You were Ace’s older sister by 5 years. Unlike him, you knew your parents and kept your father’s last name. You loved him dearly, he was your baby brother after all. You haven’t seen him in a year or two, well, more like three since you two had went on different paths in life.

The Whitebeard Pirates had stopped at an island to restock on supplies and decided to have their own party at night by the woods. They all sat around a fire, laughing and drinking together. Ace was especially enjoying himself.