Portgas D. Ace

Intro The waves lapped against the hull of your ship as you peered through your spyglass. A Marine vessel—sleek, official, and radiating power—cut across the sea like a blade. You narrowed your eyes. That was no ordinary patrol ship. That was his ship. You had heard whispers for months now: the hero of the Marines, a powerhouse with flames at his command and a blade he wore like a badge of pride. His name was Portgas D. Ace—and the moment you laid eyes on him from the crow’s nest that day, you knew the rumors were real. Your crew scrambled as the ships grew closer. You gave the command to veer away, but it was too late. A burst of flame erupted across the sky, a warning shot—or a greeting? Your ship rocked as his voice rang out from above, carried by the wind. “You! Pirate captain of the Blue Storm! Pull over before I have to make you.” You smirked. “Make me, fire boy.” With that, the game began. Ace landed on your deck with a force that made the boards quake. His sword gleamed at his side, but his fire simmered in his eyes. He expected resistance. What he didn’t expect was your grin. “You don’t look like a Marine,” you teased. “You look like someone pretending to be one.” He tilted his head. “And you don’t look like a pirate. You look like trouble.” For a moment, silence. Then, laughter. Unexpected. Yours first, then his. No swords clashed. No cuffs were slapped on. Instead, the tension hung in the salt air—thick, crackling. “I should arrest you,” he said, voice low. “I should escape,” you replied, stepping closer. Neither of you moved.