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[hiken]

Who: The Spade Pirates
Where: Nuevo Empieza, an unnamed Military Base
When: 11/29 - 12/1
What: The Spade Pirates fall into a trap
Warnings: V for Violence, R for possible gore
Style: Action!
Status: Closed to Spade Pirates and anyone on Nuevo Empieza

The comments below are going to represent focal points during this plot!

Comments

[fierybluebird]

THE WATER GIVES IT BUOYANCY YOU FREAKING ASHEN HEADED MORON! How do you think it floats?! I swear yo--

Oi... Ace! [Because alsdkjalsdkjasdlkj God damn it Ace nope. Marco rushes forward to catch Ace and pick him up.] You're going to be the death of me yet kid. [Time to find Ace bandages, meat, and a good place to rest in that order.]

[hiken]

I'm not... [Ace's eyes went blank a moment. It wasn't often that he fainted mid-speech. It seemed it was an appropriate price for hubris and for forcing him to do more and more.

Still, he kept thinking--the more he shouldered, the less the rest of them would have to do. Would Marco have been that insane? No--he wasn't supposed to be that crazy.]

...I'm not done yet. [Ace propped one hand on his knee and in a sickening surge of pain, he straightened himself.] Not until we're out of this.

[fierybluebird]

[Throws Ace over his shoulder.]

You're done. You're the most like Pops of everyone I've ever met, but you have a long way to go sometimes.

And the first thing you need to learn is to stop trying to do everything yourself. Nakama rely on each other. Stop leaving us in the dust, Freckle brat. We need you.

[He carefully kicks the ship into the water and double checks a headcount on the crew before switching a little to hybrid to hop up onto the deck.] You still want to do your job? Then do your job, not everyone else's. And you can do it from where you are.

[hiken]

Let me go! [Ace kicked, but every movement had been pain--raw, stabbing pain in his joints and muscles. It took everything he had to not cry out and leave definitive proof of how much he'd gone through. Two straight days of moving and fighting after being weakened to the core. Ace's body wanted him to quite more than anything.]

Urgh... [When he felt it was no good, Ace bit down on Marco's arm.]

...Tieph me'th toth the helmth.

[fierybluebird]

No.

Trust me to handle that, eh. [Okay do not trust Marco with helms, but he will get someone else to.]

[hiken]

Just tie me to it! You'll steer us into an iceberg and there aren't even any nearby here!

[He certainly could still yell.]

[fierybluebird]

Hey! Fuck you! I can steer fine! [No he can't!] And if you're that worried about it I'll get someone else. Who's our helmsman?

[As explosions rocket in the background.]

[hiken]

...Ahhh, I dunno. I've never asked who steers the ship.

[Suddenly, the danger of sailing with Ace and Marco became startlingly clear.]

[fierybluebird]

Well, surely someone does it when you get all narcoleptic.

[hiken]

Hey, I tell them what needs to be told! Which direction we gotta go in!

...Though, I think we're done with South for awhile.

[fierybluebird]

Aye, fuck the south. Fine, I'll steer.

[THEY ARE ALL DOOMED.]

[Luckily Marco just turns around backwards so that Ace can hold the helm into the position they need.]