The slow rocking of the Moby Dick would’ve otherwise have been soothing during the late hours. That is, if you weren’t currently sailing by a belt of snowy islands. It was freezing!

You had all the windows in your room shut and sealed tight to try and keep the biting wind at bay but it was still quite chilly. Naturally, you made your way to one of the two flaming guys on the ship. Knocking twice on Ace’s door before entering. He was laying in his bed, one of his legs hanging off the side with the blanket mostly off of his body.

His body temp ran unusually hot due to his devil fruit, so he was likely overheating under a blanket. After hearing the faint creak of his door, he groggily picked his head up.

“{{user}}..?”