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mythplaced_logic) wrote2019-07-22 08:57 pm
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Silly Superstitions- Ace: Chapter 1, One Piece Fanfiction
Summary:
Marco, Ace, and Thatch and silly superstitions onboard the Moby Dick! Featuring Ace in denial of his superstitious ways and the bemused and confused Whitebeard pirates. Just where did Ace learn all of this stuff?! Lucky spiders, giant rabbit's feet and crazy East Blue superstitions ahead!
Chapter 1: Up the Water Spout
The sun shone down on the wooden deck of the Moby Dick, signaling a peaceful new day for the Whitebeard pirates.
Marco just wished the scuffle and cursing that he could hear from across the deck could have let him enjoy that peaceful morning for more than 5 minutes.
He knew he was going to regret asking this. "Oi, Ace? What are you doing over there?"
"Marco!" Ace whirled around clutching something behind his back, his foot planted on Thatch's back. Marco saw Thatch struggle wildly to pick himself up. "I'm not doing anything, why would you think I was doing something!?".
Marco just sighed, "Maybe because Thatch seems to have made himself one with the deck underneath your boot? What did you do, yoi?".
"Maaarcoooo! Make Ace get off me. Get off, get off, get off! Kill it! Get it away from me!!!". Thatch tried a last ditch roll to the side to get away and grabbed at whatever Ace was hiding behind his back, just as Ace casually elbowed him back down onto the deck.
"Haha, Thatch is just playing around, nothing's going on, haha." Ace started to shuffle backwards and tripped over Thatch's outstretched hand.
"Ah hah, finally!" Thatch sprung up and grabbed at what appeared to be a rolled up newspaper from Ace's last ditch attempt to hold it out of reach. "Time to kill that nasty thing!"
"Noooo! You can't kill it!" Ace dove for Thatch again but missed as Thatch danced out of the way.
It was too early in the morning, Marco should not have to be dealing with his brothers' crazy antics right now. "What is Thatch trying to kill, yoi?"
"A huge damn spider, that's what!" Thatch was peering around holding the rolled newspaper above his head. "I just about had that thing before Ace tackled me."
Seeing that Ace was just about to make another go at at Thatch, Marco picked him up and poked him hard in the stomach. "What is your problem with this Ace yoi?"
To his surprise, he could see a light blush steal across Ace's freckled face. "He just can't kill it, ok?"
Marco stared at his younger brother for a moment before a smile tugged at his lips. "Ace, don't tell me you're superstitious?"
Thatch whirled from his spider-hunting back towards them "What! What does that have to do with me taking a face-plant courtesy of Ace, just from trying to get that crawly menace?"
Marco laughed, "Didn't you know? It's bad luck to kill a spider in the daytime."
"Really?! Wow, our brother is a superstitious one." Thatch grinned at Ace, who just groaned "Shut up!" and pulled his hat down to hide his still red face. "Superstitions or no superstitions, I will be killing that spider, you should have seen how big it was!" Marco watched Thatch give a full body shudder.
Marco looked from his embarrassed brother to the still-determined spider-hunter. "Well, it's not bad luck to kill a spider at night, right Ace?".
Ace perked up from scuffing at the deck with his boot. "That's right!" He quickly looked away, "Not that I'm superstitious or anything."
Marco laughed," and you're not scared of a little spider hanging around the ship for a few hours, right, Thatch?"
This time Thatch was the one to duck his head, lowering the roll of newspaper "Me? Scared of a spider! Haha, I have no idea what you're talking about...".
Marco punched Ace lightly in the arm, "There, the spider lives another day." Ace turned back towards him with a shy grin on his face. "Now why don't we go get breakfast, right Thatch?".
He lead the way shaking his head, with Ace and Thatch following behind. Ace started to ask him about the winter island they were stopping at next for supplies and just as he turned into the kitchen Marco could hear Thatch whisper behind him -
"You just wait spider, I'll be coming for you tonight!".
Marco, Ace, and Thatch and silly superstitions onboard the Moby Dick! Featuring Ace in denial of his superstitious ways and the bemused and confused Whitebeard pirates. Just where did Ace learn all of this stuff?! Lucky spiders, giant rabbit's feet and crazy East Blue superstitions ahead!
Chapter 1: Up the Water Spout
The sun shone down on the wooden deck of the Moby Dick, signaling a peaceful new day for the Whitebeard pirates.
Marco just wished the scuffle and cursing that he could hear from across the deck could have let him enjoy that peaceful morning for more than 5 minutes.
He knew he was going to regret asking this. "Oi, Ace? What are you doing over there?"
"Marco!" Ace whirled around clutching something behind his back, his foot planted on Thatch's back. Marco saw Thatch struggle wildly to pick himself up. "I'm not doing anything, why would you think I was doing something!?".
Marco just sighed, "Maybe because Thatch seems to have made himself one with the deck underneath your boot? What did you do, yoi?".
"Maaarcoooo! Make Ace get off me. Get off, get off, get off! Kill it! Get it away from me!!!". Thatch tried a last ditch roll to the side to get away and grabbed at whatever Ace was hiding behind his back, just as Ace casually elbowed him back down onto the deck.
"Haha, Thatch is just playing around, nothing's going on, haha." Ace started to shuffle backwards and tripped over Thatch's outstretched hand.
"Ah hah, finally!" Thatch sprung up and grabbed at what appeared to be a rolled up newspaper from Ace's last ditch attempt to hold it out of reach. "Time to kill that nasty thing!"
"Noooo! You can't kill it!" Ace dove for Thatch again but missed as Thatch danced out of the way.
It was too early in the morning, Marco should not have to be dealing with his brothers' crazy antics right now. "What is Thatch trying to kill, yoi?"
"A huge damn spider, that's what!" Thatch was peering around holding the rolled newspaper above his head. "I just about had that thing before Ace tackled me."
Seeing that Ace was just about to make another go at at Thatch, Marco picked him up and poked him hard in the stomach. "What is your problem with this Ace yoi?"
To his surprise, he could see a light blush steal across Ace's freckled face. "He just can't kill it, ok?"
Marco stared at his younger brother for a moment before a smile tugged at his lips. "Ace, don't tell me you're superstitious?"
Thatch whirled from his spider-hunting back towards them "What! What does that have to do with me taking a face-plant courtesy of Ace, just from trying to get that crawly menace?"
Marco laughed, "Didn't you know? It's bad luck to kill a spider in the daytime."
"Really?! Wow, our brother is a superstitious one." Thatch grinned at Ace, who just groaned "Shut up!" and pulled his hat down to hide his still red face. "Superstitions or no superstitions, I will be killing that spider, you should have seen how big it was!" Marco watched Thatch give a full body shudder.
Marco looked from his embarrassed brother to the still-determined spider-hunter. "Well, it's not bad luck to kill a spider at night, right Ace?".
Ace perked up from scuffing at the deck with his boot. "That's right!" He quickly looked away, "Not that I'm superstitious or anything."
Marco laughed," and you're not scared of a little spider hanging around the ship for a few hours, right, Thatch?"
This time Thatch was the one to duck his head, lowering the roll of newspaper "Me? Scared of a spider! Haha, I have no idea what you're talking about...".
Marco punched Ace lightly in the arm, "There, the spider lives another day." Ace turned back towards him with a shy grin on his face. "Now why don't we go get breakfast, right Thatch?".
He lead the way shaking his head, with Ace and Thatch following behind. Ace started to ask him about the winter island they were stopping at next for supplies and just as he turned into the kitchen Marco could hear Thatch whisper behind him -
"You just wait spider, I'll be coming for you tonight!".