Pirate: They always think that Dover is my CP

Taking advantage of the short vacation, Mo An planned to run away again.

It didn't matter where she went. She only had a few days off anyway, and she just wanted to walk around.

As a result, she was blocked by someone as soon as she arrived at the gate of the G5 branch.

When Mo An saw this little unlucky guy, his conditioned reflex was to give him three consecutive guarantees.

"No killing! No looking for Mihawk! No going to the bar!"

"..." Rocinante looked at her and asked the question she always asked, "Can I go together?"

"No." Mo An continued to refuse, "Don't ask every time. I get tired occasionally and need to be alone."

Rocinante hummed softly and reached out to help her tuck her hair behind her ears.

After hesitating for a moment, his fingertips landed on the corner of Mo An's lips.

Sometimes he also thinks that it would be fine if Mo An had always been a man.

"come back earlier."

Mo An: "..."

This guy is so stupid, he will believe whatever he says, even if he was deceived last time, he will still believe it next time.

Does he really not know?

He knows.

Just because he knew it and still believed it, he was called stupid.

what……

I'm so annoyed by this idiot...

"I know, I know." Mo An waved his hand.

He randomly caught a sea beast to take his place and wandered aimlessly on the sea far away from the crowd.

The anxiety is real.

She should obviously believe in Ace and his strength.

but……

She couldn't help it.

Sometimes the sudden thought of 'let's tie him to her' would even scare her.

If she really did this... then she would personally drag the person she loves most into the abyss.

So why do we want the second dimension to become a reality?

She just knew she had a problem, so she pinned her feelings on these things.

Ace...

She really liked him... so much that... she felt that he was the most important person in the world.

Even if it becomes a reality...

Why a biological sister?

It's really... terrible...

"Hum hum!"

The sea beast felt the terrifying aura spreading out, and screamed uneasily, wanting to throw the human on its head off immediately.

But it didn't dare.

It has been swimming like this for a long time.

Still, I could only move on anxiously.

"I've been chased by Hawkeye and I haven't seen you like this. I'm really curious about what setback you have suffered~" A sloppy voice sounded, and a large dreamy blue flame fell. Marco retracted his wings and fell on the ground. On the head of the already restless sea beast.

Mo An ignored him and continued to sit with his knees bent, burying his head in his arms.

"Hey~" Marco stretched out his foot and kicked Mo'an in the lower back, "Why are you becoming more and more rude, little brat?"

"You're so annoying, dead bird," her voice was muffled, "I'm not in the mood to look for Yi Zang today, so there's no need to guard against me."

"Huh? But I'm suddenly not used to you being so honest~" Marco also squatted down and tilted his head to look at her, "You seem to be more annoyed than last time. What's the matter, are you pregnant again?"

Mo An: "..."

If you don’t believe it, why do you still remember that nonsense?

After a moment of silence, he raised his head, stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and pushed the person into the sea.

The flames shook and Marco flew up again.

"What did you do!"

"I want to drown you."

Marco: "..."

This guy won't stop talking nonsense even if he's in a bad mood.

"I'm just a little tired," Mo An took out a cigarette but didn't light it immediately. She stared at Marco for a while, "Dead bird..."

"Don't even think about it!" Marco refused decisively, "Don't be too familiar! It was because of you last time that my reputation has been incredibly bad."

"Then what are you doing here?" The flame of the lighter jumped, and the smoke was lit. The white smoke was exhaled as she spoke, and was blown away by the cool sea breeze.

"It's because you came near our territory that I stopped by to see your joke~"

Mo An: "..."

Forget it, I can't bring myself to beat him up.

The hand holding the cigarette was bent forward, and his head was buried in his arms.

Marco looked at Mo An strangely. What kind of setback did he suffer? Did he even bother to struggle this time?

It's really not like her style.

Ok?

"Hey!" He pushed Mo An uncertainly, and he fell down. Marco didn't know whether to take his hand back for a moment, "Don't touch the porcelain pirate, you guy!"

Maybe she could hear that Mo An's breathing was very steady, and she was asleep.

But Marco had a headache.

Why is this guy always so defenseless in front of a pirate!

It would be inappropriate to leave her anywhere now...

……

Mo An was dreaming again.

I dreamed about the war, and I dreamed about not being able to save Ace.

Do not……

To be precise, she didn't exist in the dream world at all.

That follows the development of the original plot.

She was like a bystander, watching everything happen.

Seeing Ace being hurt by horrible and ignorant vicious remarks since childhood has cast a layer of darkness in his life that cannot be erased.

Seeing that he slowly gained a brother, accepted Luffy, and lost Sabo.

Watching him slowly become gentle and polite for Luffy.

Watch him go to sea.

Looking at the big boy with a sunny smile, he always cared about his own life experience.

Seeing him eager to become famous in the sea, full of desire to transcend the peak.

Watch him dashing along the Grand Channel, refusing to stop.

Watching him grow from confusion to determination, and finally join the White Group, find the 'father' he recognizes, and find where he belongs.

Seeing how happy he is here.

Looking at...

That thing happened.

Saki, Tiki, Dark Fruit...

then……

The boy who was as warm as the sun ended his short but brilliant life in the war.

Mo An was awakened by the sight of a hole in his chest, and his whole body was covered with fine cold sweat, which was cold.

Anger, fear, and fierce murderous intent were mixed with the terrifying overlord-colored domineering aura, and the panic and coercion instantly dissipated.

The surrounding wooden furniture began to squeak, unable to withstand such power, and cracked inch by inch.

There seemed to be other noisy sounds outside, but Mo An's mind was now filled with the horrific sight of his internal organs being burned.

Lingering.

She seemed to be able to smell the smell of burnt flesh on the tip of her nose.

That scene was more terrifying than any mountains of corpses and seas of blood she had ever seen.

His eyes were sore and his vision began to blur.

She was afraid of seeing such a terrible scene.

terrified……

The door was pushed open with great force, and Mo An looked warily.

Emmmm......

Even with backlighting, the punk's pineapple head is too obvious.

Marco: "..."

I never thought that Mo An would shed tears again.

But it’s a bit too inconsistent to shed tears while emitting terrifying murderous intent and coercion!

What's going on with this horrible, pitiful, helpless feeling?