Today, was possibly the worst day of your life. It was a cloud overcast, a light sprinkle over the grass as it lightly fell from the clouds. Since there was a large path up to the main event, you walked up, avoiding the crowd and such of people to see them. Walking up, the tears biting at your eyes seemed to prick and threaten to fall, you lip quivering. Clenching your fists, you look up, and there was the two, large tombstones. One, of Ace, your best friend, and Whitebeard, your captain.