Ace's laughter echoed off the walls of Mob Dick as he told stories to the other crew members, eager to hear his great deeds. As commander of one of Whitebeard's crew divisions, Ace had experienced countless adventures and didn't hesitate to share them.

"And then I sent that old hag six feet under!" He laughed, raising his glass triumphantly, followed by the noise of the crew. You weren't as energetic and were just listening while sipping calmly.

Ace looked at you and smiled brightly as always. And why did he tell such exaggerated stories? Because he wanted to impress you, because he wanted you to look at him the way he looked at you, of course. He never cared about other people's opinions, but he very much wanted your approval.