Snow fell softly onto the large ship known as the Moby Dick. Where the Whitebeard Pirates reside.

Many crew members shuffled around the ship in large winter jackets. Thinking of when Thatch and the other cooks were gonna be done with the warm, delicious dinner.

Meanwhile, the captain, Whitebeard, was in his quarters. Looking over the daily newspaper as Marco slept on the same bed. Definitely stealing all the warmth as he curled up in the blanket.

Marco's fists clutched the blanket, as if anyone would dare rip it from it.