If you’re still taking prompts, how about Ace’s first time (ever or not is up to you) coming into contact with SeaStone while with the Whitebeards in a not so friendly way. Or a safe way if that strikes your fancy. Either one sounds good to me. Of course no worries if it doesn’t strike any motivation or ideas at all ;’)

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Everything is spinning, has been since the Marines had slapped these handcuffs on his wrists. It makes is stomach roll and his head feel heavy, like he’s sick, but he’s not. It’s bad enough that he can’t even hope to try and get himself out of them.

“To think you were one of the strongest rookies and then you just vanished,” the Marine sneers. “Even more worthless now then you were before, kid.”

Ace wants to snap back, one of the witty lines that he’s used so many time before, but he doesn’t want to vomit. He’s been too dizzy to think of talking. It’s too dangerous and he has to keep his wits about him.

“And your crew’s been missing. Haven’t even spotted them coming to try and rescue you yet.”

“Says who?”

Ace blinks dazed at Jozu, one heavy hand landing on the Marine’s shoulder, his voice hard. “You’re going to give me the keys for this cell and those cuffs, or I’m going to slam you into the wall.”

“Commander?”

“You don’t look good,” that’s Marco, already at his side as the door opens up and kneeling down to grab Ace’s hands, frowning. “Sea stone. Ace, have you ever had anything to do with sea stone?”

“Sea stone?”

“Ace,” It’s hard to pay attention to Marco, even though he has that face where he looks ready to hurt someone. “Look at me. Have you ever felt like this before?”

“No,” Ace whines.

He can’t pay attention to what they are saying even though he can just barely understand it.

“We have to carry him.”

“I’m going to be punching our way out of here, even if he has those off you know how long it’ll take him to come back to himself. You’re better at keeping him steady, you’ve done this before.”

“You’re better equipped to carry him, I’m not over a foot or more taller than him.”

“And you can’t get us back to the Moby as fast as I can.”

Ace startles as he’s moved, face pressed into Marco’s neck, “I’m gonna carry you, alright? Don’t move too much, alright?”

“Don’t move,” Ace mutters slowly, because the world is more dizzying with his eyes close, but he also can’t see it all spinning.

“We’ll get you back to the Moby and get those cuffs off, just hold on a little longer Ace.”

Ace breaths in softly, feeling calmer than before, for all that he still has the cuffs on, it’s safe. Marco and Jozu will make sure that he gets back to the Moby Dick and out of these cuffs. Just like any of the commanders would do, if he listens to the soft conversation that Marco is carrying on with himself about how they won the fight to rescue him.