A chill cut Marco to the bone. Well so much for being able to find old friends in this place. And Ace was dead. So it was still better to see him alive at all. Besides it was just like the wildfire Ace had been when he first joined. Full of unexpressed rage ready to lash out at everything and anything. "That's going to be impossible since we share about half the same classes," Marco reminded. It was closer to five but out of fourteen a year, it was still a lot.

And he wasn't completely the way Ace had been when he first joined, "Since when do you hate pirates?"