I do not own One Piece
Warnings for torture, mentions of rape and coarse language in later chapters.
Blearily opening my eyes, I glance around the dark cell. I have been here for going on three months now. I had hoped that the crew would have found me by now, but now I don't know if I even want them to find me. I don't even know if they are aware that I am still alive. But even if they don't come find me, I have to get out and tell Pops. I have to tell him how I ended up here and warn him not to trust them. But I still can't make sense of it, maybe if my mind wasn't so muddled, and I was so exhausted from lack of food and the torture, I could think more about and possibly figure out what was going on. Did they just have something against me, or is it an attack on Pops? Was Pops really in on it, like they said he was? I can't see Pops deceiving someone like that, so I am sure they were just trying to make me doubt him and lose hope of every being saved. But, it is kinda strange that the one time he sends me somewhere with one of our allies, they betray me like this.
I was in the crows nest of the Moby Dick, keeping watch, well at least I was when my narcolepsy would let me. Marco climbs up and into the crows nest with me, waking me up.
"Pop wants to see you," he tells me, reaching his hand out to help me up.
"Hm, how come?" I ask confused, not being able to think of anything that I had done wrong recently. I mean sure, Thatch and I have pulled a couple of pranks, but nothing serious.
"I think he has a job for you to do. You will be going with one of our ally ships," he replies, smiling softly at me.
"Ah, but I just got back," I reply, looking up at Marco, pouting. He laughs softly and pulls me into a hug.
"I know Ace. But I a sure it is important. Pops wouldn't send you off again so soon." I nod, knowing that what he says is true and climb out of the crows nest. Pops told me that I would be going to an island with some of his oldest allies, I was to help them take care of some people who had been threatening them. I agreed instantly, I had never met these pirates before, but if Pops trusted them, than they had to be decent people.
Or so I thought. About half-way to the island, I had a narcoleptic attack out on deck. When I awoke from it, I found myself chained to the mast, using sea stones of course. I looked around, wondering if we had gotten attacked or something while I was out, but everyone else seemed fine and were acting completely normal.
"Oi, what the hell?" I yell toward the nearest member. He turns toward me shocks, as if not expecting me to say anything. Then, instead of answering, he runs below deck, just to reappear a couple of minutes with the captain.
"Well, Fire-Fist Ace you are awake at last.….or should I say Gol D. Ace, who would have thought that the famous Gol D. Rogers' son would get captured so easily." He sneers, squatting down in front of me.
"What the hell are you talking about? My name is Portgas D. Ace, and the only father I have is Whitebeard." I yell back.
"Now, now Ace. No need to lie. Whitebeard told us everything…..That is why you are here you know, the old man had been planning this since you told him of your heritage, he doesn't like scum on his crew." he laughs.
"You're lying. Pops would never do something like that and he will save me and kill you. How dare you turn your back on him like this."
"Were you not listening boy? Your Pops is the reason you are here. He paid us some good money to get rid of you." He says, laughing, before he punches me, causing me to black out.
When I woke up, I chained to a dungeon wall, my arms above my head.
I sigh softly, moving my arms a bit, trying to relieve a bit of the pressure on my shoulders, which were chained above my head. It has been a few days since they have come to my cell, a few days without food, without beatings, without anything. I don't know if they are just trying to get into my head like this or if they are just done with me, just leaving me here to die alone.
I close my eyes, knowing that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep, but hoping that unconsciousness would find me again or that I had another narcoleptic attack. After a few more minutes, I heard foot steps walking toward the door, along with the rustle of something heavy being dragged across the floor.
The door is slung open, and my tormentor walks in, dragging what I know realize is a body behind him. He opens my cell, and slings the limp figure in. He lands on his stomach and all I can see is wild curly black hair and blood stained, tattered overalls covering a lanky body. I glance back up as the cell door is closed and he walks back out the door, not uttering a word or even acknowledging my existence. I hang my head again and slowly slip into unconsciousness.