Heyhey:) so this is my first fanfiction ever. I just thought it would be fun to try it! Honestly, I just love the idea of Ace starting as a marine so much that I just had to do this^^ Hope you enjoy!

P.S Sorry if there are mistakes! You can tell me in the comments or something if you see any:)

Chapter 1

"ACEEEEEEEE!"

Crap. I'm dead. I am so dead, Ace thought.

"ACE YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS IN MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Ace sighed before slowly and very reluctantly walk in the direction of his superior's office. While he was walking down the long white corridor of the marine base, he saw some officers looking at him with amusement in their eyes. He mentally sneered at them and gave them his most gracious middle finger.

Oh haha. Yeah yeah, laugh away you assholes.

Ace finally reached the office and stood still before the door pondering on the pros and cons of knocking.

"I KNOW YOU'RE THERE YOU BRAT!"

Well shit. Bye bye freedom. Adios dear life. It was almost nice meeting you.

The brunet slowly opened the large white door and entered the room, trying to avoid all possible eye contact with his superior. However, before he could even set foot in the office, he received a strong punch to his head that made him crash hard on the floor.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU OLD SHIT?! HOW CAN YO-"

Ace was cut short by another very angry fist.

"IS THAT ANYWAY TO TALK TO YOUR GRANDPA AND YOUR SUPERIOR, YOU BRAT?!"

The rear admiral considered throwing another insult but decided that he valued his life too much for that. Instead, he opted for the easiest way to avoid a hurtful fist-of-love.

"Alright alright! I'm sorry!"

The Vice-Admiral huffed and went back to sit behind his wooden desk. He stared at his grandson for a few seconds before letting out a long sigh.

"Well? Care to explain?", Garp said.

"Explain what?", Ace mumbled.

"DON'T TRY ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Garp let out another sigh and calmed himself down before speaking again to his idiot officer.

"Why the hell did I get a complaint from the cooks saying that some dumbass Rear-Admiral put red chili in every meal tonight, sending every marine in a fight for water?"

"It's not my fault they can't take a little spice! Plus, you gotta admit…that was funny as hell! Did you see the two guys trying to hug each other to death to get that water pint! That was hilarious!"

Ace started to laugh but was interrupted by yet another punch.

"Ace…you have to realize that this is a marine base. You're not a little kid anymore! You're a Rear-Admiral! Start acting like one!"

The young man stared at the floor, not knowing what to say. Garp suddenly started to laugh and put his hand on Ace's shoulder.

"I do have to admit that this was hilarious! However, I can't let you off the hook for your stupid prank."

Ace gulped and took a few steps back, ready to run if needed.

"As punishment for your dumbass idea, you have to spend the next three months in the Grand-Line, visiting some of the islands under our protection for a check-up."

The brunet desperately tried to run but Garp caught him by the collar before he could even cross the door.

"And I'll make it six months if you try to escape", the Vice-Admiral said while looking intensely in Ace's eyes.

"You can't do this to me! I'm gonna die out there!"

"Well then, now that it's decided, go pack your things. You're leaving first thing in the morning."

Garp threw Ace out of his office and slammed the door. After understanding what had just happened, Ace quickly got up and tried to shout to his Grand-father that he would do anything else but that, even clean the toilets (yeah like hell he'd do that). He stopped yelling when he heard Garp's intense snoring and stared at the door in pure hate, hoping that this would help him change his fate. He gave up after five minutes and cursed under his breath.

Why the hell do I have to do this?! It was just a little, almost harmless prank if you forget that Joey had an allergic reaction to the chili. How was I supposed to know that?!

Normally, anybody would've been fine with that job, but not Ace. Not when the job in question was basically listening to the civilians' complaints for three months. He absolutely hated that. He tried it once. Only once. And that was enough for him to make sure he would never do it again. Well, …that's what he thought until now anyway.

Ace went back to his room to pack his things for the mission. He thought about escaping through his bedroom's window but decided against it when he remembered Garp's threat about making his stay in hell twice as long. After he finished packing, Ace took a long shower and went directly to bed, knowing that he would need all the energy he could get tomorrow.