Whitebeard crew - Pre Timeskip

The Grand Line had seen its fair share of strange occurrences, but this was new even for Marco. As he stood on the deck of the Moby Dick, scanning the tumultuous waves, something unusual caught his eye, a figure clinging to a wooden plank, adrift in the middle of the ocean. His keen eyesight confirmed it wasn’t a mirage. There was someone out there, barely holding on.

Marco couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this uneasy. Sure, they’d rescued people before, but there was something different about this situation. His instincts, honed by years of navigating the treacherous waters of the Grand Line, told him to be cautious. Transforming into his phoenix form, Marco soared over the churning sea, his mind racing with questions.

As he approached, the figure looked even more fragile, their grip on life slipping with each passing second. Marco swooped down, carefully lifting the unconscious person from the plank. He could feel the slight weight of their body, a stark contrast to the heavy burden of uncertainty that now rested on his shoulders.

Returning to the Moby Dick, Marco gently laid the stranger on the deck. He signaled for the medical crew, who quickly gathered around. His eyes never left the person’s face, a mix of suspicion and concern etched into his features.

“Who are they?” one of the medics asked, glancing at Marco.

“I don’t know,” Marco replied, his voice edged with wariness. “But we’re going to find out. Keep an eye on them yoi”

Hours passed, and the stranger was now resting in the infirmary. Marco stood vigil, his thoughts a whirl of possibilities. This person was an enigma, and on the Grand Line, enigmas could mean trouble. As the rescued individual began to stir, Marco’s resolve hardened. He needed answers, and he wasn’t about to let his guard down.

The person’s eyes fluttered open, and Marco stepped forward, ready to uncover the mystery behind this unexpected guest.