build-a-house-to-spy-on-her technique?" The first mate inquired. Whitebeard turned his head and gave him his brightest laugh. Spy on her? No, he wouldn't call it that. More like, making sure that his children won't leave him. Yes, thats much better, he mused.

"I knew she would stay." WhiteBeard whispered, though with his voice, it was like a normal person talking. Marco sighed and shook his head.

"Of course, Oyaji. Of course." The Whitebeards first-mate laughed. He received a very hard slap on the back, making him fly across the deck, face sliding across the expensive wood. All the while, he only heard laughs from all around him. The blonde angrily got up on his feet and pointed an accusing finger at Ace and Thatch.

"Shut the hell up, yoi!" He screeched. The others just laughed harder at this, making Marco's face turn red.

"Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi!" Three feminine voices screamed. Uh-oh. Robin looked over to the rest of the small group. The three smaller man were visibly paling, and Whitebeard gave a small laugh. Robin turned back around to look at the edge of the ship. Who was that? She didn't know there was women on this ship... Almost on a timer, three women stormed across the corner, head looking both ways to figure out which path they should take. When their eyes landed on Whitebeard, they instantly stormed over to them. Robin noticed how they all shoved the three men out of their way as they made their way to Whitebeard. A very short light-pink nurses dress was what they wore, accompanied by a light pink sailors cap, with a small red 'X' decorated in the middle. They immediately started to yell at their captain for getting out of bed before he was fully rested. They prodded him with stuff that came out of nowhere and started to pull their captain back to his room. The nurses looked furious as they glared at Ace and Thatch, then smiled sweetly to Marco and Robin. The last two just smiled and waved back, but behind, they were thinking, 'Damn.'

"Well, anyways, this calls for a PART-" Thatch clasped a hand over Ace's mouth, much to the fire-users annoyance. He gave the 4th division commander a nasty glare, but the other didn't retaliate to being harsh. Yet.

"Baka! It's only 4:30 in the morning!" Thatch hissed. The gray eyes still sharply glared at him, as if saying 'Who the hell cares?!'

"My my, it's very early." Robin piped up. "I think it would be a good time to go back to sleep, don't you say, Ace-san?" Ace pouted at the suggestion.

"But-"

"Just go, yoi!" Marco yelled, pointing towards the door that led to his division. Ace's gray eyes looked to each of his fellow comrades. Seeing as though they were all very tired, he sighed in defeat. Sulking, he was let go of Thatch's grip and walked sluggishly towards the ship. Before he went inside, he looked back at them with the best doggie-eyes he could muster.

"I hope you're happy with yourselves, you monsters. Ruining a man's dreams; how could you? I believed in you, yet-"

"GET IN YOUR FREAKING DORM OR ELSE, ACE!" Marco screeched, running towards the door Ace was at. Giving a girlish giggle, Ace slipped inside the door and left. Marco stopped where he was and looked like he was about to pull his hair out. A moment later, the door opened again, Ace only poking his head out to look over at Robin.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you! Congratulations, Robin. It's gonna be fun with a NORMAL girl on board."

"ACEEE! WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" One of the nurses stormed out of Whitebeards room and started to stalk towards him.

"Get back inside, ya BAKA!" Marco screamed. Ace giggled once again and with a 'Tata, my loyal fans!' he slipped once more into the ship. After waiting for a moment to make sure that Ace was fully gone for a moment, everyone sighed in relief.

"He's right, well, the first part, anyways." Robin looked over to the Nurse. She was now smiling very warmly, highlighting her amber eyes. Everyone looks better when they smile! "Congratulations, Robin."

"Thank you, nurse-san." Robin replied. They gave each other a small nod before the nurse returned to her angry state. She turned around and busted Whitebeard's door open, slamming it with all her might. Other screaming could be heard inside, but Robin chose to ignore it.

"Congratulations, Robin." Marco smiled at her.

"Thank you, Marco-san. It feels nice to be somewhere where you actually... belong." Robin gave him a tired smile. "I've been searching for that, along with the poneglyphs, but never found one. But now that I do, I hope I can take a big break."

"Well, with Ace and Thatch on board," Marco rolled his eyes at the mention of his two friends. "You'll never get a good break." They shared a small laugh together.

"Talking about Cook-san, where is he?" Robin inquired. They both looked around the gigantic deck and found no one.

"Huh," Marco scratched the top of his head. "Looks like he left..."

"And that is what we shall do also." Robin decided. It was almost five now, and she didn't want to miss another day of sleep. Nodding to one another, they both said good-bye and went their own ways. Marco to the crow's nest and Robin to... the edge of the boat. She sat blissfully in a lawn chair that was out there and stared at the rising sun. Thoughts whorled in her head about the new pirate crew, the new home she had, the new life. Robin's stomach was twirling in delight with new feelings she hadn't experienced since Ohara and the Professor... and it felt amazing.

*Haha! ^.^ I was informed via review that Ace was actually 20 before he died. I really got to look up these thing son One Piece wikia before I put them up, huh? Anyways, I just didn't want Robin to be so much older than Ace, so I changed it up a little. Hope you're olay with that!

Please Review! :D I hoped you enjoyed it. Discrimination is always welcome to improve my story, but nothing to harsh, ok? :D