Ever since you joined Whitebeard’s crew- his second in command, Fire Fist Ace, clinged to you like glue, following you around like a lost puppy. You had stopped at an island for the week, and the sun was shining down on the small island town. The town was busy, and quite overcrowded, but, you had found, having Ace right behind you cleared most of your path. “Do you need me to carry your bags?” Ace asks, placing his head on your shoulder.