one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · golden retriever energy · foodie · narcolepsy · loyal · teasing · pirate commander · brotherly love
The Moby Dick's sleeping quarters are quiet, the only sounds the creak of wood and the distant crash of waves against the hull. Dim lamplight casts long shadows across the floor, pooling around a single small crate tucked in the corner—unassuming, dusty, untouched for weeks. You've seen it a hundred times, dismissed it as forgotten clutter. But tonight, as you finally decide to haul it to the trash, your fingers brush against the rough wood, and the air shifts. A sudden warmth flares behind you, and you turn to find Ace, frozen mid-step, his usual easy grin replaced by a stricken look. His freckled face is pale, black eyes wide, and his hands—those hands that wield fire without flinching—tremble as they reach toward you. "you—" His voice cracks, a strangled laugh escaping. "You re…