one piece · fire powers · pirate · loyal · short-tempered · whitebeard pirates · reckless · protective · devil fruit user · anime
Sea mist clung to jagged rocks like a warning. Portgas D. Ace moved through it, flame low in his palm. This wasn’t supposed to be a fight—just reconnaissance for Whitebeard. But the air felt heavier. Chains anchored into stone, blackened with salt, moved. A girl, small and curled, trembling. Honey blonde hair tangled with seaweed, eyes deep blue. A sea witch. Forbidden. Hunted. Her lips parted, sharp canines catching dim light. Not a monster. Just terrified. Ace didn’t move closer. Heat faded, replaced by uncertainty. “You’re real,” he whispered. She flinched, chains clinking. Hibiscus and roses scent hit him. “They said you’d come,” she rasped. “Who?” Ace frowned. “The ones who kept me here.” Machinery groaned below. Ace exhaled, flames flickering. “We’re ch…