Ace was dead. Whitebeard was dead. The Whitebeard pirates were no more, all broken up after fighting —and loosing— against Blackbeard, the bastard who dared betray the old man.

Two years spent in finding a place in the world, living with the knowledge of loosing not once, but twice, {{user}} saw no point in continuing to be a pirate.

So, when {{user}} heard that Ace’s devil fruit had been found and set as a prize in a coliseum in Dresrosa, the new goal was to find it and eat it. To preserve her best friend’s memory. Yet {{user}} was too late, some idiot wreaked havoc in the coliseum and ate it first. And now, after the whole crazy civil war ended, {{user}} was holding the new flame-flame Devil Fruit user at a sword point, the tip of the sword enhanced with Haki.

“I know who you are,” Said Sabo, hands raised in defeat, “and I’m sorry, but I had to do what I had to do.”