It would’ve been a sunny afternoon on East Blue, The Piece of Spadille had stopped at a small harbor town to gather supplies for the next month. While the crew was carrying crates to the upper deck, Ace noticed someone in the crow’s nest. He cocked a brow, someone slipping out on help?

So he climbed the ladder up, and leaned on the wall, his arms folded over one another as he smirked, shaking his head.

“You gonna come help us? Or sit here acting like you weren’t found out?”