Ad Astra | Portgas Ace

Chapter 08: Starrise

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Marco and Thatch stood side by side, their eyes widening in a shared mixture of shock and amusement as they observed the extraordinary spectacle before them. Nine adorable foxes, each with a coat resembling the diamonds that adorned (Y/n)'s tails, darted playfully away from the shimmering appendages. In the distance, the Bronte Pirates, with their ambitious goal of conquering the land where (Y/n)'s castle stood, suddenly found themselves facing an unexpected furry army.

"That's unique-yoi," Marco commented, his voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of admiration. He couldn't help but marvel at the magical display unfolding before them.

Thatch, known for his easygoing nature, found himself nodding in agreement. "Never a dull moment with (Y/n), that's for sure." He chuckled, the sight of the mischievous foxes adding a touch of levity to the gravity of the situation.

As the foxes weaved through the grass, their playful energy transformed the impending conflict into a scene of whimsy. It was as if nature itself had decided to intervene, turning the tide with an unexpected alliance between mystical creatures and pirates.

But Thatch shook his head to refocus. "As entertaining as this is, we can't let those Bronte Pirates disrupt things around here. Let's round them up and ensure (Y/n)'s peace is preserved."

Marco, though still visibly amused, nodded in agreement. "Right. Let's deal with these unexpected guests and ensure our friend's realm remains undisturbed-yoi."

With that, the two commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates sprang into action, a blend of amusement and determination evident in their expressions. The playful antics of the foxes added a layer of charm to the unfolding events, turning what could have been a tense situation into a unique blend of magic, camaraderie, and pirate duty.

"Are you seriously just going to stand there and help out? You have sharp nails for a reason." Ace glared at (Y/n), his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. He couldn't help but notice a conjured spirit holding an elegant umbrella for her, creating a scene of unexpected tranquility amidst the brewing confrontation. (Y/n) herself was lounging with regal ease, sipping her tea as if she were enjoying a leisurely afternoon.

(Y/n) lifted an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her magenta eyes. "Oh, my dear Captain, I believe in letting my babies handle the physical work. I'm merely here to oversee the proceedings with style."

Ace punched a pirate with his fists engulfed in flames. "You can't just keep getting involved in these dangerous situations, (Y/n). It's not safe, and I can't bear the thought of something happening to you."

(Y/n)'s cup of tea vanished in thin air and cover her lower face with her elegant fan. "Oh, my fiery Captain, always so concerned. But where's the thrill if I don't add a touch of danger to our magical escapades?"

Ace sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "This is not a game, (Y/n). Lives are at stake, and I can't have you taking unnecessary risks."

(Y/n) smirked, her teasing tone cutting through the seriousness of the moment. "Well, my love, I can't promise to stay out of trouble. After all, it's the spice of our pirate-witch romance, isn't it?"

Ace clenched his jaw, struggling to find words that would convince (Y/n) to prioritize her safety. "I just don't want to see you hurt, okay? I care about you, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

(Y/n) stepped closer, her magenta aura flickering with a playful energy. "You worry too much, my love. This is my territory. I've got my magic, my babies, and a few tricks up my sleeve. What could possibly go wrong?"