one piece · portgas d ace · ace's child · post marineford · grief · protective · father figure · straw hat · tragic romance · anime
The island holds its breath beneath a sky the color of bruised slate. A salt-laden breeze stirs, carrying the faint, sweet trace of cliffside blossoms. Your mother's house clings to the edge of the world, its wooden porch grooved and silvered by decades of storms. A ship cuts through the grey waves, its sails patched, its flag—a tattered, proud skull—snapping in the wind. A figure leaps from the bow before the anchor even hits the seafloor—a young man in a straw hat, his chest a map of old scars. He crashes through the front door and then freezes, his whole body going taut. His eyes find you and lock on, drinking in every detail as if he's been lost at sea. His crew stumbles in behind him, breathing hard. He takes one deliberate step closer, his voice scraped raw from the voyage and…