You'd hit land. Whitebeard was looking to restock on anything necessary before reaching Manta. And you were fine with that, before at least. You woke from a nap with someone in the crows nest yelling about seeing the island and immediately you felt off.

Your whole body was tense, all your senses were on high alert, and you felt anything but normal. If you stayed still, you were sure you'd be fine, it'd wear off and you'd be back to normal. This wasn't the first time it'd happened but it was the first time with people around. And that worried you.

Sometimes your instincts would take over and if you weren't careful, it'd lead to your animal side taking complete control. That was what you were fighting right now. Everything in you was struggling with flight or fight. If you gave into one or the other, you weren't sure what'd happen but you didn't want to find out. Staying still and waiting it out had worked in the past and you were planning on that happening the same way again. But all the people moving around made it much more difficult than you imagined.

Everyone was getting ready to get off the ship as it quickly approached the island, all of them having their set errands to run for the afternoon. As long as they focused on that and ignored you, things would be fine. But things were never so simple.

"Heya (Y/n), wanna go shopping with me and stock up the kitchen?" Thatch asked good naturedly as he crouched in front of you.

You didn't hear his words though. All you could tell was he was making noise and was very much in your personal space. He was too close. Your eyes darted up to him as your ears flew back and your body tensed. The hair along your spine and neck started to raise along with your lips, showing off your fangs.

"Woah, are you in a bad mood or something?" He chuckled nervously, raising his hands, but staying in place.

His eyes were meeting yours steadily and while that normally wasn't an issue, the wolf in you took it as a challenge. Without even knowing it, Thatch had approached you for a fight.

The sane part of you was screaming no, doing everything it could to convince the wild part that this wasn't necessary. It couldn't stop you. It was like you were watching everything unfold with zero control over what would happen.

You lunged for him with a snarl. His eyes widened in surprise and there were a few shouts from others as they saw what was happening. No one was fast enough to stop you, not with Thatch so close. Your fangs reached for his face, fully intent on crushing his skull between your jaws. But the man was quick enough on his feet to let himself fall back and avoid taking the brunt of your attack. Instead, as he fell back, one of your canines grazed along the side of his face, right by his left eye.

He let out a cry as you broke the skin and left a nasty gash. Now you were on all fours standing over him. Thatch was sprawled out in a shocked daze, blood spilling out from the fresh wound. And as much as you were begging yourself to stop internally, you couldn't control yourself. The wolf said to kill him, and your body reacted. You went for the throat this time, teeth just begging to meet flesh now that you'd tasted blood.

There was a sudden, harsh tug at the nape of your neck and you were sent skidding across the deck. You were instantly relieved that someone had pulled you off of him, not even minding the dull, throbbing pain at the back of your neck from being yanked.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Vista stood over Thatch, furious. He'd kept you from killing him.

If only you could communicate, you'd tell him you weren't yourself. Instead, you snapped your jaws together and let out a low growl.

"If you don't stand down we will use force." Izo warned, drawing a pistol.

That simply turned your attention to him as you continued to rumble. You wanted to stop, but Thatch was still technically in one piece. He was sitting up now, with Ace having run over to help steady him. If you couldn't kill him, he needed to at least be thrashed around more to satisfy your beast.

You started moving. Not towards the small group, but circling around them at a steady trot. Every single set of eyes on deck watched you carefully, but no one moved. If you were an enemy, this would be easy. It was a different story when it was a fellow crew mate gone rouge.

"Let's talk this out (Y/n)." Izo continued. "Back off and we can address the problem."

That could never happen. You had completely forgotten to warn them about your feral episodes and now it was biting you in the ass. If they knew, they'd be able to help you. As things were going, it was looking pretty bad for you. Saying you went feral and lost control may end up sounding like nothing more than a convenient excuse by the time this was all done.

You made a full lap around them and moved in a little closer. They all visibly tensed.

"(Y/n), stop!" Vista commanded harshly.

That was enough to make you snarl and lunge for him. It sounded like a new challenge to you.

Izo's gun went off, the shot hitting your right shoulder. You winced but didn't stop until you had fallen on Vista with your full weight. He was bigger than you, but it didn't change the fact that you were heavy. He wobbled as he began to lose his footing from the force of you slamming into him. Your tail wrapped around his legs to pull them out from under him while he fought to keep your snapping teeth from his face with a hand. Another shot hit your hip. Izo was looking to get you off of Vista without anyone dying. No one knew what was going on and they were doing what they could to salvage the situation. 

Vista managed to get a hand wrapped around your jaw and clamp it shut with a firm grip. You let out a string of growls as you shook your head vigorously to get him to let go while your tail tugged at his legs. It was enough to finally make him fall back. He let out a grunt as your claws dug into his chest, but his hold on your muzzle never loosened. If anything, he held down tighter.

That was until his eyes flicked over your shoulder and he suddenly released you. You knew there had to be someone behind you for him to do that, but the wolf in you was too lost in anger and bloodlust to care. It made you go for the throat, only to be caught off guard when your teeth crunched down on something solid and immovable. Multiple hands grabbed at your fur coat and pulled you off of him and before you could react, you were completely pinned under a pile of bodies.

You were able to see there was an arm in your mouth, a diamond one in fact. Jozu had managed to get in your way while giving you something to hold on to. You knew it would be impossible for you to bite through, but you still tried, gnawing at the limb until your teeth ached.

"What's going on out here?" Whitebeard grumbled as he stepped out on deck. Marco was by his side, eyes widening at the sight of you thrashing furiously under your crew mates.

"(Y/n)...she uh..." Ace sputtered, unsure of how to word it.

"She attacked Thatch." Jozu finished the thought.

Thatch himself hadn't said a word since you lunged at him. He held a hand to the side of his head, feeling the blood seeping out of the wound. There was a mix of confusion and shock on his face, like he was still trying to process what had happened.

Marco rushed to his side and with Ace's help, they were able to get him to his feet.

"I'll take care of this-yoi." He said, earning a nod from Whitebeard before he turned his attention to you.

"You're going to have to explain yourself lass." The captain growled.

He was furious. And between that and your inability to move, you were slowly regaining control over yourself. It was getting easier to command your body to stay still and you were even able to stop chewing on Jozu, though he had his arm shoved far enough in your mouth that you couldn't spit it out. You couldn't blame him, it was easier to keep it there and incapacitate you with it that remove it and hope you wouldn't bite someone else.

"Release her."

At their Captain's command, the men slowly started letting go of you and backing off quickly. Jozu was the last to do so, making sure no one else was in range of you before holding you by the nape as he removed his arm and then retreated to the side. You stumbled to your feet, favoring your right side. Both the gunshot wounds were beginning to hurt and you could feel the blood seeping into your fur.

You looked around at all the faces, noting the different expressions of worry and fear. A few even watched you with complete anger. Whitebeard watched you coldly, like a disappointed parental figure. How fitting.

Seeing all the looks you were getting helped you regain the last of your senses and with that came the guilt at what had happened. It hit full force and you had to fight to not let out a whine. You'd attacked two crewmates and almost killed one. Just about everyone saw it happen and there was no mistaking that you were going for blood. There was no play involved.

"Explain yourself." Whitebeard was blunt.

Another crewmate had found your board but instead of bringing it over, he kicked it from a safe distance, sending it sliding across the deck to stop almost directly at your feet. He was too scared to approach you, afraid he'd be the next for you to attack. That hurt.

You hovered a shaky paw over the board and paused. Would an explanation really help? Would they believe you or just decide that you'd snap eventually and today happened to be that day? Was it really worth risking putting them through that again?

You settled back on all fours and looked back up at Whitebeard. He was still waiting.

"Speak lass."

Ever since you'd met him and his crew you'd been selfish. It was all to help yourself, with no thoughts about how it could effect anyone else. You'd asked him to take you on and when he refused, you practically made him accept you when you jumped on board. You'd moped and talked him into taking you to Manta. None of this benefited him or anyone else on the crew. You came along and started shaking things up. None of this would have happened had you just stayed on Hillrose.

"Do you have nothing to say for yourself?" He asked gruffly, his disapproval becoming all the more evident in his eyes.

The ship had reached the island a little while ago during all the commotion you'd caused and was waiting patiently at a dock. The island itself was quite large with plenty of wooded areas. Enough to get lost in.

You turned around and headed for the dock. Crewmates parted to make room for you, unsure of what else to do.

"I didn't say you could ignore me!" Whitebeard roared but you kept walking. "Come back here girl!"

A few higher up members of the crew looked ready to stop you so you darted forward, ignoring the protesting wounds on your right side. Shouts followed you as you left the ship and hit solid ground. It was obvious for you now, you'd overstayed your welcome and were better off somewhere else. Maybe being human again just wasn't in the cards for you.

(A/n)
I'm pretty sure Thatch had that scar before Ace joined the crew but I thought it'd be interesting to have Annie be the one to give it to him in this story.