[ONE PIECE] The daily life of Shura field in four eyes

Extra-Marco

Extra - Occasions in the dream world

——What I fear most is living a lonely life.

From hot summer to cold winter, from early spring to late autumn, the four seasons rotate

And in my life

No surprises, no you

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The rain was quite heavy, soaking his clothes and leaving dark marks on the plain material.

Marco didn't care. He sat next to the cold stone monument, and his body temperature seemed to be the same as that of the stone.

It was bone-chilling cold

He drank the wine in sips, but the spicy wine could not warm the coldness that flowed from his fingertips to his heart.

Marco leaned his head on the monument, and the raindrops hit his face, which made him feel a little painful for no reason.

This gloomy rain stubbornly keeps falling.

Just like the day she was buried here

How many years have passed since then?It always feels like a long time has passed...

He was probably a little drunk, talking to himself next to the silent stone monument, gently asking about his past.

He began to miss his lost love again

She was a very beautiful girl, with long, smooth golden hair and delicate cheeks.

And what he loves most, the clear blue eyes

Marco sometimes felt that maybe Sachi was right. A beautiful woman like Selustine should marry into a wealthy noble family, enjoy fine clothing and food, and be cherished and cherished by others throughout her life. care

Unlike him, he can't protect her, the little life they look forward to so much, and he can't protect the home she cherishes so much.

He failed to let her live a happy life, did not give her a wedding that she was looking forward to, and even her funeral was hasty.

A person as incompetent as him is not worthy of Seleustin's love

It rained like this the day she was buried here.

That afternoon, news of Ace's imminent execution spread throughout the world. This forced Marco to pull himself out of the heart-rending grief, sober up, and arrange matters to rescue Ace.

After the funeral, the group left the Sphinx Island, and Marco never set foot here again.

It wasn't to escape. In fact, he was extremely calm and restrained at the funeral, and he didn't even shed a tear.

But only he knows that the passing of Selustine has opened a hole in his heart. As soon as he empties himself, he will think of everything about her, about those loves, and those beautiful things that make people want. The past of crying

So they can't let themselves be immersed in memories. They have more important things to do now.

Rescuing Ace became a string in his heart, hanging tightly between him and the unspeakable grief.

Now that we have lost her, we must not let anything happen to Ace again.

absolutely not

When riding the coated Moby Dick through the seabed, Marco looked at the endless deep blue in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

This color is very much like the pair of eyes that I love so much.

He knew that if he went this time, he might face huge losses. The Whitebeard Pirates, with all their members mobilized, withdrew from the New World and headed to Marinevando along the seabed. This meant that if they failed, there would be a lot of trouble waiting for them. a lose-lose situation

You may lose part of your territory, you may lose a lot of your combat power, you may even face the death of your family members.

But those are things that everyone has already realized.

The real core of the Whitebeard Pirates is the family that their father built for them.

Ace was caught, how could they sit idly by?

That's their family, those are the brothers who live with them day and night

As Moby Dick rose to the surface at an extremely fast speed, everyone was prepared, and no one showed timidity on their face.

In order to save Ace, he would not hesitate to launch a war destined to be bloody.

Because risking your life to protect this family is the most natural thing to do.

What's more, Seleu likes Ace so much. Although he never says it with his mouth, he truly treats him as an older brother in his heart.

For Seleustin, he will do his best to save Ace

Then everyone returns to the Moby-Dick and their common home

Such thoughts were reflected in the wound that penetrated Ace's chest, and in the last look his father looked at him.

Make him completely collapse

The Moby-Dick was destroyed, Ace died in Marinette, Dad...

And daddy

Marco raised his head and took another sip of wine. The tears flowing down the corners of his eyes were either light rain or salty tears.

After that, he never had a home again.

Marco knew that he could not defeat Teach and that the Whitebeard Pirates were doomed, but this was their belief and their last dignity.

So even if you lose, you still have to fight.

To put an end to all this

The fact was just as Marco predicted, Teach, who had obtained the power of his father's fruit, led his growing pirate group, gradually annexing his original power, and defeated them in the final decisive battle in the new world. These remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates

The remnants...

Every time these two words roll around the tip of my tongue, they bring up a sharp pain in my heart.

It seemed like it just happened in an instant. One moment, they were galloping freely and wantonly on the sea in the name of their father, but the next moment, they were already shabby remnants.

Marco is incompetent, so he can't save his brothers, he can't save his father, and he can't protect this family.

Even in the end, I could only watch as the name Whitebeard gradually fell into dust.

It's gone, it's all gone

There's nothing left to keep with me

After all, he became what he once feared most, living alone and alone.

The world is still the same world, the sea is still the same sea, and life is still as ordinary as ever.

It’s just that for the rest of my life, I have no family and no faith.

There is no love anymore

Marco's forehead was pressed against the uneven writing on the stone tablet. He stretched out his hand to touch the ravines, which he had carved stroke by stroke with his knife.

his lover's name

Seleustin...if you were still here, would you also dislike my incompetence?

Just like me, blaming myself day after day

In the end, all I can do is guard you here.

You will probably be happy, the final resting place is dad’s hometown

Dad, you are actually very stingy, aren't you?

He always wants to drink other people's wine and never entertains guests in the shop. That's because he sent all the money he got to this island.

Throughout his life, everything about dad is here

I remember you once told me that when we retire in the future, we will find a place to live in seclusion.

Then stay here, I'll accompany you

You guard dad's treasure

I'll guard you

This is the last thing I, an incompetent person, can do

The vision became blurred in the rain curtain, and the sky seemed to be crying, and it rained heavily.

His fingertips finally touched the year engraved under the tombstone.

1501-1520

Ah...it turns out that it has just been three years.

It's too long, days like this... no more surprises, no joy, no sounds of laughter and play in my memory.

Like a nightmare that I will never wake up from, every second seems like years

How long will these days last?

He lowered his eyes and inadvertently saw a delicate flower stretched out next to Seleustin's tombstone, swaying slightly towards him in the majestic sky and earth of heavy rain.

It was a small blue flower, very much like the one Seleustin had in her lips on the day he proposed.

That's the color of his fire

He was stunned, and the fragile persistence in his heart was completely shattered at this moment.

Marco put his forehead on the tombstone where his loved one rested, in this rain curtain

Breaking down and crying

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the long dress she was wearing that day, her pale pink lips that day, and her soft but firm voice that day.

she says

——"I do"

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"Marco...Marco?"

A gentle voice called his name, who was that?

Marco frowned and slowly opened his eyes. The early morning light shone on his eyelids, which was warm but a little dazzling.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to block the sunlight, a petite but delicate and beautiful palm gently covered his eyes.

"It's rare to see you sleep in. If you continue to sleep in, the breakfast Sachi prepared for you will be cold."

Marco was a little dazed. He didn't reply for a long time. His mind was still immersed in the sad rain before.

The woman who spoke lay on his chest, still covering his eyes, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

The brightness and warmth of the sun made his eyes turn red in a daze.

The delicate palm was taken off, and Marco finally saw clearly the person kissing him, the love he once thought he would never see again.

She was still smiling, and her azure eyes turned into a transparent and clear blue under the sunlight, like the sky, pure, reflecting his face fully.

A few strands of the soft golden hair fell restlessly on his heart, causing a slight itch.

"Good morning, Marco"

He put his arms around her and buried his head deeply into the crook of her neck. His nose was filled with her scent, which made him feel so relieved that he wanted to cry.

Marco's eyes were red and he hugged his lover tightly, fearing that she would disappear again at any moment.

Selustine didn't know what was wrong with him, so she could only lie in his arms obediently and gently caress his back.

The time is just right, the years are gentle, she is by his side and will not go anywhere

Suddenly there was the sound of soft footsteps at the door. After a while, the person outside the door carefully opened the door a crack and looked at the two people hugging each other in the morning light.

Another little head came out from behind him. When he saw Marco holding Selustine tightly, he pouted. He pushed away the little boy in front of him and was about to run into the house.

He couldn't hold her, so he could only grab her hand and go into the house with her.

"That's so cunning, why does Dad hug me when he sleeps in?"

The little girl's tender and cute voice was full of accusations. Selustine patted Marco in a fit of laughter and tears, withdrew from his arms, bent down and carried the little girl to the bed.

"Be good, can you give Tina a hug as well?"

As soon as these words came out, the little blond girl smiled, but Angelos on the ground was unhappy.

"Eh? Why should I only hug Tina? It's not fair, so I'll hug her too."

He and Grandina are brother and sister. Although the names of the two people seem to be unrelated because they were named by different people, at least there cannot be any favoritism between parents, especially if they let a beautiful mother carry them. , absolute welfare must be striven for

He had just climbed onto the bed with his short legs, but when he turned his head, he was suddenly picked up by his collar and hung in the air.

Marco couldn't stand it anymore. He threw his son, who had always been Oedipal, out of bed, and put his big hands on Seleustin's shoulders.

Brat, I'm not dead yet, don't try to take advantage of my wife.

Smelly old man, wait until you are cool. I will do anything to save my mother from the hands of this middle-aged uncle like you.

There were inexplicable electric sparks between the two people, one big and one small, looking at each other.

As for the mother and daughter who were watching the battle, Grandina was nestling obediently in her mother's fragrant arms, with no fluctuations in her delicate little face.

This kind of plot happens several times every day, just get used to it

Seleustin didn't intend to care about the father and son who were fighting with each other's eyes anymore. She took Grandina's hand and the two of them got out of bed leisurely and got ready to eat.

As for these two naive people

"Anji, don't be like your dad. Come here and mom will take you to dinner."

When Angelos heard this call, he raised his head proudly as if he had won a round, raised an eyebrow high, and looked extremely shy.

Marco didn't care about him, instead he walked over with a smirk.

"Go quickly, Anji——"

Then I watched my son's face turn from sunny to gloomy in an instant

Angelos gritted his teeth and chased after him. Marco could still vaguely hear his shouting.

"Mom! Didn't you agree that you won't call me that in the future? Angie sounds like a girl's name."

"Little Anji, do you have any objections to the name I chose? Today's pineapple fried rice may not be enough for you, so I gave it to Marco."

"!!! Sachi, you are going too far! Why should you give it to him but not to me?"

The sound of a fist hitting the skull was clear and loud.

"If you want to call me uncle, who else makes your father also like to eat pineapples? Do you think it's my fault that you two have the same hobby?"

The noisy sound gradually faded away. Marco looked up at the blue sea outside the window and suddenly smiled in relief.

It's great. After waking up from the dream, his family is still there and his faith is still there.

His lover is still there