Somewhere on the huge white whale ship, names the Moby dick, is a black haired freckled face second division commander who had just rolled out of bed, as he moved around his room, stumbling over the mess on his floor, he wound up in his bathroom.
Steam filled the room up as he step under the boiling spray of water, turning his skin slightly red, but only slightly and Ace let out a huge sigh as he scrubbed at his skin with his blunt finger nails, getting the jam out from between his toes.
Shampoo soap suds mixed in with the water as it traveled down his front and over the large purple Whitebeard mark on his back, soapy fingers traced over hard backed muscles and the man in the shower had to let out a bark of laughter at the thought of how hard his little brother worked on getting his muscles and still they weren't as big as his.
Ace placed the pink soap bar back down and rinsed everything off, shacking his hair just to make sure that there wasn't any lasting shampoo left in it. He reached past the half closed shower curtain for his towel while he turned the dial off for the shower, he shook his black waves again, much like a dog and step out wrapping the towel around his hips, with a bored look on his face he moved over to the sink and got the shaving cream out.
Ace placed it over his face, much like a white beard and mustache which got a grin out of him, the razor moved down his face, taking the offending extra hair from his face, his just thankful every time he does this that he doesn't have to shave anywhere else like he knew some of his brothers did.
After he had washed the left over cream from his face he began his morning routine, of flexing his body, he twisted and turned checking himself out, oh Ace knew he was vain, but who wouldn't be with a body that he owns and the dashing good looks?
As he turned back to the mirror to send it a goodbye wave he froze, the huge smirk vanishing into thin air and he stared at horror at something his eyes had missed before, he didn't know how he missed it but he did.
The lump just a little above his eyebrow on his forehead, red and lumpy, it wasn't meant to be there, he hadn't gotten one of these in years, what the hell is it doing there? Ace got two of his fingers and squeezed it, hoping it would burst like all the others that he had have, but nothing, only turning it bigger and more red, so he got his tweezers and tried pinching the pus out, he only ripped skin.
After three hours of trying to pop the horrid thing he gave up, throwing his hands in the air and screamed out his frustration, not knowing that a few of his friends had been standing outside his door worried about what had kept their youngest brother of a pig from breakfast, so when they heard him scream they rushed in and found him on his bathroom floor in nothing but a towel, Thatch and Marco rushed over, being that they were closet to the sobbing man and knelt down.
"Oi Ace, what happened? What's wrong?" Ace looked at Thatch with such distress that he jumped to conclusions and felt extremely stupid for worrying when Ace gave the reason for the crying.
"I have a huge, ugly, vile, pimple on my forehead and it won't go away." Every man in the room sighed and slammed their hands into their own foreheads…only Ace.