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━─────── Despite knowing it was all in jest, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates felt their eyebrows twitch in irritation, the humor tinged with a hint of disbelief.
Thatch smirked, crossing his arms with an air of confidence that only he could muster. "Well, I wouldn't want to look like a beauty when I'm so manly." He threw back his head, laughter dancing in his eyes.
Ace and the others snickered at Thatch's audacious comeback, the sound a mixture of admiration and amusement. Izo merely smiled "sweetly," his expression innocent but eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You said that, but I found some make-ups in your room," Izo teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
A chorus of "ohhh" and playful whistles erupted from the crew, their laughter mingling with the salty breeze, adding to the camaraderie that hung thick in the air.
Thatch frowned, a dust of pink creeping over his cheeks, making him look uncharacteristically flustered. "That's not mine! It's from that chick I slept with!" he protested, though his voice lacked conviction, the playful glint in his eyes betraying his embarrassment.
"Yeah, sure it is," Izo replied, covering his mouth with his fan, struggling to contain his laughter. The tension eased, replaced by a light-hearted atmosphere that enveloped the crew.
Marco watched the exchange with a knowing smile, the corners of his lips lifting in amusement. He knew exactly where the makeup had come from; it wasn't from any 'chick' Thatch had slept with. It was a generous gift from a shop owner, convinced that Thatch's rugged charm and good looks were perfect for someone who looks like they had a girlfriend. The thought made Marco chuckle quietly to himself.
Besides, sleeping with a girl aboard was strictly forbidden on Whitebeard's ship.
Why, you ask?
It was simple: the ship was a sanctuary for pirates, raised under the noble ideals of Whitebeard, who believed that a civilians's presence might disrupt the harmony of his rowdy crew. While he trusted his sons with their lives, the idea of a civilian girl on board, exposed to the dangers of the sea and the notorious reputation of their crew, was a burden he couldn't bear.
Usopp stood up, his eyes bright with realization, and a broad smile spread across his face. "There's nothing we can do! We have Chopper and Franky's bodies, so their souls can return to the right places... but Sanji took your body to search for the samurai!" The sniper gestured animatedly at Sanji-or rather, Nami, his voice ringing with excitement. "Your soul was left behind, so you had to go into Sanji's body."
