"Ace!" The man in question turned when he heard his name being called.

"Yeah?" He asked when he saw who it was.

"Marco wants to see you."

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it." Ace blurted. Which, was actually the truth. But, that didn't stop everyone within earshot to start looking around and moving about the ship cautiously, something Ace noticed and inwardly smirked at.

"Uh, I don't know what he wants, but thanks for the heads up." The now nervous first-division member said before he told Ace where Marco was and quickly left to go hid- er, go take a nap. Yeah, he was just going to take a nap, he wasn't busy right now, he wasn't on watch, or on chore duty today.

Ace's mental smirk got bigger. He honestly hadn't done anything. But they didn't know that... and now they thought he did. Sometimes, the best prank, was making everyone think there was one, when there wasn't. He could just sit back and watch them lose it. He would have to warn Thatch later on though, so he didn't pull something and ruin what Ace had going right now.

"Hey, Marco, I was told you wanted to see me?" He called cheerfully once he finally found the first-mate. His little non-prank had put him in a good mood. Something that Marco noticed and raised an eyebrow at, but decided to let go... for now. He would find out later what the fireman did, he was already planning out the punishment.

The night-crew told him that they found a bunch of knotted up sail lines thrown into a room and left, and none of them knew how long they'd been laying there or who put them there, but whoever put them there, somebody needed to unknot them and coil them up in one of the supply rooms... hmm... That seemed like a fitting punishment...

He pulled himself out of his thoughts and focused on Ace, who was actually looking a little nervous now, probably from the long silence and the way Marco was looking at him. "Yes, I'm sending you out on a supply run with some of my division. You're in charge. Here's the list. My men already know where your going, try not to blow up the island while your there." He said, before walking away to deal with the an argument that he just heard start up somewhere on deck.

Ace stared after him in shock, before blinking and studying the list Marco handed him. It was a very strange list... flour, some fresh eggs, booze, sugar, streamers... a dagger? Was it somebodies birthday and nobody bothered to tell him? He knew it wasn't his, the only one who even knew what month his birthday was, let alone what day, was Luffy. And Luffy was back home on Dawn Island, with no contact with the Moby Dick.

And why on earth were they putting him in charge? Why wasn't Marco's division right-hand in charge like he normally was when a group from the First was sent out without Marco accompanying them? Not to mention, why was he going at all? He was part of the Second Division, why put him in charge of men from the First? What on earth...?

Finally, he shook his head and decided to just go with it, and head for his room to pack a spare pair of pants or two before heading for the boat. Inwardly, he pouted, because if he was leaving, that meant he wouldn't be able to watch everybody fall apart trying to figure out what he didn't do! He stopped, then detoured. "Hey, Thatch!" He called when he stepped just inside the doorway of the kitchen. This was the farthest inside that he was allowed to come, much to his disappointment.

"Ace! What's up." Thatch called over. "Hold on just one moment!" Ace nodded and watched (no, he was not drooling, either), while Thatch finished what he was making and put it in the oven. It smelled so good! Great, now he was hungry. When Thatch finally came over, "Ok, now, what's up?" He asked again.

"This morning, I set some of the First Division off, trying to figure out what prank I pulled this time." Thatch looked somewhat confused, this was nothing new. "Except, that this time, I didn't pull anything." Now Thatch was starting to look excited, which added to Ace's growing smirk. Then he pouted, which he would deny if anybody ever told him. "Unfortunately, Marco is sending me off for a supply run, so I can't stay and watch the fall-out. Be a good older brother and record some of it for me?" He practically begged.

"They're going to be paranoid messes by the time they figure it out." Thatch breathed, his eyes glazed over at the thought.

Ace smirked again and nodded happily. "I didn't even mean to do it."

"Oh, that's the best kind of prank, little brother. All right, I have a few minutes before I need to be back here, I'll go set up a few recording-snails for you. Good luck on the supply run." He said with a smirk before sauntering off to find where he hid the recording-snails since he used them last. Ace breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't going to miss the show before running to his room, and from there to the supply boat to meet up with the rest of the group for this little trip.

Marco and the rest of the commanders stood around Pops chair, watching as Ace and the rest of the supply runners set sail. "You sure he's ready, Pops? Running a division is a lot of work." Namur asked, glancing at their father and captain.

"Yes, he's ready. As soon as they get back, we finish the preparations, and then we celebrate our new Division Commander, Fire-Fist Ace."