Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or any of its characters. Everything belongs to Eiichiro Oda.
Title: A Hundred Whispers of the Wind
Summary: A hundred drabbles about pirates, crews, adventures and stories untold.
Rating: K+ (each chapter may have a different rating)
Characters: Whitebeard and Marco
Chapter Title: Fury
Chapter Summary: Whitebeard killed a man today.
Warnings: Violence, potential disturbing imagery (each chapter may have varying warnings)
Author's Notes: I once saw this doujin comic strip where a young Whitebeard literally fishes a child/teenager Marco from the ocean and that was the start of the Whitebeard pirates. And after that, I couldn't get the idea out that Whitebeard adopts Marco just like that.

He killed a man today.

He had never killed anyone before. His hands were shaking and the smell of blood seemed like it was permanently seared into his skin and fingertips. His stomach churned and he wanted to throw up. His chest constricted and air around him appeared to be dangerously thin.

He killed a man for the first time.

They had docked at what they had believed was a quiet port and a small town. His son's eyes were wide with excitement and interest. He was smiling, taking the boy's hand and leading him down the streets for supplies. Little did they know that they were being watched.

He should have anticipated it.

His son was young and strong despite his age. People would want his power for their own greedy purposes. He was careless. His son was careless. It had only taken a moment to look away, distracted by meaningless things, for this man, a bounty hunter as he would later learn, to snatch his son and disappear into the crowd.

It was utterly unforgivable.

Finding this man wasted several valuable minutes. He was quick and cunning, having studied the streets beforehand and knew which was the fastest path to his ship where he would escape with the child in tow. But little did this man know about the fierce determination of what a father would do if one of their own was in danger.

He hunted down the man.

No one hurt his son like that. This man made his son bleed and cry and now this man would love nothing more than to bring his son to slavers for possessing such a strange Devil Fruit ability while he mocked his son. His son who was only a child, raging and fighting in the grip of this man.

He killed a man for his son.

The first strike was swift and brutal. A slash to the arm to cause this man to release his son. The second to his other arm so he wouldn't be able to lift his sword to harm his son. The third and final was across the neck.

He killed a man today.

The tears were welled up in his son's eyes and he could barely choke out a sob. He wrapped his still shaking arms around his son, covered in blood that wasn't his own, turning him away from the body, and gently asked if he was all right. His son threw his arms around his neck, embrace warm and tight, and they remained like that for a long time.

He didn't regret it.