It's no different here is it? I've always wondered why I was even born in our world and I don't even know why I'm still here either. I've always wanted to just make my own way, but since coming here, I've lost it...

I don't know what I want or what I should do. I just keep drifting hoping that someone will need me and that I won't be forgotten. I dread the day you all go home and I'm left here... alone.

Or I go home to disappear forever. Left in the memory of our world as the Son of the Pirate King. Cause, lets face it Marco, no matter how much I kick, scream and fight to convince everyone that Whitebeard is my father, there's no changing what Sengoku did to me. No one will believe otherwise, all they'll see is what's in my blood. They don't care what Pops has meant to me or otherwise.

I shouldn't care about what people think. But... the fact of the matter is I do. I've been fighting them since I was born. Struggling to live in a world that wanted to see me dead before I was old enough to sail.

{He sighed.} Despite how much of a shit hole this place is, at least I don't have to deal with that, so in the end I'm better off here. But hell if I know what I should do with this life if I'm going to be trapped here till I'm old and grey. What can I do?

{Wow this got depressing fast.}