Pirates: I am a daddy's girl in the White Group

The rumbling thunder illuminated the night and also illuminated Dawi's bloodless face.

Dawi stood in front of Sachi's door, holding the door handle, but was afraid to open it.

Blood, sticky, scarlet blood, flowed out from the crack in the door and wrapped around Dawi's ankles.

It was an extremely noisy rainy night, the wind roared and hit the glass, only Davey heard it, heard Thatch's shouting, just one door away. The entire Moby Dick seemed to be shrouded in a fog.

Dawei couldn't see the other people clearly, she could only see the bright red spot on the ankle on the floor.

"Save me, little Dawi! Save me!" Sachi behind the door was still shouting, bringing Dawi back to her senses.

With trembling hands, he opened the door handle, and all he saw was a sea of ​​red.

Blood covered the entire ground, and Thatch lay on the ground with his back to her.

Dawi saw the bloody hole on the back of Sachi's chest that went through his entire chest.

"Sachi...Sachi!!!" Dawi staggered forward, knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and slowly turned Sachi over.

A frightened face appeared in front of Devi, and Sachi stared at Devi closely: "Save me... Little Devi... Save me..."

"Sachi, what happened? Why did this happen? How can I save you? How can I save you!!" As soon as Sachi opened his mouth, blood kept flowing out of his mouth. Dawi wiped the blood off repeatedly, anxiously but powerlessly.

"Marco, Sachi, hold on, I'll take you to find Marco." Davie carried Sachi on her back and turned to look at the door, but was horrified to find that the door that was fine when she came in had now turned into a deep black hole.

"Save me...little Dawi..." Sachi on his back kept repeating.

"Sachi, don't say anything for now. I'll take you to find Marco right away." Davi gritted her teeth and walked straight towards the black hole with Sachi on her back.

A strange thing happened. The moment Dawi came into contact with the black hole, she lost all her strength as if everything in her body had been drained.

Devi fell to the ground, and Sachi on his back was lying on the ground again.

"Save me..." The cries became weaker and weaker.

"Sachi! Hold on! Sachi!" Dawi forced herself to stand up and crawled towards Sachi little by little.

"Sachi? Sachi?!" The Sachi in front of her was no longer staring at Devi. His eyes looked up at the ceiling and lost their light. Devi reached out and touched Sachi's body, which was cold and stiff.

"Sachi? No...don't..." Dawi pushed Sachi's body helplessly: "Brother Sachi, don't..."

"don't want!!!"

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Another thunder sounded, and Dawi sat up in shock, still clutching the quilt tightly in her hands.

Turning my head and looking out the window, it was a rainy night just like in a dream.

"It was a dream...Sachi, Sachi!!!" Devi's Observation Haki instantly covered the entire Moby Dick and she accurately found Sachi's room. She carefully probed inside until she saw Sachi sleeping peacefully.

Dawi confirmed several times that Sachi was breathing.

Dawi breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back onto the bed.

"It's the same dream again." Daiwei covered her eyes and broke out in cold sweat, but she didn't have time to care about it now.

Half a year has passed since Devi made a big fuss at BIGMOM.

It is now March 1517, and Devi has dreamt of Sachi's death three times.

"Was it really just a dream?" Dawi stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. She couldn't see the cause and effect. She could only see Sachi, Sachi's body, Sachi's weak cry for help, and the disbelief and fear on Sachi's face.

Dawei took a deep breath. It was hard for her not to connect this dream with the dream three years ago. She didn't know the cause and effect either. The difference was that she could remember what happened in the dream these times.

During those three years, Dai Wei only knew that she had a very long dream.

The sound of wind and raindrops kept hitting the glass, and Dawei got up from the bed.

She needs security now.

After walking out of the room, Dawei opened the door of the next room.

Marco was leaning against the window at this time, his forehead against the window, staring out the window with empty eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Hearing the door opening, Marco raised his head. The only one who dared to be so 'rude' was little Davie.

The one he was thinking about at the moment.

"What's wrong?" Marco asked, about to get up.

Dawi walked over and sat directly in Marco's arms. She put her arms around Marco's waist and buried her head in Marco's chest. She said in a muffled voice, "You had a nightmare."

Marco was stunned for a moment by Devi's action, then he put his arms around Devi and said, "Another nightmare? Is it about Sachi?"

Devi didn't say anything, just nodded.

Marco patted Devi's back, silently comforting her.

Until he felt the wetness on his chest, he lowered his head and patted Dawei's head: "Why are you still crying because of fear?"

"Marco..." Devi's voice sounded with tears: "That was not a dream... I felt it, it was definitely not a simple dream..."

"Sachi asked me to save him, but I don't know how. I lost all my strength in the dream..."

Marco could only hug Devi tighter. Devi dreamed that Thatch died on the Moby Dick. Marco didn't quite understand who would harm Thatch on this ship.

"No one can guarantee things that haven't happened yet." Marco gently stroked Devi's back: "Don't be afraid, we are here for you, little Devi."

"It's different... Marco... No one was there in the dream. I was the only one who saw it. I was the only one who saw Thatch calling for help. I was the only one who heard Thatch asking me to save him..."

"That was a dream, little Davie. I can't be away from you, no matter when and where." Marco frowned and gently brushed Davie's hair with his fingertips.

Dawi didn't respond, but just grabbed Marco's collar and cried silently.

After a long time, Dai Wei spoke: "Don't tell Ou Yaji and the others." She didn't want to make them worry because of this nonsensical dream.

"Okay." Marco patted Devi on the back.

He just sat there quietly, letting Devi hold him and gain a sense of security, until Marco noticed that Devi had not moved for a long time, and when he looked down, he found that she had fallen asleep.

Marco looked at the sleeping face of Devi in ​​his arms, and at the red corners of her eyes, but he did not change his posture. He just held Devi against the window, maintaining the same posture as when Devi came in.

It was not until the skyline began to turn white that Marco ended a boring night of sitting and gently carried Devi back to the bed. Marco pulled over a chair and lay down beside the bed, crossing his fingers and holding Devi's hand tightly.