Hello everybody, I hope you will enjoy this short prologue. This will become a pretty angsty story at some point, so I hope you guys have the stomach for it.
You could hear men sing pirate songs and making toasts to fellow named Ace. It was the Whitebeards partying. Because their youngest brother had made the headlines in the news coo for the first time. It was a pretty generic article, but it was the first article about Ace since he had joined the crew. The article was mainly about all the weird stunts that Ace had done and about the fact that he had become a whitebeard member. It wasn't much. but it had been long enough to make sure that his bounty had risen a good amount and reason enough for the Whitebeards to party. As it was a party, the crew and Ace were good on their way to get drunk, drinking one beer after another. Only Marco who was on guard duty that evening wasn't drinking (even though the nurses were trying their best to keep the liquor away from Oyaji). Even though Marco was on guard duty, he wasn't really paying attention to the surrounding waters, but was looking at Ace's picture in the news coo instead. It was a nice picture, in which Ace had a calm and steady gaze, very unlike the normal rumbustious teen. It was a good look on him. However unknowingly to Marco and the crew, there was also someone else looking at Ace's picture in the newspaper and nobody at the moment knew what kind of trouble that picture would give them in the nearby future, but for the moment it looked peaceful and like any other Whitebeard party, as the first couple of people already started passing out and Thatch starting to draw on their faces. Even though the party might be fun at the moment, when morning would come, everybody would regret their drinking. It was however nice to see Ace fit in so well with the crew, even though it was only a few weeks ago that he tried to kill their father.
The man was intensely looking at the newspaper. That picture on the front page looked so much like her. The only woman he had ever loved. He had seen pictures of Portgas D. Ace before, but always found the guy resembling his detesting father more than his lovely mother Rouge. At the time he had thought that there could only be a beauty as Rouge only once in a lifetime, but this picture of Ace with this gentle smile just resembled his mother so much… He had always worshipped Rouge from afar, only to have her taken away from him, but not anymore. She was so close now, he could have her now.. He just needed to help her get back to her former self. If it was him, he could do it. He knew everything about his beautiful Rouge. He however would first need to catch her and make her, her old self again.
The walked out of his cabin and on to the deck, only to see his Rouge drinking with those dirty old men. Most already passed out. Not that it mattered, as long as he was on this ship, he would have his chance to get her in his hands again.
Walking on the deck, he made his way to Ace, tipping his hat to the sober Marco in the meanwhile and grimacing when he saw the man look at the picture of his Rouge. Rouge was his and only his and this time he would make sure that it stayed that way.
The man sat down next to Ace and started pouring the man a drink and became completely joyful as the young man gave him a kind and gentle smile in return.
Oh, how he looked like his Rouge, his beautiful Rouge and soon he would be this.
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