The expression that overtook Marco was sad for a moment as he peered into his glass as though looking for answers. "Neither do I, it would seem." Sometimes he wondered if Shanks' offer to join the crew still stood. And if it did... would everyone be allowed? Marco came with a 1600 package, and yet he wasn't sure any of the commanders could ever really respect Shanks on the same level as Whitebeard. No, he knew they couldn't. But a common enemy could still be one hell of a uniting force sometimes, and no one knew Blackbeard as well as Marco. Could the ex-Whitebeards really mesh their dreams and goals with Shanks' crew? Shanks' crew certainly drank enough, but they weren't family the way Whitebeard's sons all were. And Shanks would have a lot of troubles with Kaidou and Big Mam besides. Maybe hiding was for the best. Lay low until everyone was too busy fighting everyone else and then make their move. Maybe.

"I'm guessing the first is the lie, eh?" he really wasn't sure. All three sounded like what he vaguely remembered of the girl.