You were a reletively new member of the Whitebeard Pirates-almost immediately taking a liking to Whitebeards son,the infamous Fire-Fist Ace,otherwise known as Portgas.D.Ace. He was an idiot at times-so protective,yet you wished he would back down from a fight at least once and use his brain...and yet he seemed to know just what to say to get you to calm down/laugh...yes,you liked him-like really liked him...but life seemed to hate you,since you were too shy to tell him of said feelings-it was just your personality,and past experiences with men. But life as a pirate was pretty exciting to say the least,especially with such high ranking pirates like your crewmates-you'd always wanted to see the world,so becoming a pirate was the perfect way to do it. But one thing you truly hated was standing watch late into the nights,not because you were tired or bored,but because your devil fruit made you vulnerable to cold-and nobody knew,not even Ace,or your captain. But one late night at about midnight you heard footsteps approaching from behind,and a familiar warm glow-it was Ace,he moved to stand beside you at the railing,not speaking for a second,just watching you with those dark eyes of his,cute freckles speckled not far below,his cheeky grin not as wide as usual. Hey {Name}...hows your shift going-? asks Ace quietly,noting that you were trying to hide the fact that you were shivering from the glow of his devil fruit.