“We’re having a woman join the crew, I thought Izo was enough” Ace smirked as Izo shot him a small glare as he fixed his lipstick. The sixteen division leaders under Whitebeard had been gathered before the Boss himself to discuss the female pirate they were seeking to invite into the crew, knowing she was sailing alone.
“A 77,000,000 Beli bounty, ‘Ancient Fang Niji’ ” Marco muttered as he inspected her wanted poster issued by the government.
“It’ll go up if she joins this crew” Haruta laughed as he pulled a lollipop out of his mouth. Whitebeard slightly smiled and glanced at the group of men.
“Having so many sons is not easy. It’d be nice to have a daughter, a woman’s touch, and a lady to keep you hoodlums in line” Whitebeard laughed.
“Aww, pops wants to have a daddy’s girl” Vista grinned as several others laughed at his joke.
“I wonder what gave her the bounty in the first place. Is she a devil fruit eater?” Curiel asked as he looked towards Whitebeard for clarification.
“Supposedly but it’s rarely seen” Izo added and exhaled from his pipe. Ace stood from sitting beside Whitebeard’s leg and peered over the railing of the Moby Dick.
“This area is where she was last seen” Whitebeard grunted as he turned his head to see Thatch emerge from the ship, wiping his hands on a rag.
“I hope the little lady has an appetite, I just finished preparing for the welcoming party. I just hope she’ll eat unlike a certain newcomer” he eyed Ace with a smile as Ace scowled and stuck his tongue out at him.
“What’s that?” Haruta asked as he pointed to a small object in the distance from the ship, holding onto his lollipop and glancing at Ace.
“Looks like a dingy” he remarked at the small ship bobbing along on the ocean. The ship was dark purple with a fuchsia sail, the Jolly Roger was a skull with two claws extended and fangs in the mouth. It was fierce Jolly Roger for a small ship.
“She’s a rookie pirate for sure” Marco sighed and looked down on the tiny ship to see a female emerge from the incredibly cramped quarters of the ship.
“Woah…” she gasped as she looked up at the enormous ship overshadowing hers. A rope ladder was thrown over the side as she cautiously moved the boat close enough to grab the rope ladder.
She scaled the ship and peeked over the edge. The division leaders stood and sat around Whitebeard as they watched her crawl onto the ship.
“Welcome miss” Thatch smiled as her eyes widened and gulped upon staring at Whitebeard.
“I swear, my bounty isn’t that high! I don’t want to die, I have to find my father. I don’t have any treasure and I’ve been living off watermelon for the past two weeks!” She squeaked and bowed her head towards Whitebeard.
“Watermelon?” Thatch murmured as Whitebeard busted out laughing, coughing on occasion. Several of the division leaders chuckled as she gave them confused looks. She was bewildered as to what the Whitebeard Pirates wanted with her. She knew these pirates had notorious reputations and high bounties. Two fire type devil fruit eaters, skilled swordsman and the legendary Captain Whitebeard.
“Calm down, we’re not going to kill you” Marco spoke as she raised an eyebrow. She stood from bowing on the deck and looked at Whitebeard.
“Join my crew and become my daughter” Whitebeard smiled as the other division leaders smiled at her as she stood in awe.
“But you’re one of the strongest pirates in the world, what do you want with me?!” she gasped as she fumbled and sat down.
“Your bounty is moderate, and you seem to have gathered rumors around. Are you a devil fruit eater?” Whitebeard asked as she silently nodded
“Show me, Marco!” he yelled as Marco’s arms went up in bright glowing blue fire. His legs became bird-like and flickered with smaller flames.
Niji closed her eyes and channeled her energy as her eyes flickered back open to reveal the golden cat-like irises. She opened her mouth and raised her arms as she transformed. Fangs more than a foot long emerged from her teeth as they grew and became sharper. Claws sprouted from her fingernails and fur covered her body. She arched her back forward as she took full form as a Sabertooth.
“An ancient zoan type, eh? Now I see why they call you Ancient Fang” Whitebeard chuckled as she roared at Marco. Marco lowered his arms and showed no intentions of truly fighting her.
“She’s rare” Ace grinned as the others watched her transform back into a human and Marco’s flames died down.
“I’ll join your crew” she smiled as the others grinned
“Come here, my child” Whitebeard raised a hand as she trotted over to him. She looked up at his giant figure as he moved the wires from his IV’s and generators. He reached down and grabbed her waist with one hand. She tensed up as he lifted her off the deck and up towards him as he sat down in his throne.
“Hey put me down!” she squealed as he sat her on his knee like a small child. She looked up at him as he patted her tiny head in comparison to his large hand.
“Tell us about your homeland and why you were on that dingy” Whitebeard murmured as the division leaders began sitting in a semi-circle around their captain to listen to her story.
“I’m from Momoiro Island. I’m the princess of the Kamabakka kingdom” she explained as the crew exchanged confused looks.
“Isn’t that the island of queers ran by that commander of the revolutionary army?” Thatch asked
“Yup! Emporio Ivankov is my father” she smiled as the crew all gaped at her with eyes bulging from their skulls and jaws dropped
“Don’t tell me you’re not truly a woman” Whitebeard raised an eyebrow as she shook her head.
“Nope, I’m a woman and always have been” she answered as the crew settled down
“How come you look nothing like the tranny queen?” Haruta asked
“He’s my adoptive father, I never knew my real parents. They abandoned me on Momoiro Island when I was a tiny baby. My father took me in and raised me the Okama way” she grinned as they listened to her.
“If he can become a man or a woman, does that mean Ivankov is both your mother and father? Which do you call him?” Izo asked
“I just call him mother or father depending on which gender he’s in” she shrugged as Thatch began bringing out the food and several other pirates emerged from the ship, but were not division leaders.
“How did you grow up on a weird island like that?” Curiel asked as he chugged down alcohol from a tankard.
“The Okamas are all sweet people. Everyone has the heart of a maiden on the island so they’re nice. Plus they’re stronger than they look” she giggled as she was handed a cup of sake. Thatch poured a giant glass for Whitebeard as everyone held up their alcohol and grinned.
“Welcome to the Whitebeard Pirates!” Whitebeard hollered as the crew and commanders cheered and clanked glasses with each other.
“You’ll be under Marco since you’re a Zoan type” Whitebeard added as Niji glanced towards Marco who quietly sipped his beer.
“Now party!” Whitebeard yelled as Niji hopped off his lap. Ace and Marco began lighting off flames as fireworks paired with Jozu’s diamonds to created explosions of color and glimmer.
Several hours into the party, many crew members passed out, not bothering to head inside the sleeping quarters of the ship. Whitebeard passed out on his throne, Haruta and Izo slumped against Jozu, Thatch sleeping against the railing, and various other crew sleeping on deck. Niji shivered from the cold as she struggled to stay awake. She gave up on the notion and scanned around for a place to sleep.
She found the miracle of all places. A nice space between Marco and Ace. Those two were toasty warm and on the exposed deck was a cold place to sleep, given the cold night air. She tip toed over and slid between the two and laid down. Indeed the spot was warm, a phoenix and a fire logia user made the hot pair. Niji yawned and curled up beside them both.
Whitebeard grunted and woke up, seeing his crew sleeping in groups and piles all around him. He spotted Niji between the first and second commander and chuckled quietly. He scanned and snatched a blanket from a sleeping crew member. He reached over and placed the blanket over Niji, Marco and Ace.
“Sleep tight my children” he whispered as he sauntered into his room. The Moby Dick was quietly sleeping and recovering from all the food and alcohol that had been consumed through the hours of partying.
Unbeknownst to the crew, a pair of dark eyes watched from the upper level of the ship, looking down at the new woman to join the crew. A wide grin emerged from below the dark eyes that glowed under the moonlight as the figure watched the Zoan type sleep between the two commanders. She kept the two close to her, unaware of being watched.