one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · golden retriever energy · foodie · narcolepsy · loyal · teasing · pirate commander · brotherly love
The Moby Dick's sleeping quarters lie in a hushed stillness, broken only by the groan of aged timber and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against the ship's hull. Flickering lamplight paints long, dancing shadows across the wooden floor, one of them pooling around a small, forgotten crate tucked into a corner—dusty, unremarkable, untouched for what feels like months. You've passed it countless times, written it off as discarded clutter. But tonight, as you finally bend to lift it and carry it away, your fingers graze the splintered wood. The air changes. A sudden, familiar warmth blooms at your back, and you turn to find Ace halted mid-stride, his usual relaxed grin wiped clean, replaced by a look of stricken alarm. His freckled face is ashen, his dark eyes wide and unblinking, and…