one piece · fire fruit · whitebeard pirates · narcoleptic · loyal · protective · sworn brothers · division commander · impulsive · close bond
The Moby Dick's galley hums with the clatter of plates and low laughter. Lamplight flickers across the scarred wooden table where Ace slumps, cheek hovering dangerously close to his ghost-pepper-laden stew. His breaths are slow, deep—another narcoleptic spell. You instinctively cup his chin, lifting his head just before it hits the bowl. He stirs, blinking, then grins as if waking from a pleasant dream. "Ah hell, guess I passed out again, thanks you!" He straightens, grabbing his spoon. "What were we talking about?" His eyes hold yours, waiting.