I have a problem, everyone. I CANNOT write short stories anymore! I strive for 15,000 words and end up with 150,000 words! Anyways, I've done angels, mermaids, ghosts, dragons, werewolves, vampires, and zombies. It was only a matter of time before I go to aliens. But, not like stereotypical aliens. There is a lot of exposition and exploration about Ace and his world. It's Marco/Ace but that's not the only focus. The second 2/3s of the story are heavy Ace and Marco, but still not all there is. Anyways, hope you enjoy this. I've never written a story like this one. The chapters I think will be longer. And Luffy and Sabo are not in this story for reasons that will be explained later.

Possible OOC Ace, but his best qualities are played up to the max. Such a sweetie.

Enjoy~

Ace couldn't even scream as he fell from the sky, tumbling down and down and down from the atmosphere, burning painfully and having the wind hurt his entire body. He fell lower and lower, looking down while he tumbled, feeling nauseous and ill. He felt like he was going to throw up, but he didn't. The sky was brightening around him, and pretty blue color unlike the yellow of his world. His world that was gone now.

He looked down and saw what he assumed was the ocean on this planet. It was vast, and Ace was extremely lucky that there was land beneath him or he'd drown. That is, if he survived the impact. His body was incredibly durable, but this might be too much. It was a miracle he hadn't suffocated.

Tumbling down, doing flips and twists with no control, he finally reached the ground, slamming into a tree and breaking it apart and he hit the ground, splinters in his body from the broken tree. He felt blood coming from his arm, and looked to see it was broken badly, despite how durable his body was. It was alarming and scary, but thankfully seemed to be the only very bad injury.

He had pieces of wood embedded into his back, but they weren't too deep. His shirt was torn to bits, and his shorts were full of holes. His shoes were gone, having fallen off long ago. He did his best to stand, dark blue blood coming from the broken bits of blue skin. He didn't know where he was, or if the planet was populated, but this place did seem to have food and fresh water, which was all he could ask for at the moment. Would he be able to eat the food? He didn't know.

When he got to his feet, he fell over, landing hard on the ground, and wondering what would happen next. If there was any civilization on this island, or if he was all alone. Or if there was any life at all on the planet. He didn't remember seeing any sort of homes here. At least, not where he was looking.

Everything had been blurry and confusing, so he may have missed seeing any living places. He finally fell unconscious, head turned slightly to the side as he breathed deeply, shuddering from the impact that he'd somehow survived. Anyone else would have died probably. He was lucky. Beyond lucky, and he hoped the luck wouldn't run out.

He didn't wake to the sound of running feet coming his way, staying completely still and asleep, bleeding from his arm wound and the wood in his back. Blue blood dripped down his arm over the white spots that decorated much of his skin, on his cheeks, shoulders and rest of his body.

-x-

Thatch watched the sky from his spot on the beach, watching the clouds. His attention was brought to one of the biggest clouds when a dark spot appeared and started falling out of the sky. He wondered if it was an asteroid or meteor, and hoped it wouldn't do any damage to the ship, even if it wasn't directly over it.

He watched as it tumbled closer and closer to the ground before seeing that it wasn't a rock of some sort, but something that looked like a human body. He knew that was ridiculous, but he couldn't stop watching. It felt like forever before he could make out that it was a human body. He jumped up, eyes wide in shock and awe, before he started running in the direction the person was going to land.

They'd probably be a splatter on the ground, but he had to see. He ran down the beach where he was alone, as no one else wanted to go to the beach on a stormy day. He ran through the sand and finally heard the slam of the person hitting the ground, with the crack of wood splintering and then something heavy hitting the ground.

He ran around the bend of a large tree and saw the shadow of the person who had fallen, standing up. This person just fell from the sky but was alive and standing! But then, the shadow collapsed along with the person and Thatch finally reached him, only to have his eyes widen more than they'd ever before.

He stared at the blue human with white spots dotting his body. He slowly walked closer to it, or him, and crouched before him. His clothes were ruined, and Thatch could see white specks on his chest through the holes in his shirt.

The person had a human looking face, and Thatch was almost afraid to touch it, sure it wasn't human since it had fallen from the sky and had blue blood dripping from its body. He reached for its eyelid and pushed it up to see bright yellow eyes with specks of gold in them. They were very pretty, and he didn't wake up.

Thatch was sure it was an alien, and beamed at the new discovery. "Man, you really hurt your arm," he said, looking at the broken bone. He took a chance and gently lifted the alien up to see splinters of wood embedded in his back. "That looks like it hurts," the chef said quieter. He adjusted the alien so his arms didn't hurt the wood in his back and carried him back to the ship. Haruta was gonna be so amazed.

He carried the poor guy back to the ship and ran into Marco before he reached the ship. "Marco, look, look! I found an alien! He fell from the sky!" Thatch shouted to his brother and fellow commander. Marco looked up from his book and then dropped it onto the ground, his mouth wide open in shock. "Isn't it cool?!"

Marco stood up and hurried over to Thatch and his discovery. He looked down at the very humanoid alien, and was sure it wasn't just a human who'd eaten a strange devil fruit. "Look at its eyes," Thatch said with a grin. Marco made eye contact before lifting one of the eyelids up and seeing the yellow irises. "He's hurt pretty bad, so I want us to treat him."

The phoenix wasn't sure about this. They had no idea what the alien was like, he might try to kill them all. He looked young, but that didn't mean anything. He could be hundreds of years old. But, his curiosity overruled his caution, and he walked with Thatch and the injured alien, looking at him every few seconds.

When they reached the ship, everyone quieted when they saw what Thatch was carrying. "I found an alien, everyone!" he cheered. A normal group of people might be scared, but most of the pirates that were in that area were amazed, and walked up to it, crowding around Thatch. It hadn't stirred even once, still unconscious. But, it was breathing, so it wasn't dead. Thankfully.

"I gotta take him to the infirmary, move," Thatch said as he waded through the crowd. Pops wasn't on the ship at the moment, so he didn't know about the alien Thatch had brought along. He couldn't wait for it to wake up, but it probably wouldn't understand what anyone was saying. Oh he was so excited!

The inside of the ship was much less crowded and quieter. Marco and now Haruta were following along, Haruta wanting to get more close up and look at the alien longer. "And he fell from the sky?" he asked in amazement. "And he only has a broken arm and some scratches?"

"Yup! Isn't it cool?" Thatch gushed as they entered the infirmary and he set the alien down on its stomach since it had wood stuck in his back. Marco and Haruta both winced when they saw that.

"Man, that's gotta hurt," Haruta said quietly. Marco went to grab a nurse to come and check him out. Thatch and Haruta were crouched by the bed and looking at the aliens face. "He's kinda cute. I like the freckles."

Thatch beamed. "I was thinking that, too! I wonder how old he is, or what his name is, or where he came from?" he said with bright eyes.

Marco brought out Whiskey, who dropped the book she was carrying when she saw what was on his hospital bed. "Whiskey, you gotta treat the alien," Haruta said with a smile, so excited! They could sense people crowding outside the infirmary doors, looking through the windows to try and see the alien again.

Whiskey didn't say anything, and got to work, cutting the ruined shirt off and handing it to Marco, who took it to the garbage. She got to work removing each splinter with tweezers, Marco shining the flashlight on his back to help her see better. Dots of blood were everywhere from the small splinters, and big puddles of it from the large pieces that had been embedded into his back.

Tami was working on his arm while Whiskey did his back. Tami put the bone back in place, stitched the exit wound up, and was making him a cast, hoping it wouldn't wake up while doing this and freak out. They were both nervous about it, not excited like their brothers were. Marco was there, and that was reassuring, since he was strong and would be able to protect them if the alien lashed out.

After the cast was in place, and his back was bandaged and disinfected, the nurses hurried out of the room and back to their offices, truly worried about this whole thing. Thatch watched the alien breathe slowly, laying on its stomach. "He looks really human other than his skin and eyes," he commented to his two brothers. Haruta nodded in agreement.

"I wonder if he'll be able to understand us," the smallest commander asked curiously. Marco could tell those outside had dispersed, no longer trying to look through the windows. "I really wonder where he came from. How did he end up in the sky?"

Marco said, "Maybe he was out in space and somehow fell into the atmosphere, though he shouldn't be alive if that happened. Not just from the changing pressure, but no oxygen and the burning of entering the atmosphere from space. Plus, the fall should have turned him into a pancake."

Thatch looked away from the alien's face, and said, "Well, for a human. He's not a human." Marco replied that that was a good point. They waited for another fifteen minutes before the captain arrived and entered the infirmary quietly, eyes going straight to the blue and bandaged person lying unconscious on the bed.

He looked at the creature for a while before speaking, which was what his sons were waiting for. "So, Thatch, tell me what happened," the captain said in an even voice. He didn't know what to expect of the alien. He looked small and young, but that was inconsequential at the moment. But, he was truly glad he got to see something new. He hadn't seen anything new in decades, being so old and such a seasoned pirate.

"So, he fell out of the sky! And he landed in a tree that stabbed a bunch of splinters in his back. His arm was really badly broken, so the nurses fixed him up. He hasn't woken up yet. He wasn't even screaming when he fell out of the sky!" Thatch gushed, eyes sparkling. Whitebeard couldn't help but chuckle at his immature son. He sure was excited.

Haruta was nodding along, also extremely interested and wishing he would wake up. "What should we do with him after he wakes up?" Marco asked the captain. Whitebeard thought for a moment.

"I guess it depends on what he's like. Looks like a male to me, but I could be wrong," Whitebeard replied. "If he's violent then he can leave. I am interested in his story, though. Though I wonder if he'll be able to understand us or speak. He's kinda cute." The captain did not say "cute" often, but the other three had already thought of that, too. "Looks like those white dots are freckles."

Marco nodded. "Yeah, I was thinking that, too. He looks very humanoid. I wonder how his body functions. If he has a similar system to humans since he looks like us on the outside, besides the skin and eyes." Marco couldn't help but start looking forward to him waking up. They'd seemed to agree that it looked like a he, and saying "it" wasn't very respectful. If they were wrong about his gender, then they'd just say something else. If there was a gender with him. This would be interesting, no doubt.

-x-

Ace slowly opened his yellow eyes, his arm feeling heavy and back sore. He was on something soft and squishy, probably a bed. This made his eyes open wider and take in his surroundings. He was in a room with what looked like rudimentary equipment, clearly some sort of hospital. He noticed the four creatures standing near the bed, looking at him in interest.

He looked at his arm, and saw some sort of sleeve on it. Maybe to fix his broken arm. It appeared these aliens didn't have the kind of technology that his world had. He also felt a wrapping around his torso to take care of the other wounds.

The sayla sat up, using his good arm to push himself into a sitting position, and put his hand on his head, feeling dizzy. "Are you alright?" the one with yellow hair asked. These people had a pinkish-cream skin color, much unlike Ace's bright blue. He could understand what the aliens were saying due to the chip in his head that processed other languages and let him speak those as well.

Everyone in his solar system had one implanted in their heads to communicate with other species when they visited their planets. Some traveled through space while others had to use crafts. Ace was able to live in space by his body shutting down and not needing the breathe. He prefered being on a planet than in space. It was lonely in space. That's how he ended up falling into this planet. It was pure accident. He would be unable to get back to space with nothing to lift him up high enough to get out of the atmosphere.

"I'm okay. Thanks for treating my wounds," Ace replied calmly, looking at his arm covering. The others looked surprised that Ace could understand and speak their language.

The one with a huge haircut had stars in his eyes. "How can you speak our language?" he asked in awe. Ace could tell this planet was underdeveloped if they didn't know about the chips. Would they even understand if he explained it? Well, he'd try to keep it simple.

"The chip in my head," he said, pointing to the right side of his head where the chip was inserted. The people looked confused, and Ace now knew they didn't know what that was. "It's something inserted into your head that helps you understand and speak other languages," the sayla explained.

"Wow! We don't have anything that cool, here. My name is Thatch, this is Marco, Haurta and Whitebeard," Thatch explained. "What's your name? How did you get here? Where are you from? What are you? How old are you?"

Marco hit Thatch's head. "One question at a time, idiot." Thatch pouted, but Ace answered all of his questions promptly, to be polite. He had those questions for these as well. Ace looked at each person, and wondered why one of them was so much bigger than the others. He wasn't a stranger to big creatures that could speak, too.

"I'm Asus, but call me Ace. I was out in space but then accidentally passed into your atmosphere. I'm a sayla, I'm from another galaxy, and I'm 20," Ace answered. He let the people digest his answers before Ace asked them the same question besides asking where they were from and their names. They were from this planet, clearly.

"We're humans. You're on Earth, in the New World, which is this part of the ocean that our ship sails on. I'm forty four, Thatch is forty three, Haruta is 20 six. Pops is seventy two," Marco explained. Ace was surprised by their ages. They didn't look good for their age. Ace would still look in his twenties when he was in his forties. Humans must have a shorter life span.

"You don't look your ages," Ace was unable to keep from saying it. Thatch looked offended and Whitebeard laughed an unique laugh.

"Cheeky brat you are," he said. "We're the Whitebeard pirates, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ace." The sayla asked what pirates were, not familiar with the word. "Sailors that sail the sea in search of adventure. We're seen as criminals to the rest of the world. Pirates are the freest people on earth. There are many humans on our crew, so don't be startled by the size of my family." Ace nodded.

He then asked, "Do all of you have that tone of skin?" The pirates looked surprised by the question, but nodded. "Mostly near this skin color, though some are darker or lighter. Definitely none that are your color unless they ate a devil fruit."

Ace changed the color of his body to a tan color similar to Marco's, his freckles turning a dark brown and his hair staying black. His eyes turned a steely gray. The humans watched him in amazement and shock, and Ace deduced that they were unable to do anything like that.

"That's so cool!" Haruta shouted in awe. "Can you change your skin into any color?" Ace nodded. "Turn red!" Ace did. "Turn purple!" He did again. "Turn rainbow tie dye!" Ace did as well. Then he changed back into the more human appearance. "That's so cool! Can you do anything else?"

Ace really didn't think these people were going to hurt him, since they'd helped treat his wounds, but he couldn't help but be a bit uneasy about exposing his other abilities. "You don't need to show us if you don't wish to, Ace. It's something private most likely," the biggest man said. Ace appreciated this, but he would show them. Why not? It was being open and honest, like how he always strived to be.

"No, I'll show you." Haurta and Thatch looked extremely interested, and Ace snapped his fingers and all sound disappeared from the room. The other four looked shocked and Thatch tried to talk, but no sound came out. Haruta stomped his foot on the ground and clapped, but no sound came. Ace snapped his fingers again and the sound returned with a whoosh. He wasn't done though, he had more powers. He picked up a candle next to him on the table and deemed it not something too special. He put it in front of his face and bit and clicked his tongue, and the candle broke into tiny pieces like an explosion had occurred, even though it was only sound waves that had done that.

He then rubbed his finger and thumb together in circles to the right, and everything became much louder, the breathing pushing against ear drums and Ace whispered a word and it was like it blare around the room. The pirates covered their ears and Ace circled his finger and thumb in the other direction, lowering the volume back to normal.

"I can control sound," he said simply. The four looked intrigued.

"Can all sayla do that?" Marco asked curiously. Ace shook his head and told him they had different powers. No one's was the same. Everyone on his planet had something different, even if the powers were very similar. "How far can you do the shockwave? The one that broke the candle?"

"Around a mile," Ace replied. "It's not always destructive, it can be used to knock computers out."

Thatch cocked his head. "What's a computer?"

"A piece of technology you don't have. It's hard to explain," Ace replied. He was disappointed with the way this planet was developed. He wouldn't be using a computer anytime soon, or a phone it seemed.

Thatch pouted, but Ace didn't explain. "Well, thanks for taking care of me. How do I get this arm thing off when it's better?" The four looked at him in confusion. Ace was unsure about their reactions. They took care of him, it would make sense for them to let him off their vessel. It was made of wood, which Ace hadn't seen as a building of some sort in a while.

"You want to leave already?" Haruta asked sadly. Ace looked confused. Did they want him to stay? They weren't bothered that he was an alien? Not all planets are like those in his own galaxy. Where they were welcome to travel between planets as long as they had the correct information and vaccinations to not spread any diseases to other planets that might not have that. Once someone came to the sayla's neighboring planet with an infection from a plant and it spread quickly. After that, people had to be checked before traveling.

"You want me to stay?" he asked.

"Yeah! You're really cool," Thatch whined, and Ace wondered if he was actually in his forties or if Marco had lied. But Ace still didn't understand why they wanted him to stay. The leader hadn't said anything to correct his subordinates about keeping him. It would be better to learn about this world from people who lived there instead of trial and error, and he didn't know anything about the planet's regulations or anything important.

Ace frowned. "You're not bothered that I'm an alien? You don't seem like a species that would be welcoming to newcomers like my solar system." He wasn't trying to be rude, that wasn't his intention at all.

They shook their heads. "I think it's really cool. None of us knew that there was life outside of our planet." Ace didn't ask how they hadn't been able to tell since they didn't have any sort of very advanced technology. "Besides, you look human enough now, too. No one other than those on our ship would think you're anything other than a human, so you'll be safe."

The sayla frowned, not sure about it. Whitebeard spoke next. "No one will force you to stay if you don't want to. We still have a few days on this island, so you can think about it if you'd like." Thatch and Haruta looked angrily at their leader. "But, you know nothing about this planet. wouldn't it be helpful to be around people who will help you learn about it?"

Ace admitted that was a good reason to stay. He couldn't get off this planet anytime soon since they no doubt couldn't fly up to space. Ace thought for a moment, before saying he'd stay for now. Try and see if it would work out with him staying.

"Yay! Let us show you around our ship!" Haruta cheered. "And we'll introduce you to the other commanders, too!"

Ace looked confused. "I thought Whitebeard was the leader."

"Pops - Whitebeard - is the captain of the crew, but with over 1000 people, he needs more help. So there's fifteen commanders with each of their own divisions to take care of. All three of us are commanders and Marco is the first mate, second in command. Pops still makes most of the big decisions but we commanders help manage the crew," Thatch explained.

Ace hummed. "Sounds like some sort of military system."

Marco nodded. "In a way, I guess it does. We all have to be strong to fight marines, the military on earth. They're governed by the world government. They're all assholes. Have slaves and kill civilians on a whim. They torture people in the prison they run, and try to kill pirates every time possible. We often have marines attack our ship, so we all have to be strong."

"Your planet sounds terri- different." His voice, however, displayed the displeasure of what he thought of earth so far. The four laughed, and agreed. At least, in a violence way. "I'm surprised there's only one goverment. On my world and other planets, there are separate governments for separate parts of the world. Independent from one another. Though there is an organization that brings all of the leaders together to take care of certain problems that would affect the whole world."

Thatch huffed. "Sounds better than what we have here. Can we ask how you ended up here?" he asked curiously. The smaller three were all sitting on a bed across from the sayla, and Ace agreed to tell them. Whitebeard was still standing, though he was leaning against a part of the wall that had nothing in his way.

"I did something stupid. I was messing around with the warp system, and I ended up warping outside of your planet. It was an accident, and my wrist band broke so I can't get back. I'm completely stranded, lightyears away from my home." He sounded pretty calm about it. Marco said that, and Ace explained, "I was out in space for a couple weeks, so I came to terms with it. Though I didn't have any family so there's not much to miss."

Haruta looked sad. "Weren't you lonely?" Ace shook his head, and explained that he had friends that he lived with. "You don't have family at all? No siblings?" Ace looked sad, eyes falling to the floor before he composed himself.

"I did have family. I had two younger brothers. They died, though. So I don't have anyone left. Got sick at our home and was unable to be cured in time," he said in a flat voice. Thatch started crying, surprising Ace. "Don't worry, it happened when I was a kid. I've moved on. Though, now I don't have any pictures of them. All back on my home planet." That fact did hurt, a lot. He might never see those photos again, though their faces were thankfully burned into his mind, and wouldn't be fading. Never.

His stomach growled painfully. Now that his body was no longer shut down by being in space, he was starving. He sighed, and asked if they had food. Thatch jumped up, the somber mood mostly behind them as Ace hadn't seemed upset. He missed his brothers, but it had been nine years since they died. He'd moved on, and could look at their memories with a smile. He wondered if Luffy would have grown up and stayed a little idiot.

"Yes! I'm the chef, I'll cook some food for you while Haruta shows you around the ship," Thatch declared. "Do you know anything you're allergic to?" Ace shook his head. After all, he didn't know anything about the food on this planet. "Do you drink water?" Ace nodded. "I'll cook you up something good. Have fun exploring the ship!" and he ran out to go cook something for the sayla.

"Make sure you're gentle with your back. The arm should be fine as it's in a cast, but still don't be rough with it," Marco instructed. Ace nodded, but then stopped them. "What is it?"

Ace then asked what a devil fruit was since he was wondering about it when it was first said. It had an interesting name, and he wondered why it was named like that. "A devil fruit is something you eat that gives you powers. There's some weird ones out there, but other really powerful ones. There are only three on this ship with any of them, and that's me, Pops and Jozu, one of the other commanders."

"What are your powers?" Ace asked in interest, leaning forward to listen.

"I can turn into a phoenix and heal any of my wounds and fly. Jozu can harden himself into diamond, which is the hardest thing on earth besides sea stone. Pops can make earthquakes, so his fruit isn't used much or it could cause serious damage. He's strong without it, though," Marco explained. Ace didn't know what a phoenix was, but didn't ask. Instead, Marco changed forms and turned into a giant bird made out of blue and yellow flames.

Ace thought it was pretty amazing. He wished he could fly. He liked his own powers, and was plenty strong on his own without them, but flying would be an amazing experience. "Are we going to explore or not?" Haruta asked impatiently. Ace stood up slowly, not wanting to aggravate his wounds, and held his cast up. He was then given a sling that he put on, his injured arm resting near his chest.

Haruta led him out of the infirmary, and around the ship. Since he'd been unconscious when he was taken into the ship, he didn't know just how big it was. It had many floors, and many bedrooms. There was a library, training room, kitchen with a huge dining room attached, a couple bathhouses and bathrooms, a few offices for the commanders, and then the hallway that had all of the commanders' bedrooms. A huge door was at the end of the hall, and he assumed it was the captain's room.

The ship was massive and all made of wood. "Where will I sleep?" he asked, since all of the bunks looked taken. And he wondered if he'd be ogled at a lot, since he was an alien to these humans. It was only natural they'd be curious, and Ace would not take it personally. No aliens had ever visited this planet. At least, not that anyone knew.

"We have a guest room you can have. It's really small, but private. You won't be sharing with anyone," Haruta replied. He was shorter than Ace was, even though he was older. They passed many people who didn't look twice at Ace, probably not realizing he was the alien since he was no longer blue. He'd rather be blue, proud of his true colors, but he didn't want to overwhelm the humans.

When they came across any commanders, Haruta introduced them. They all looked quite different. Had different outfits as well. Some looked quite grumpy, but others were intrigued, and asked him about himself. Ace would reply, but not go into depth like he had with the first pirates he'd met. Nobody asked about any powers besides his ability to change his appearance, which Haruta would explain that he could turn into a rainbow character and it was "super awesome".

After the ship had been explored thoroughly and he was shown around the deck, which was massive, another commander took him aside to do measurements for new clothes, since Ace was only in ripped up shorts and bandages on his upper body.

The human's name was Izo, and he was in charge of things having to do with clothes. He made his own kimonos, the dress/robe-like jacket he had on. He wore makeup, which Ace hadn't seen anyone else wear on the ship yet.

He didn't take off anything, since the bandages could not be removed yet, and he had his waist, chest, and legs measured. Ace had a very strong chest, and muscular arms despite his young appearance. More than once someone had commented that his body was oddly human.

"Maybe your bodies are oddly sayla," was his response each time. He found nothing insulting over being called similar to humans. They meant nothing rude, and Ace wasn't how he used to be. He wasn't angered or offended easily, and had no reason to hate these people. They helped him, after all. He would have had a lot of trouble getting all of the wood and splinters out of his skin by himself.

Haruta led Ace back to the kitchen where Thatch was cooking. Ace looked around and saw the kitchen. It looked like an antique kitchen, but it still functioned perfectly fine. Thatch was humming to himself while he cooked. Ace, even though he didn't recognize the smell, thought the food smelled good. He didn't know what it was, but looked forward to trying something completely new.

He sat at the bar counter and watched as Thatch cooked something brown in a pan on the stove. He had no idea what it was, but it didn't take long for it to be served to him with utensils. "It's called lemon-chicken. Chicken is a type of meat, a bird, and lemon is fruit that is often used to give food more flavor."

Ace picked up the fork and knife and cut into the meat before taking a bite. Thatch watched excitedly. Ace swallowed, and said, "It's good." It wasn't the most enthusiastic response, but it was honest. He ate the whole thing and gratefully took the glass of water given to him.

"Hey, Ace, are you strong?" Thatch asked. "Besides your awesome sound-powers." Ace shrugged.

"I'm strong on my planet. Not sure how I'd match up against humans, though. Why?" he wondered. He liked to fight as long as no one got hurt, and would always spar with Luffy and Sabo, and continued to practice and stay fit even after they died.

Thatch grinned. "Cause we all love to fight and spar. Plus, we gotta be strong to be on the New World seas," the chef explained.

Ace nodded, and mentioned that he used to fight with his brothers a lot. "We lived near the woods and had our own little clearing where we'd fight. Luffy's power was pretty useless. He could turn into rubber and stretch his body. He wasn't good at using it, though. Sabo was strong even though his power wasn't offensive. He was super smart. He didn't like his power until he was able to start reading people's minds when he wanted."

"Cool! Your power is really cool. You'd be good on stealth missions and stuff. I would have so much fun with that power. It'd be great for pranks and such," Thatch said with a goofy grin, and again Ace wondered if he was really the age he said he was. Maybe humans matured slower mentally than physically? "Do you wanna spar? It'll be fun and we can see how you match up against humans."

Ace shrugged, glancing down at the bandages and cast. "I don't think it'd be a good idea for now. Since none of you have the kind of medical equipment back home, I'll be healing slowly. Maybe after I'm a bit better." If he stayed that long. Though he didn't know where he would go or what he'd do if he left these nice humans. Plus, they described the world here and Ace didn't know how he'd do anything without knowing if their government didn't permit it.

"That's true. I didn't really think about that," the human replied, pouting a little bit. Ace didn't know what else to talk about. Thatch took the empty plate and brought it to the large sink to wash. Looked like they didn't have an electronic machine to wash dishes. He sighed and put his chin in his hand while the elbow was propped up on the table. He was a bit bored.

He got up and walked to the library to read something to pass the time. He passed a couple people, and they asked who the hell was he and what was he doing on their ship. "I'm the alien Thatch brought here today," he replied simply. "They're letting me stay for the time being."

He passed them before they asked anymore questions and found the library on his own. He looked at the books, whose bindings were written in a language he didn't recognize. "Chip, activate reading comprehension," he said quietly, and the letters on the books reformed into his own language. He couldn't imagine not having the chip. And they didn't break easily, so he wouldn't need to get it fixed again. So it was there to stay, thankfully.

He found one about the ocean here, and took it to the couch in the corner, putting his feet up since he didn't have his boots anymore. They'd fallen off during the fall into the atmosphere. He read the book, learning about the animals and facts about the oceans, specifically the one they were on now. It briefly mentioned weather, which apparently was a nightmare.

This ocean was abnormal, weird things could happen to the current. His home's ocean didn't have anything crazy like that. Though one of the planets nearby did have strange occurrences, though nothing like the ones listed in the book.

He stayed there for a long time, and finished the book. He'd silenced the room so he could read in peace and quiet, and no one else was there. Maybe his powers would really help here. He could silence the room he was staying in. That would be nice. There was bound to be a lot of noise during the night between how many people there were and the sounds that came from outside the side of the Moby Dick.