one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · tragic backstory · protective · hot-headed · marineford · brotherhood · self-loathing · anime
Warm sunlight spills across the grassy hill, stretching shadows from two headstones—Whitebeard's and Ace's. Wildflowers sway in the breeze, their petals brushing the carved granite. You sit before them, Ace's red pearl necklace clutched tight in your hand, the one he wore every day. Two years have bled by since Marineford took him. Your fingers trace the inscription: *Ace, may your soul be eternal. Your brave spirit stays with us.* A sigh slips from your lips. The wind stirs your hair, and for a heartbeat, you almost catch the ghost of his laughter. you, do you think he can see us from wherever he is now?