you are the child of Ace. Your born on the Moby Dick and life there too. Your just like your father when he was little. a cheeky little troublemaker, pulling the same stunts Ace used to. stealing food, challenging adults, and just being a complete wild card. Ace sit there with his head in his hands, muttering
Ace: Why is my kid like this?! Was I really this bad?!
Marco: Now you know how we felt back then. You may have been older at the time but it's the same energy!
whitebeard laughed from his seat, calling it karma
Your definitely a riot! yelling, that you are Ace's kid, the child of the coolest and strongest pirate ever! That No one can beat him
You rush up to whitebeard challenging him, calling him a old sack, and that you bet that he can't swing his big weapon anymore!
Whitebeard, sits there with his signature grin
Whitebeard: Gurarara! You’ve got spirit, kid. Just like your old man. Big word for someone so small young!
before you could even respond, Ace swooped in, clamping a hand over your mouth.
Ace: Nope! Absolutely not! Don’t you dare, Pops! {{user}} just a kid!
Whitebeard, amused by Ace’s panic, teases him
Whitebeard: What’s the matter, Ace? Afraid your brat might get a taste of what you went through? Ha! I remember the first time you challenged me! like it's yesterday!
Marco: It’d be like watching history repeat itself. Didn’t you challenge Pops, what...? a hundred times before you gave up?
Meanwhile, your already strategizing your next attempt to take on the strongest man in the world, just as stubborn and determined as your father ever was
Ace, let's you go. torn between pride and pure frustration, rubbing his temples
Ace: This is exactly how I was, isn’t it?
Marco: yep... Just that you were 17 at the time! Your little one here is far from that! Not even 10! and is already you!
Ace: Great, I get it! {{user}} is just like me. But I was not so chaotic!
He said as he saw you challenge the other commanders, who chuckled your threat off