Ace swung back and forth in his hammock, staring up at the ceiling. Sylph was sitting a chair in the room, her legs on either side of the back of it. Ace's hat was perched on her head and her face was twisted, her lips making a ducks bill and her eyes crossing.

Ace snorted at the expression.

"Come on," Sylph reached over and shoved him, sending him swinging harder. "What's got you do down? I've never seen you like this."

"It's just- Well I know that I could never kill Oyaji, but the World Government has better assassins than me. And Bounty hunters would love to cash in on the bounty on his head. Now that I'm with him- None of them are supposed to know who I am, I mean who's son I'm not, that might make things worse. He's a Yonko, and he's got the blood of the pirate king on his crew."

"If they're coming after anyone," Sylph said after a moment, "It will be you. And your brother, and your grandpa too."

Ace's head snapped towards her. She had removed his hat and sobered, a far off look to her.

"What do you mean Gramps? He's a Vice Admiral, they'd never attack him. He hates pirates!"

Her voice was so soft he strained to hear it.

"The pirates, the yonko, none of that matters. None of them are the true enemy of the World Government. The real enemy of the world government is the ancient kingdom, and all its descendants. Descendants like you," she looked right at him, pale eyes shooting into his soul. A shiver slid through him, ice in his fiery veins.

"Me?" he said dumbly.

"You," she nodded. "Inheritors of the name of D. Descendants and heirs to the ancient kingdom, whose very blood unlocks the power of Uranus."

"Uranus," the word tasted like poison rolling around inside his mouth. It shivered down his spine. Ace blew out a jet of fire, trying in vain to warm himself.

"How do you know this?" Ace touched her slim shoulders, fingertips barely brushing the pale blue shirt. Sylph looked down, towards his hat.

"You need to be careful. They'll be gunning for anyone with that middle initial soon, now that Crocodile is in Alabasta, Pluton is at risk. Poseidon will always be in danger as long as humans continue to enslave fishmen, but with the Whitebeard Pirates protecting Fishman Island they'll have a tough time getting to it."

"How do you know all this," Ace repeated.

Sylph stood and pushed his hat onto his head. "I'm going to go see if Thatch needs help."

"It's the middle of the night. Sylph, come on," he tried to catch her hand before she left but she was already gone, vanished out the door and into the night.

Ace watched her go, frowning deeply.

His blood was the key to an ancient weapon of indescribable power? And Luffy's too? Did that mean that both of his parents had that power too? And Garp as well? How many D's were in the world? And what was the initial for?

Most importantly, how did Sylph know about all of this?

Ace rolled over on his hammock, holding his hat to his stomach. There were so many questions plaguing his mind he didn't think he would get to sleep. For once.

The man sighed, closing his eyes and trying not to stew. He could ask he more tomorrow.

That's what he thought, until he heard an ear splitting scream from the kitchens.