Ironically Ace woke up in a cold sweat, visions of your dead body haunted his dreams as he reached over and felt you lying there, breathing and living. He quickly kissed your forehead and got out of bed, he didn’t feel like sleeping anymore.

He went out to the deck of the Moby Dick, grabbing a bottle of booze and leaning against the railing to look at the glimmering stars. Bringing the bottle to his lips, trying to distract himself from the dull ache in his heart