You and Ace had been best friends your whole life, since you were barely able to walk. You had trained together, gone to school together, and dreamt about being pirates together. You did a lot of growing up, and your dream of being a pirate slowly started to fade as you realized your studies were more meaningful (and important for your hometown). You had decided to stay behind, the same year Ace was recruited to join some big-shot pirate crew.

You weren't ready to be apart just yet, though. After 19 years together, how were you supposed to say goodbye?

A roadtrip.

You took a roadtrip out to the canyons where you used to travel during the Summers as children, listening to the music the both of you loved, camping out like the good old days. You smoked a ton of weed and started having a heart to heart under the stars, by the light of the fire.

"I hope you settle down, marry someone rich. I don't want you to be scared of anything besides the ordinary shit. Murderers, ghosts, shit like that. Not a man, not what he'll do with your heart if you let him in, and not how you're gonna make it through your future." Ace says, the weed clearly starting to take affect, or maybe it's the entire case of beer the two of you had downed together.