I would personally like to apologize that this is a short chapter, if anyone reads my tumlbr you'd get part of the story, but for the most part this is short. But I think that the quality isn't as bad, but this is short because 1)Writer's block plain and simple, 2)traveling 3)the timeline that I created. I wanted to get something developing around this point to keep everyone's interest and let you all know that yes I do have a plot and am not making this up as I go. I'll talk more on the bottom with the chat session. And I nothing thing before I let you go and read I was participating in Marcoace week which kind of took a lot of my creativity, so I'm sorry for that, but in the end it worked out alright. With that being said, here we go!

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN ONE PIECE

See you at the bottom!

Ace woke up to a throbbing head and knocking on his door. He groaned as he felt around in his pockets for the pills Marco gave him, but the knocking hadn't stopped.

"Who is it?"

"Marco, yoi."

He sighed, finally finding the pills and after seconds of struggling to open it he got it. "Come in."

The door open and closed briefly and Ace ignored Marco in favor of swallowing the pill he had pulled out.

"The party is starting shortly." Marco said.

"I have to go?" Ace asked, almost pouting.

"It is for you, yoi."

He didn't want to go, he didn't ask for a party, but it would be rude not to show up. It would probably be easy to slip away once the party got into the main part, but until then it would be loud. He'd also have to deal with people coming up to him and trying to make conversation, which didn't sound appealing with the throbbing in his head.

Then again they went through all of that trouble too throw a party and he didn't want it cancelled because of a headache, that could've been avoided had he been paying attention.

"How much longer?" He asked Marco.

"Its not starting until you show up." The older pirate replied.

Ace flopped back on the bed thinking, his head was still throbbing, but it would be nice to get something to eat, and maybe share a cup of sake in good nature. He ran his hand over his face before slowly sitting up.

"Give me a couple of minutes to look presentable." He tried to make it sound more like a question than a statement.

"I'll be outside, yoi." The door clicked shut.

Ace took a minute to stretch and pop his neck before getting up to try and make himself presentable. He just ran his hands over his hair in an attempt to flatten it out and he tugged at his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles; he was just going to have to hope that he looked presentable.

Slowly he made his way towards the doors, and took a deep breath. He shoved open the door, and noticed Marco the left of it right away.

"Ready?"

"Yeah." He answered quickly. "How do these things usually go?"

He wondered if Marco shrugged by the tone of his voice, it sounded like he was reciting a play. "First the person the party is for gets the first bit of food, if such a person exists, and then everyone eats to the point of bursting, yoi. Once they're done eating someone brings out the sake, and there's one more toast for the person; after that it's a drinking party."

Ace nodded, that meant he could leave a little bit after that toast, it didn't sound like it would be too strenuous or problematic for him, it might even be fun if not for the throbbing in his head.

The party started out nice, Thatch was kind enough to bring him a plate of food, which he dug into right away (once he joined the crew he instantly got an appreciation for the chef's cooking). It tasted like some sort of Sea King meat that was grilled, and it had some kind of vegetable dish with it. It was amazing. Around him he could hear the rest of the crew tuck into their food.

When he had arrived at the party he had been separated from Marco, and vaguely he wondered where the older male went, he was used to his presence next to him by now. Ace finished his second plate and was about to ask for another when he felt something poke his cheek.

"Here."

Ah, there's Marco.

"Thanks Marco!"

He could hear rustling beside him, and he guessed that it was Marco sitting next to him. His guess was confirmed when the older pirate spoke.

"Food taste alright, yoi?"
"Yeah!" Ace said, temporarily forgetting his manners and speaking with his mouthful.

"Thatch will be glad to hear that. I heard this was a particularly stubborn Sea King, almost not worth cooking according to the kitchen's aids, yoi."

Ace swallowed. "Everyone alright?"

"Yeah, Moby took some damage from the thing thrashing around, but that's been fixed, yoi."

The younger pirate took another bite of the meat, he had a newfound appreciation for it that made it taste better. He had noticed that despite the large number of people there wasn't much more noise that if they had been having a normal dinner in the dining hall.

"I thought this was a party, was is everyone so quiet?" He asked Marco.

"Its because everyone is eating, yoi."

Ace blinked, that made sense. Without further questioning he went back to his food. He finished this plate, and another one appeared before him.

"You have quite the appetite once you get going."

The fire-user stopped himself from jumping at the unexpected voice, getting over his surprise was easy when he realize it was Thatch, and he could feel something hot by his shoulder. Carefully he took the plate from the chef.

"I like enjoying good food." He said before tucking into the food.

"Marco, he complimented me, did you hear that?" Thatch asked, and his tone was teasing, but Ace could guess that he was still happy about it.

He actually hadn't thought about his words, paying the chef an unexpected compliment. Not that he minded because it was honest, he did like good food.

"I heard." Marco replied, his voice as equally teasing.

Thatch responded to Marco's teasing, but Ace ignored them in favor of his food. He wondered if the two next to him had any food he could snatch, because he was almost done with this plate as well.

"Slow down Ace, this is your party." Thatch stopped bickering long enough to make that comment.

Ace shrugged. His fast eating was a habit he never broke, remembering to many nights he went hungry because he didn't eat fast enough. Though those nights started happening when he started to lose his sight, only because he couldn't see what he was grabbing. When he told Luffy about his condition, his brother had made the attempt to grab enough food for the two of them. He hadn't had much of a chance for a rowdy dinner like that since he left Dadan and everyone, and the Whitebeard's dinners, while chaotic, never got that crazy.

"Alright I think its time to bring out the booze, I'll be back." Thatch said as he stood up and moved away.

"Its about to go into full swing now." Marco commented idley.

Ace titled his head towards him. "Do I have to do anything special?"

"No, its just a toast, yoi."

A weight lifted off of him. Now there was less of a chance of him embarrassing himself. Marco started to move beside him and Ace arched a brow in confusion.

"As the first mate I'm the one that gives the toasts."

"Oh." Ace didn't let the frown appear, he rather liked Marco's company, and he didn't think it was all due to the older male knowing his secret.

Several minutes later and Ace heard the sound of something rolling across the deck. He guessed it was the ale they were going to bring out, he heard several people milling about and he guessed that they were filling mugs up.

There was clacking to his side and he turned his head to face it, in the poor light he couldn't make anything out and frowned.

"Here you go."

"Thanks Izou." He reached up, hopefully reaching for the mug the first time, thankfully he was able to find it.

"Enjoying the party so far?"

"Its nice."

Izou moved and Ace tried to mentally follow him to figure out his position.

"It'll get rowdy, but I guess you would be used to it."

Ace wondered how different their definitions of 'rowdy' were. He had been to some loud bars in the past, and he grew up with bandits, but his gut feeling was that this was going to be an experience. Though he didn't feel inclined to tell Izou that.

Soon enough he heard someone clearing their throat, and the crowd quieted down. Ace knew that it was Marco, he had experienced that man's control of this crew before. It was incredible.

"Let's give a toast to our newest brother, Ace, yoi!"

Ace raised his mug up in a sort of toast, and there was a loud roar of approval that startled him. He wondered if his participation was even needed.

"You're adjusting well to being in the crew." Izou was speaking above the din.

Ace took a long drink from his mug, most likely this was going to be his only drink of the night. He was too worried what he would spill if his was completely inhibited.

"Its... nice." Ha answered honestly.

"That's good. Well, this is my official welcome to the family." Izou tapped his mug to Ace's, or so he guessed that what happened.

"Thank you."

After Izou left more people came up to him, some in groups and others by themselves all welcoming him to the family and congratulating him on his first successful mission. The attention was making him slightly nervous, but he knew that everyone was too sober for him to slip away unnoticed. He'd have to wait a little longer.

Of course his plans get completely destroyed.

He heard Thatch's heavy footsteps and then a groan as he sat down.

"Ah, this really hits the spot, don't you think Ace?"

"Its good quality booze." He replied, sipping his for good measure.

"You don't have to savor it, enjoy yourself!" Thatch laughed.

"Ah I-" He got cut off.

"I brought you another mug."

"Thanks." He sighed.

At least he had a high tolerance, thanks to his internal body temperature burning most of the alcohol off before it settled in and made him drunk. He finished his first drink and started on his second.

Ace really wanted to quit after that, but somehow Thatch kept giving him mugs, from where he didn't know because the man didn't get up. He had tried to stop after the third but then Thatch had teased him for being a lightweight, and he couldn't have that.

So now he had drunk enough that would've knocked a regular man out by now, and he was laughing along with Thatch's lame joke.

Y'know Acey... I wash really shhocked when you shhowed up injuured." Thatch slurred.

Ace laughed nervously. "It happens."

"But you w're with Marco." The chef argued.

"Yeah..." He said slowly. "But it's not his job to look out for me, it was my mistake."

Ace tensed the moment an arm was slung around him, resting heavily on his shoulders. He hadn't expected the movement, and the proximity was making him nervous. The doctor hadn't told him if his eyes were different looking, and there was always the off chance that someone would notice. Besides, he wasn't a fan of surprise contact.

"I could make you forget that injury of yoursh." Thatch's voice dropped lower.

He knew that type of voice well, it wasn't a rare occurrence that people approached him in bars or taverns. Though he didn't think that Thatch was that type of person, he seemed like the type that preferred to visit the brothels with the busty women. Ace was stuck, he couldn't shove Thatch off of him on the account that he would miss and hit something more harmful that his chest, but drunken men weren't easy to talk with, and there was also the chance that Thatch could turn aggressive (he doubted it) and he didn't want to fight him; he'd always been lacking in minding his strength.

"It doesn't hurt. I already forgot about it." He replied nonchalantly. "Could you please get off of me?"

"C'mon Acey."

He winced at the nickname, his name was Ace and that was it. As suddenly as the arm appeared it was taken off of him and he felt the familiar aura of Marco, it was slightly more intense than normal, but not as bad as it had been when they fought Drago and his crew.

"Thatch, he said to get off of him." Marco said, and it was serious, but there was no threat behind it.

Ace heard the chef mutter something, but it was likely nothing important as he heard something stumbling away.

"Sorry about that. Thatch is a very handsy drunk, next time push him off." Marco said.

Ace knew the phoenix was in front of him so he turned to face him. "Okay. I didn't know how he'd react. Some can get mean."

"That's true, yoi."

He let out a long sigh.

"You alright?" Marco's voice softened.

Ace knew he wasn't asking about the Thatch incident, but about his head and everything else. "Yeah, tired, probably drunk more than I should've."

Marco didn't say anything, but then muttered an 'oh right.' Ace didn't need to see to know that he had just nodded and waited for a response. "That's how these things go. You can probably slip back to your room now if you wish to."

Ace nodded this time, and slowly stood up. He didn't think his motor skills were that impaired but it was always hard to tell if he had been stationary while drinking. Thankfully he was able to stand up and only have a slight wavering to him.

"You good?"

"Just fine!" He replied feeling the grin tug at this lips.

"Alright."

Ace made his way back to his room, wondering why he felt so light inside.

Marco had been in the middle of a conversation with Jiru, when he happened to look over to where Ace was. He'd been checking on Ace throughout the night, but he hadn't been able to get near the teen until he was mostly done with his own meal. The first mate wanted to make sure the other was alright with the crowd and everyone coming up to him, and so far no one had caused much of a scene.

Of course it was Thatch that would break the streak. Marco loved his brother, he did, but sometimes that man's love of the party life caused a lot more trouble than he would like to deal with. He knew where it was going before it even really got started.

He excused himself from Jiru and tried to get to Ace before something happened, but he tried to make it look casual; meaning he got stopped for conversation at least twice.

"C'mon Acey." Marco sighed inwardly, of course Thatch was completely smashed.

Though the first mate didn't miss the wince the teen gave at the nickname. He sped up his pace and no one came to interrupt him from getting to the dou. Marco felt his phoenix stir, which was odd because logically he knew Thatch wasn't a threat.

The phoenix picked up the chef's arm that was wrapped around Ace trying to not look at the appendage like it had personally offended him.

"Thatch, he said to get off of him." Marco said, he was only assuming Ace had said that but he made sure he sounded serious.

He heard the chef mutter something, but it was likely nothing important as Thatch was drunkenly stumbling away towards his next victim.

"Sorry about that. Thatch is a very handsy drunk, next time push him off, yoi." Marco said.

He watched as Ace turned directly toward him almost making eye contact. "Okay. I didn't know how he'd react. Some can get mean."

"That's true, yoi."

Ace let out a long sigh.

"You alright?" Marco' softened his voice on instinct.

He hoped that Ace would understand that he wasn't talking about the Thatch incident. "Yeah, tired, probably drunk more than I should've."

Marco nodded he was in a similar situation, he was sure that otherwise he wouldn't have been so quick to rectify the Ace-Thatch situation and let the two solved it for himself, but that time he couldn't help himself. He blinked as he realized that Ace couldn't see him nod.

"Oh right." He found himself whispering and then speaking up."That's how these things go. You can probably slip back to your room now if you wish to, yoi."

Ace nodded this time, and slowly stood up. Marco waited while the younger pirate got up slowly. He wondered how much Thatch had made the younger drink if his movement was that impaired, if his power was anything like Marco's it would've had to been a hell of a lot of booze.

"You good?"

"Just fine!" Ace grinned at him.

"Alright." Marco found himself grinning back despite himself.

He watched Ace go, and Marco knew he had drunk too much when he had thought he had saw a bounce in the teens step. Marco shook his head trying to clear it of the light feeling that settled in his chest.

No more booze for me tonight.

/+3days/

The first mate laughed as he watched Ace try and catch Thatch for one reason or another, he wasn't sure. Still he had a break from paperwork for the first time in a long time and decided to spend it standing outside in the warm air. It helped that he could watch his brothers mingle on the deck in the relaxed atmosphere.

"How rare for you to be out at noon." Izou sauntered up to him.

He wondered if had done anything out of character recently that would give the other commander a reason to try and pry into his personal life.

"I finished all the important documents already, I thought I would get some fresh air before I went back to work." He shrugged.

Izou pursed his lips. "That so?"

"Yeah." Marco arched a brow.

The kimono clad man turned his eyes to the lower deck, finding Ace and Thatch, the smaller of the two was quickly closing in and their game of tag was going to turn into a wrestling match quickly. He was glad to see the past couple of days awkwardness was gone between them, he'd been worried about that after the party. Though it seemed like it worked itself out.

"I thought it was because you were checking on Ace." Izou spoke aloud.

The first mate really wondered what he had done to get this treatment. "Why?"

"Oh, I don't know, since you two came back from the mission it seems like you're throwing glances at Ace every chance you get."

Marco swallowed. He supposed it was possible that he was looking at Ace more, if only to make sure that his secret stayed a secret and that he was managing well. But of course someone would notice and it had to be Izou, if it had been Thatch he would never hear the end of it. At least with the sixteenth division commander it would only last until something more interesting and gossip worthy happened.

"He did get injured under my watch." Marco tried. "But its mostly coincidence, yoi."

"Is that all? Ace isn't all that bad looking, and you guys did have a few days alone." Izou winked at him.

The other male had him at the fact that Ace was attractive, anyone who could see could tell that, but there was nothing more than that. "That's all."

The kimono clad male pouted. "Boring."

Marco shrugged.

"There's something going on though, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it."

The first mate was glad that Izou was focusing on their relationship rather than there being something off about Ace himself. His gaze shifted from his comrade to the lower deck where Ace just got tackled by Haruta.

Both of them were laughing, and smiling looked better on Ace's face than any other emotion he had seen so far. He relaxed his stance as he watched. Izou kept his eyes on him, and Marco knew that the topic wasn't dropped yet.

He stood up from where he was leaning and raised his arms behind his head to stretch.

"Better get back to that paperwork." He quickly walked off.

/+2 days/

Ace made his way to the dining hall, rubbing his eyes as he navigated the hall way. For some reason he had been sleeping a lot better on the ship making it harder for him to wake up, which meant that he was starting to feel more comfortable. He wasn't sure how he felt about that yet.

There were footsteps coming up from behind him and he shifted to the side to let the person pass should they choose to.

"Ace."

He turned around towards Marco's voice. "Morning!"

Ace heard a breathy noise from the other indicating a laugh. "Its closer to noon than the morning."

"Ah, what're you going to do?" Ace shrugged.

"I thought I might catch you before you walk into the chaos that is the dining hall at the moment." Marco replied.

"Why is any crazier than any other day?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Everyone gets excited when a bounty is raised, yoi."

As he said that Ace felt a surge of excitement in his chest. Bounties were an important part of being a pirate, the more impressive the bounty the more impressive you were or how much the Navy wanted you dead. He had an impressive bounty himself, it had been a good start coming from East Blue, from stealing his Devil's Fruit. But his bounty hadn't been impressive until he took out 3 Marine cruisers in a single fire fist. Since then it had stayed pretty stationary.

"Whose was it?"

"Yours."

His eyes widened, he didn't think he had done anything recently that would've made that marines nervous. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, it jumped by a lot, at least 80 million belis, yoi."

Ace tilted his head. "The only thing I've done is help you take out Drago's crew."

"The Marines found out you joined Pops. Happens everytime someone with a decent bounty joins, though I'm sure it has something to do with taking out those bandits as well. The marines couldn't do anything about them because most of their men weren't strong enough, yoi." Marco explained.

"Ah." It was a weird reason for a bounty raise, but he couldn't complain. "What's it up to?"

"365,000,000."

Ace whistled.

"Not a bad price for a rookie." He heard the teasing tone in Marco's voice. "You're in the range of the commanders now."

The teen shrugged. East Blue had never had a bounty like that come from their waters, if you ignored the former Pirate King, so that was something, but then again he didn't get that price while he was in those waters. He wondered what Dadan and Luffy would be saying to his bounty; and he didn't have to guess to what Garp's reaction would be.

"Haruta's just got raised as well. Up by another 10 million beri, yoi."

That was no surprise, Ace thought, the other had gone on a mission the day after he and Marco returned.

"The marine sure don't beat around the bush when they raise this crew's bounty."

"Yeah, they won't actively do anything though, they hope that bounty hunters or other pirates will get greedy and go after us, yoi." Ace could almost hear the others shrug.

"So everyone is celebrating?"

"Like any pirate crew would, it gets worse when a person gets their first bounty."

"Some people don't have bounties yet?" That sounded impossible on a crew this strong.

"Yeah, but that's only because the Navy focuses on the true powerhouses and commanders, yoi."

That makes sense. He thought. "But no party like the other night?"

"No, just people coming up to you throughout the day congratulating you."

Ace bit back a sigh. It sounded nice to have people proud of his accomplishments, but he was still recovering from the attention he had gotten from his head injury (which wasn't affecting him as much and the nurses say his bruise is looking better each day) and first mission. It would be too soon for him to start dealing with a large amount of people paying attention to him again.

He heard Marco shift next to him, and he turned his attention back onto the other.

"You know, you could go up to the top crow's nest, yoi."

Ace blinked. "On watch? Marco..."

"We have a three tiered mast. Most of the time we don't use the top one unless we know we're going to attack or be attacked." The older pirate explained.
He didn't see where this was going.

"Not many people make the climb because they don't have a head for heights, yoi."

Oh! He's giving me a place to hang out until this dies down. Something in Ace's chest shifted at the kind gesture.

"You just keep climbing the rope up, it tapers off the closer you get to it, but the rigging doesn't get all the way to the mast, so you'd have to make a short walk across on of the gallant yards."

Ace shrugged. He'd honestly walked across a lot more dangerous things when he was a kid, this would be fairly simple, he had excellent balance.

"But first, breakfast!"
He thought he heard something like "one track mind" from Marco. Ace blew air out of his nose as a laugh. It was true, when he was hungry all he could think about was food, but he'd at least check out the crow's nest that the first mate was talking about. He hadn't known the place existed before (he couldn't see it, in truth he probably didn't know half of this ship's hiding spots it'd be one hell of a hide and seek game.)

There were footsteps and he guessed that Marco was heading off to whatever place that he was heading before.

"Marco, one more thing."
"Yes?"

"What's for breakfast?"

"Brat."

The doctor walked to the front door slowly, the coffee not having the chance to take effect yet. It was likely going to be another slow day, so he didn't feel bad about his sluggish behavior. In the years following the burning of the Gray Terminal most of his clientele had died down, he made enough to get by but he had been an associate of the Pirate crew. He had given them medical care and occasionally fed their drug habits, it had been lucrative at the very least. But then they suddenly vanished when the flames died down and the only thing he could think was it was the fault of that trio of brats.

As he opened the door he looked down and saw that the paper was already there, rolled up neatly. The doctor bent down and picked it up, noticing that it was heavier than usual. Bounty day? He didn't think that it was time for that already but with how many pirates kept popping up he wouldn't be surprised if the Navy had decided to split the bounties between two days.

He opened up to the middle of the paper, looking through at the bounties. There were several newer ones, their bounties low, and the low risk hunters would easily pick them up for pocket change. Then as he flicked through he got to the bounty raises, several of the pictures had been updated. Whitebeard's crew was next, if there were any raises, they'd been quiet recently.

The first of the crew to show up was one of the commanders Haruta their name read, a small raise in their already impressive bounty. However, the next one was more interesting, he guessed the kid was a newcomer, 'Fire Fist Ace' with a bounty of 365,000,000. It was impressive for a kid that young, he guessed the hike was due to joining with the Whitebeards.

But there was still something familiar about the man on the poster. The doctor narrowed his eyes in thought, there was something about that face, whether it was the smirk or the look in his eyes. He just couldn't place it, and where had he heard the name Ace before?

"Shishishi! That's Ace for you!" The doctor knew that laugh anywhere.

It was one of the trio that ruined him, he was also the only one that had come into town in the more recent years. So that's where I've heard the name Ace before, is that why he looks familiar?

He shrugged walking back into his clinic, still staring at the wanted poster, it was odd, he didn't just think it was because he saw that brat running around.

"Doctor? What are you staring at so intently?" His nurse asked.

"This." He turned the poster around to face her.

The nurse frowned. "I thought his name was Mason?"

"Mason?" The doctor repeated, confused.

Then it clicked. Mason! He was the kid from years ago that had the rare eye condition, but now he was pirating with that type of damage to his eyes. If he really was that Ace kid, this could be a very good opportunity to get revenge.

Only he wouldn't have a chance on taking on a kid like that, it wasn't his job, but he did know some bounty hunters that had taken out some pretty big names in the past.

"Maria, I'm not going to be open on time today." He said as he passed the nurse.

"Oh, sure." She said before sitting down at her desk going back to sifting through files.

Doctor Conner headed back to his room where he had a snail phone, and underneath it would be the number he needed. He set the newspaper and wanted poster down on his bed, looking at the taunting picture of Ace. A scowl formed on his face, it was the kid's fault he had lost his best customers. This was just payback.

He lifted the phone and pulled the slip of paper out, there were several numbers on it, but he already knew which one he needed.

Quickly he put the number in and waited, the snail rung a total of five times before someone picked it up.
"This is East Blue Finders, how may I help you?" The person who answered was a woman with a very chipper voice.

He read the instructions on the paper. "I would like to use to locate something for me."

"One moment."

Doctor Conner could hear movement on the other side, and for a few minutes it was just muffled sound. He sighed, tapping his foot impatiently, just as he was about to yell at the women to hurry up there was a sound that was different from the others. It sounded like someone was inhaling.

"This is , what can I help you find?"

Doctor Conner swallowed, it was always a danger to work with these people, especially since he didn't know how they felt about Whitebeard, several bounty hunters wouldn't go near that man's crew.

"There's this person, he has a wanted poster, Portgas D. Ace, I want him found and turned in for the bounty." He said, hoping his voice didn't shake too much.

"Portgas? That's a man of Whitebeard, not that we have a problem going after them, but it'd be dangerous and expensive." practically purred that last word.

"You can have 60 percent of the bounty."

"Oh?" The man sounded more interested now. "That doesn't take care of the danger part."

"I have information that'll make it that much easier to capture him."

"Hmm, and if Whitebeard goes after us?"

"I doubt he would, Portgas is new to the crew it seems." Doctor Conner hopped he was sounding convincing.

"What do you have on him?"

The doctor swallowed again, there was a chance that they wouldn't believe him, and that could be bad. He knew his information sounded ridiculous, but with such a generous payment he hopped they would be agreeable.

"Well, Portgas, he's blind or very close to it."

"Whitebeard took on a blind pirate? You want me to believe that?" 's voice had dropped.

"Yes. It sounds improbable, but I saw the kids eyes, I know those symptoms." He repeated, the tremble in his voice now noticiable.

"Are you a doctor?"

"Yes. The condition eats away at a person's sight. He may be able to see still, but it won't be much."

The bounty hunter made a low noise in his throat. "Very well, but if you're lying to us, I will personally make sure your body is never found and everyone you know has paid for you mistake. I don't like liars."

"Of course. I'll leave you my information as a gesture of goodwill." Doctor Conner said, raising his hand up even though the other man couldn't see him. He quickly repeated his number, business location, and gave them his name.

"We'll be in contact. I assume you would like to see your prise yourself before we hand him to the Marines."

"That would be agreeable. But don't kill him, he's caused me personal injury and I would like to see him suffer for it."

"Are you truly an average doctor?"

"Of course." He smirked, he may be a doctor but he was not so nice that he forgot and forgave hurts such as these.

Dun dun dun! Yehaw there's some plot for you, and before you go off, yes I am taking some writer's liberties with convinence and things, but then again isn't that what a lot of people do sometimes. But what are your thoughts? Yay or nay? What's going to happen? Questions shall be answered in due time, but I'd like some theories here!

As for the bounty and things, I know Ace's final bounty is about 550 million and Whitbeard and Marco in the anime made a comment about his bounty being so high, so I tried to pick one in the middle, so thats where that number came from.

Also, is the marcoace still to subtle or is it a little better now? I think its just right, but I like hearing your opinions on things, they make me happy.

Tell me if there's any big errors that you can't over look and as always leave your thoughts below! See you next time! Later! ~IF

1.) I am doing this for fun so I don't mean to offend anyone so I'm doing my research but if you have any suggestions or something is factually wrong feel free to tell me! Please.

2.) Ace's condition is one that I made up using parts from several others, just because I don't think I could've written any of them the way that I wanted to portray Ace.

3.) I am going to update this irregularly