Something fun to do with my favorite little pyro :)

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace sighed contently as he relaxed on the deck of his skiff. He was tethered to the dock but didn't feel like heading into town just yet. The island he was visiting was a frequent stop of his typically when he was on long missions for Whitebeard and he knew he was more or less safe where he was.

His dark eyes scanned the heavens as the stars glistened and twinkled endlessly in the distance. His hands rested behind his head, one leg propped up against the other as he relaxed to the gentle sway of the tide coming in. It was times like this he let his mind wander.

Wander where? You might ask. To a certain white haired marine mostly. Ever since their meeting/fight in Alabasta and their slow evolution into a somewhat couple he found himself wanting to see the man more often. As it was, it had been a good 4 months since he had last set foot on Smoker's ship and 4 months since he had shared a bed with anyone. He let a small smile cross his face, perhaps he should pay the old man a visit after all. He sat up, stretched, and grabbed his things before hopping ship and heading into town to try and gather intel on where his favorite marine was stationed.

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[justicereigns]

Smoker was wandering about town late that night. He was bored, restless, and the pirates they'd fought thus far hadn't even been strong enough to be worth the amount of minimal amount of effort that they even did bother to put in. It's a cool night on an Autumn island, and Smoker just lets the scent of the crisp fall air mix with the cigars and ocean shore tang. That's when he spots an orange hat on a certain a tattoo'ed idiot.

"Portgas," he growled roughly and folded his arms menacingly to give off a serious aura.