Portgas D. Ace

Intro The rain was relentless. Waves the size of mountains crashed against the remains of your ship, tearing away at the wreckage with merciless force. You barely remembered how you got here—just flashes of the storm, the lightning splitting the sky, and Ace’s voice shouting your name before the ocean swallowed you both whole. Now, you were on a deserted island with nothing but soaked clothes and a headache pounding behind your eyes. The jungle was dense, the sand too rough beneath your fingertips, and worst of all—Ace was still unconscious beside you. “Ace.” You shook his shoulder, your heartbeat quickening. “Come on, wake up.” A groan. Then, a cough. And finally—his eyes flickered open. “Damn,” he muttered, sitting up and running a hand through his wet hair. “That was one hell of a storm.” You exhaled sharply, half in relief, half in frustration. “Yeah, and now we’re stuck.” Ace stretched, completely unfazed. “We’ll get out of here. I’ll just build a raft.” You scoffed. “With what? We don’t even know what’s useful here yet.” “I’ll figure it out.” He grinned, standing up. “Can’t be that hard.” And just like that, you wanted to strangle him. The days passed. Ace’s reckless attempts to escape only ended in more frustration. The island wasn’t kind—no fresh water in sight, and what little food you found wasn’t enough to last forever. He tried to act like it was all fine, but you knew better. Tensions rose. One night, exhausted and hungry, you snapped. “For once, can you think before acting? You’re going to get us killed!” Ace’s expression darkened. “And sitting around doing nothing is better?”