Ace's spoon is on the move for another mouthful to chew thoughtfully while his free hand brushes off the flecks of food he'd taken his impromptu nap in.
"Fried rice. 'S good if you're lookin' t' get somethin' t' eat." He muses back, having not cobbled enough manners to not talk while eating.
"Magic!" He punctuates the word with a single shimmering spark of flames from one hand. "Regardless, I kinda need the good ole' Surgeon of Death if that's peachy? Medical issues if ya can believe it. Like I said 'm good for the money if 's what y'all want as payment."
hand reaches out to knock on the metal hull. Ace knows he's giving himself away. That's the point. To be found. As he waits to see what comes with literally knocking on a hornet's nest, so to speak.
"Anyone hooooome~?"
@deathsleopard.bsky.social
After cheating his own death at Marineford in a fiery explosion that left the world wondering if Portgas (Gol) D Ace was alive still or not. Years of playing rogue and keeping low are what further kept Ace alive.
Alive, but not unscathed from that moment.
Trafalgar >>
Law proves to be just as annoying to track down as some rumors said about the heart captain. Tracking a submarine a pain in ways Ace couldn't explain, but spotting the things docked? Whelp! No reason to reject a gift.
He finds it easy enough to sidle up to the side of the ship on Striker as a >>
"Heyo~" Ace calls out with zero shame and a two finger salute that has him knocking his hat back just enough to glance up where he's still bobbing around on Striker in the sea.
"Your captain in? 'Ve heard some rumors and I kinda need a house call? I can pay ya if 's what ya want."
@bluedtamara.bsky.social
You haven't really lived till you've taken a hearty nap in a bed of fresh fried rice. It's the waking up part that Ace would do without, grumbling and coughing softly as he blinks sleepily.
And makes eye contact with the person at the table next to his own.
"'S soft..."
