The Whitebeard Pirates. Dangerous, ruthless pirates. You wanted nothing to do with them, yet here you were, stowing away in the storage of the Moby Dick.

But it was fine. They probably wouldn’t find you, right?

Or you thought they wouldn’t, until two division commanders, Thatch and Ace, got into a wrestling match below deck, and knocked over the stack of boxes you were hiding behind.

“… Is that a kid?” Ace questions, looking at you curiously, before grinning. “Pops is gonna love this.”