I Believe I Am.

　　　　　❝ i believe i am. ❞

　the question stumped him for a moment. was he? law had mentioned something about rosinante being a central inspiration behind his crew’s name & jolly roger—a fact that, to be clear, had him over the moon after a solid decade convincing himself he didn’t leave enough of an impression to be worth remembering—so, did that make him one? in a roundabout way? sure. yes. by technicality, he supposed he was a heart.

ah, so this person also had no idea what he and rosinante was meant to be doing here. fantastic. okay, they met—mission accomplished. what exactly were they supposed to do now, and how long was rosinante meant to stay? seas, law, it wouldn’t have killed you to write down some basic instructions to be opened once he met who he was supposed to meet, would it?

the older man was so preoccupied with these runaway thoughts he neglected to mind where he stepped. fatal mistake. stepping out of the boat, his bad foot snagged the underside of the gunwale and he went down, only able to brace himself with one hand while his other clung tight to the mooring line.

it didn't seem to phase him, though. at least not outwardly. just another sunday. nothing to see here. fell? huh? what are you talking about? he bounded to his feet surprisingly fast, a slight breathiness in his voice that could be attributed to either the pain of the fall, or the relief of narrowly avoiding stumbling into the water, a devil fruit user's biggest nightmare.

❝ i’m... not sure what my business is. i was just asked to meet somebody—you... i’m assuming? since you know the name of law’s crew. ❞

SINCE  THE  VERY  DAY  ace  was  put  under  the  surgeon's  care  he  did  not  ask  any  questions.  he's  put  his  life,  heart  into  the  tattooed,  cold  hands  of  a  doctor  trying  every  day  to  bring  back  a  beating  into  his  heart.  as  the  final  day  came  and  many  things  unfolded  during  the  war,  the  fire  fist  needed  his  time  to  come  in  terms  to  many  damage  that  was  done.  within  the  mere  safety  provided  by  the  island  and  a  hiding  spot  for  ace  and  the  heart's  crew  he  had  time  to  recover,  sit  back  and  take  his  time  day  by  day  to  get  back  in  shape.

this  time  it  was  different,  surprising  to  know  that  anyone  else  would  come  across  their  little  heaven  where  none  of  the  marines  could  sniff  them  out.  but  if  law  really  did  trust  this  person,  ace  followed  his  words  blindly.  loyal,  to  his  doctor.  there  was  a  specific  time,  date  where  he  was  supposed  to  sit  on  the  beach  and  look  out  for  a  ship  to  dock  ashore.  he  had  no  idea  who  it  might  be,  but  this  did  not  mean  he  could  drop  his  guard  down  in  any  case.  he  wasn't  ready  to  fight  anyone  yet,  much  less  if  this  was  just  an  unfortunate  trap  set  for  law.  oh  how  much  ace  hoped  his  throughts  were  wrong.

as  soon  as  the  ship  arrived  at  the  horizon  of  the  sea,  and  reflected  within  the  brown  irises,  the  jumped  off  a  nearby  rock.  guessing  it  was  the  one  he  was  supposed  to  wait  for.  after  all,  none  of  the  ships  ever  would  come  across  this  specific  place  of  the  island.  they  all  aimed  their  destination  towards  the  main  town,  where  pirates  were  unwelcomed.  as  soon  as  he  notieced  the  man's  tall  figure,  he  approached.  the  brim  of  his  hat  hanging  low  over  his  gaze.  ❝  state  your  business,  man.  yer  the  one  of  the  hearts  ?  ❞  his  voice  fell  deep,  raspy.  visibly  cautious  about  approaching  without  no  more  knowledge  than  what  law  provided  him.

hi dad

hello, daughter! he's always wanted to be a girl dad.

@ikkaku-of-heart asked: "Have you been to the doctor?" / [miscellaneous angst starters.]

❝ is that your polite way of asking if i'm clumsy because i might have brain damage? ❞

　rosinante's tone was dry, but he wasn't offended if that's really what she was getting at. he had heard worse but, honestly, he couldn't blame anybody for thinking that. his clumsiness was a sight; it almost seemed to defy the laws of physics sometimes.

there's no way a man should be thrown that off-balance by a simple friendly shove, yet somehow could participate in combat exercises with the crew just fine. there's no way a man should be that bad with stairs, yet could somehow scale his way up a wall by just upper body strength & the friction of his books. there's no way their captainーa man that was calm & moody but undeniably cool in his appearance and demeanorーwould think so highly of this over-zealous, sunny idiot.

it didn't make sense. he didn't make sense.

　❝ well, if i didn't before all this, i must have some by now. but it's not so much my brain as it is my body, if that makes sense. ❞

is ace child ...

ace is child! he is goofier than law, and he is so excited.

uta is sorry she isn't law but she's small and cute

he will accept that she doesn't like law right now, but this is gonna have to change. guess it's time for the 'get along' shirt.

So sad... Nobody wants him... Nobody loves him... He is the last puppy at the pound...

Kid might be Corazon's biggest challenge yet, he's a wild one.

he can be wild on his little cottage farm! law has tried to murder rosinante multiple times so i feel like he wouldn’t be deterred especially if he’s law’s buddy.

i’m cracking up at the idea of kid specifically leaving the “helps him when he’s injured” bingo blank like “fuck u not my problem get better legs”