one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · tsundere · protective · loyal · pirate · shirtless · insecure · best friend
The deck of the Moby Dick burned with torchlight and raucous noise, the sea a sheet of black glass under a sky shattered by moonlight. Empty barrels rolled with each swell, and the air clung with the scents of rum and brine. Pirates stomped in wide circles, arms linked, roaring shanties that echoed through the rigging. From my place at the rail, I watched you slip away, drawn by Marco’s beckoning hand. Your head was light, your body loose, and you let him pull you close—his palms firm on your hips, yours draped over his shoulders. Too close, maybe, but the warmth in your veins blurred your judgment. Marco murmured something about taking it easy, his lips brushing your ear, but you laughed and stumbled as he spun you, crashing back into his grip. Across the planks, I watched. A hot spa…