#cinerum

“Do you know any shanties?”

flaming-fist-ace || sabothedork || coup-de-butt || chuushin-gekai || cinerum || moreen-keeva || themostfreedom

“So, why exactly are you here?!” Sairen asked them with narrowed eyes. “You know, other than to annoy me?”

If it weren’t for the voice of a certain Firefist breaking the still evening air, Whitebeard would have easily drifted off to sleep. Drowsily opening his eyes and mumbling some incomprehensible gibberish beneath his breath he looked to his commander. A moment more and he seem to realize what was asked of him. Shifting in his seat, he sat up and mulled over his thoughts. “Aye, lad– lessee, just what yarn I ought to spin tonight?”

Culmination of years blossomed plentiful stories, and when asked on the spot he always had trouble picking just one. Finally, he managed to settle. Leaning forward even more as to bring his full attention to the fiery son.

“As you know, Roger was my greatest rival. We’d prattle on and on about the pettiest of things– and find excuses to throw punches over even more ignorant happenstances.” As much as Ace detested the Pirate King – or better yet his father – this was a story he was sure the boy would enjoy. “Back in my youth, we clashed. Neither of us ever faltering, often leaving behind our vessels and crew so they’d be well away from the devastation we caused. We fought on par and rarely did our conflicts result in victors. More than not a third party intervened, or business arose days into our little sessions.

“There was one time I believe to be our most foolish fight yet, and guess what it was over?” He paused only briefly, allowing barely any time for his son to get a single whimper in. “Shoelaces!” 

“That damned fool and I fought over a set of missing shoelaces!” Shoelaces to his favorite boots to be exact. “I was certain he’d taken em’, he always had this look in his eye– but when he’d thought he might have pulled one over yer’ head you can bet he had a glint of mischief. …Our crews were spose to meet and discuss territories. We were young and ignorant with our amount of power; wanted the world to be ours and ours alone. Figured we might try to be civil. About… hm, halfway through a very heated conversation we started drinkin’. One thing lead to another and boots came off and filled with grog.“ An odd game they played, certainly not for a weak stomach. Sometimes he and Roger did their best to outdo one another– even by the most grotesque means.