"It's North pole!" Buggy exclaimed.

"No! It's South pole!" Shanks answered, shaking his head side to side while they stared at each other.

And again, these two brats were arguing, a stupid argue of whose side of the pole was colder, it seemed. You're not their mother, or father, or anything, but when Roger found them on a treasure box that he found, you two couldn't resist, instantly becoming their parental figures for the rest of their lifes. Roger had the father role, even that he was horrible on it and always ended up traumatizing these two, while you had the mother role, teaching them the better and making them grow up polite.

Sitting on the railings and taking care of the navigation, your frown got deeper as they didn't stopped screaming and shouting, you got up, slowly making your way to them. Shanks and Buggy didn't saw you before you got by their side, and then—

A deserved punched on their heads from behind.

The two immediately whined and looked up at you with disdain, crossing their arms and clearly not eager to apologize. You miss when they were only babies, but they are still your dearly sons...