"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."
Jean's eyebrows raise, confused until Ace called out.
"... Portgas D. Ace?!" Jeans eyes are wide. He looks down with both hands holding the rails on either side of him.
"I was at Marinford with the rest. How--"
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"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."
It wasn't long before someone came to the door from the observation room.
The door swings open, a massive man by the name of Jean Bart charges out to "greet" Ace.
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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.
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