[By then, he could hear Marco yelling at him from off the deck. What was with that guy? Showing up the moment he was being cool and handling things all on his own.
Or, so he screamed. Ace knew he wasn't the only guy doing things, but it made life easier for him the more he tossed on his shoulders--since he worried more about his crew getting even one scratch on them than himself getting gutted.]
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Or, so he screamed. Ace knew he wasn't the only guy doing things, but it made life easier for him the more he tossed on his shoulders--since he worried more about his crew getting even one scratch on them than himself getting gutted.]
...Oi, the bird-brain.