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Phoenix Ink ::  a drabble

The pages of the captain’s journal were yellowed and charred. Within-- many letters he’d written had burned away when Moby perished, but it seem fate saw fit to keep the inner depths of the book from seeing it’s final light. Within those leather covers were a written record of just one of his many journeys. Every journey the old man made was usually accompanied by a journal, some journeys required multiple books to contain all the information he jotted down. This one in particular was written just as the crew made it’s final voyage toward the place of Whitebeard’s final moments: Marineford. To the brats who kept the book; some couldn’t bare to read it’s contents. For there was no written end. The singed pages sat waiting to be filled with a memory none wanted to remember. 

And though the recovered journal held momentous value... there was something pressed within it’s pages. A letter within. Contained with an enveloped simply marked ‘Marco’ in massive yet neat handwriting.

It read as such:

“Marco,

I hope you do not receive this letter. Once this war is done with, I intend to remove it from this log’s pages and tear it to shreds; but I doubt that will be the case. No, I doubt that will be the case at all.

I do not believe I’ll return from this war. A part of me says this will be the end, and while it is not quite the end I desired it is as good as any. My death will mark the end of an era. You, Marco-- you mustn’t let my passing destroy you. Remember, I am an old man. This was only inevitable with my poor health and bad habits. Not that I regret any of those habits. I’d have drank until I drowned if those damned nurses let me to myself!

If anything my boy, I want you to laugh. I want you to love. I want you to live. This world is beautiful. The people in it are beautiful. Some are spiteful and ignorant and hold too much power for their own good. This world is in your hands. Shape it. Tame it. Grow with it and grow with your brothers! You joined a family when you chose to call me your father, just because I am without physical form does not mean I am not there. Within you are memories and feelings-- so many things constructed throughout our time together. The bond I share with you, with all my sons, is unbreakable. Even death can not keep my love subdued. It is rooted in you. 

And now, Marco-- I can only ask of you. Do what I can not in this shining new era. Take the time you need to mourn, but do not let darkness consume you. Defend those who can not defend themselves. Be just and wise my boy. Protect your brothers; protect Ace, and Jozu, Izo and Haruta, Vista-- everyone.

Never let them forget they are my sons.

Never forget you are my son.

Farewell, Marco.”

The bottom is signed ‘Whitebeard’ in massive letters. The insignia of the Whitebeard Pirates stamped next to it.