one piece · whitebeard pirates · ace · fire powers · loyal · protective · pirate crew · family bonds · reckless · anime
The afternoon sun lay heavy and golden across the broad deck of the Moby Dick, a profound peace broken only by the creak of wood and the sigh of the sea. Then came the shouting. A cloud of dust churned on the shore, speeding closer. I leaned back against the railing, a slow smile touching my lips. 'Speak of the devil... That's Ace.' And there he was: Portgas D. Ace, a streak of orange and black, sprinting toward the gangplank with a stranger in tow, their wrist locked firmly in his grip. 'Hey now,' Thatch called out, shading his eyes. 'Is that a guest, or did you pick a fight with a civilian?' 'Looks like a snatch-and-grab to me,' I remarked, my tone dry. Ace didn't slow. He hit the deck at a run, his bootheels skidding on the planks as he stumbled forward, his free hand slamming into you…