Rain

Ace woke up and pulled back his quilt with a look of confusion on his face.

He opened the wooden door of this room, and found himself on a boat, the sun shone in, and white clouds floated in the blue sky outside the door.Another fine day.

His feet were soft, and he sat down against the edge of the boat, holding his head in his hands.

"Are you awake?" An uncle with an orange bun came over and greeted him friendly, "I'm the captain of the 4th division, Sachi." Regardless of Ace's puzzled look, he sat down casually. On the side of the boat, the tone was easy-going: "If you want to be a companion, you must get along well."

"Stop talking!" Ace yelled, his face full of humiliated anger.

"What are you doing?" Saqi was not angry, but there was a bit of a smile in his tone, "Did you just wake up in a bad mood?"

Ace held his head and didn't speak.

"By the way, let me tell you what happened after you passed out." He looked at Ace kindly and explained kindly, "Your companion came to snatch you back and was defeated by us."

Ace's shoulders twitched, and Sach saw him with sharp eyes, and added thoughtfully: "It's nothing, they're all dead, they got on this boat."

Ace's eyes were gloomy, and he looked up at Sach with a stern expression.

"Ah, by the way." Sach leisurely pointed his thumb in the direction of the corner, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes, and his voice rose slightly, "That lady has been waiting for you outside."

"Rain!" Ace's pupils dilated, he immediately reacted and stood up, and hurried over regardless of his injury.

Sitting with my back against the wooden wall, I turned my head and saw Ace walking quickly around the corner.Although there are no bandages on his body, no bandages on his face, and his complexion is a bit weak, he is generally not bad.

The recovery ability of the natural department is strong, so strong that it is enviable.Or is it that idiots have good recovery abilities?

Seeing him well, the boulder in my heart was finally let go.Looking at the face with a bad complexion that seemed a little nervous, he obviously had a thousand words to say, but he couldn't find the right words to describe his mood at the moment.

I put down the orange cowboy hat that was originally held on my chest and hung it to my side. This time I was shocked to find that my arms had become numb from holding a fixed position for a long time.

I couldn't even squeeze out a false smile, and pressed his cowboy hat to his chest with great force, watching him take it with some doubts, raised my right hand, and gave him a slap fist.

The action of force is mutual.As much pain as his face bears, my hand hurts as much.

He didn't dodge, and took my blow without complaint.I could feel his gaze resting on my face, without the slightest anger, but I didn't look up to meet his gaze, turned and walked away.

He didn't stop me, he just stood there, neither advancing nor retreating.

I'm back on our ship, the ship of the Spades Pirates.Now it is parked side by side with Whitebeard's fleet, the sails are still fluttering, but there is no captain.

I looked up at the pattern of flames burning wantonly on the sail, and suddenly felt a pain in my chest.Is this the end?The Spades Pirates, our laughter, our adventures, our promise to reach the end of the great channel together...

"Rain, have you seen the captain?" Eric jumped off the railing where he was sitting, and landed lightly in front of me.He looked at me with a bright smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, it was a bit dark.

"I see, he's fine." I said lightly, with a smile on my face.

Shan next to him has sharp eyes, expressionless face, and a low voice: "Is that so..."

"I punched him hard." I proudly raised my right hand, and when I clenched my fist, I could see that there were faint bruises on the back of my hand, which proved my strength at that time.

Wally squinted his eyes for a moment, evoked a gloomy smile, and snorted in satisfaction: "Good job."

"If you didn't fight..." Himmler smiled, but there was no warmth in his violet eyes, they were full of gloom, "I will manipulate him to jump into the sea by himself!"

"Don't hit me like this next time." Ren came over, looked at my fist and shook his head, adjusted my gesture slightly, with a flash of sternness on his face, "It will be more effective." What an expert ah.

"Okay." I nodded in agreement, and used this gesture to air strike a few times.

"Do you remember?" Ren said blankly, "Forgot to come to me anytime." "Remember." I clenched my hands into fists again and showed him.He glanced at me with satisfaction, and emphasized: "Call me anytime, you're welcome."

We are not angry that he brought us to this situation, but that he does not want us to fight with him.

The Spades Pirates have no one who is greedy for life and afraid of death.And Ace, who founded the Spades Pirates, is the reason we all gather here.If we lose our captain, the Spades Pirates are no more.

A few days later, the boat doctor saw me back on the boat, all wet, and curled his lips, not surprised: "Ace fell into the water again?" Wet the deck, step by step, walked into the cabin expressionlessly, "I'm going to change clothes."

As if going crazy, Ace stubbornly continued to assassinate Whitebeard, time and time again.We have never seen such a persistent side of him, and we have no way of knowing what he is trying to prove with this.Maybe it has something to do with his dream.Of course, Ace never succeeded. He was always easily spotted by Whitebeard, hit hard, and fell heavily on the deck or directly into the sea.

I don't know what's wrong with me, every time I see Ace fall into the sea, I realize that I have jumped into the sea too, and I want to pick him up with good water skills.

Just like this time.

Just don't want him to die.

I tell myself so.

I expertly dived into the deep blue sea, picked up Ace, and brought him out of the water.And Ace coughed out a few mouthfuls of seawater, opened his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse due to the drowning just now, but his black eyes were surprisingly bright: "Rain."

I pursed my lips and didn't answer, just took him to swim to the side of the boat, then lifted him out of the sea, let others drag him onto the deck, the movements were familiar.Immediately afterwards, I was also held by the Whitebeard Pirates and pulled onto the ship, and jumped onto the deck neatly.

When I stepped on the slightly shaking deck, I was in a trance for a moment.This step seems to have been repeated many times, more than I can count.Thirty times?Forty times?fifty times?or more.

Looking at Ace sitting on the deck, I blurted out in a calm voice, "Are you annoying?"

The words have been spoken and cannot be taken back.Ace looked up at me, there was surprise in those beautiful black pupils, his lips were white from being soaked in the cold sea water, and they were tightly pressed.

At that time, I was completely soaked, and the salty sea water kept slipping from my face and hair, and dripped onto the solid wood deck, but I didn't realize it.He just looked straight into his eyes and repeated it slowly, word by word: "Are you annoying?"

Without waiting for his answer, I turned around and walked towards the ship of the Spades Pirates, with my head raised.

I don't know, at this moment my expression is almost crying.

Ace just watched me leave in silence, didn't speak, didn't stop me.

After changing my clothes, I came to the white beard who was sitting and drinking and bowed deeply, with a sincere tone: "I'm sorry, our stupid captain has caused you trouble again."

I can't deny the bearing of this man with white beard.He was able to spare this little ghost who assassinated him day and night without a care, indulge him in mischief, and even invite this little ghost he admired to join his pirate group.There are only a few people in the world who can possess this kind of generosity and generosity.At least I don't think I can.

I admire this heroic man.

Holding the flagon, Whitebeard laughed out loud: "The polite little girl is much better than that stubborn and stupid brat."

"Thank you for the compliment." I stood up straight, only reaching the knees where Whitebeard was sitting, and looked up at the pair of golden pupils, "Ace has been taken care of by you."

Whitebeard took another sip of wine and looked at me with great interest, "Little girl: I jumped into the sea to catch that brat before I saw you, the water is good."

Whitebeard is a very cheerful person, and he would occasionally talk to me after that.

Once he looked at me and said casually: "Girl, I can't take you as my daughter."

I don't care, I'm just a little surprised why he brings up this topic.He must have seen the doubt in my eyes, because he laughed: "Girl, at least not for now."

After another failed assassination, Ace put his arms around his knees and asked Marcus muffledly, "You guys, why do you call him Dad?"

The author has something to say:

I said, nonsense, do you want to call me mom?

Don't worry, there will be at least five more chapters in a row.