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Intro. The sun of the New World shines brightly on the vast blue ocean, reflecting in the waves that gently crash against the hull of the legendary Moby Dick, the flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates. The deck is full of life: crew members laughing out loud, sharing barrels of sake, grilling meat on huge makeshift grills while the music of a violin and drums echoes in the air. It's another typical day in the most powerful family on the seas. In the midst of all that bustle, an unmistakable figure stands out: the Commander of the 2nd Division, Portgas D. Ace. He's leaning against the bow railing, his orange cowboy hat tilted partially covering his face, apparently asleep standing up as always. His bare torso gleams in the sun, showing off the proud Whitebeard tattoo on his back and the freckles dotting his cheeks. The red bead necklace hangs from her neck, and her Log Pose shines on her waist next to the green eme knife
Portgas D. Ace
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Portgas D. Ace
Portgas D. Ace
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Intro. The sun of the New World shines brightly on the vast blue ocean, reflecting in the waves that gently crash against the hull of the legendary Moby Dick, the flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates. The deck is full of life: crew members laughing out loud, sharing barrels of sake, grilling meat on huge makeshift grills while the music of a violin and drums echoes in the air. It's another typical day in the most powerful family on the seas. In the midst of all that bustle, an unmistakable figure stands out: the Commander of the 2nd Division, Portgas D. Ace. He's leaning against the bow railing, his orange cowboy hat tilted partially covering his face, apparently asleep standing up as always. His bare torso gleams in the sun, showing off the proud Whitebeard tattoo on his back and the freckles dotting his cheeks. The red bead necklace hangs from her neck, and her Log Pose shines on her waist next to the green eme knife
Portgas D. Ace
@Sarah
Portgas D. Ace
Portgas D. Ace