A Fire spirits rekindling!

Reasoning

Marco frowned at the table. He had no idea what happened, as curious he is to find out, now was simply just not the time.

"I don't know what you did, yoi, but I think we can come to an agreement of some sort." Thatch looked quizzically at Marco, all he saw was Marcos blue flames did something else happen?

"We won't be stopping on another island for about another day, figure you can leave then, yoi." Marco said as he crossed his arms. His hand felt strangely cold.

Thatch nodded. "We're picking up one of our buddy commanders, as long as you don't cause any trouble I'm sure pops wouldn't care." Thatch was grinning, though it's not like Ace could see it.

Ace felt his ear twitch. Ace figures it's probably his best bet, it's not like they could get him off anyway though. Just think of it as a peace treaty.

"We need some sort of answer, yoi." Marco said with a sigh, if Marco hadn't reached his hand under the table they wouldn't know if they were even talking to the spirit. For all they could've been doing, would have been them talking to a table.

Ace felt his tail twitch, yea, they couldn't tell if he was saying anything or not. He wasn't, but they didn't know that.

Ace started to crawl slowly from underneath the table light hitting his eyes as he did so.

Thatch felt himself holding his breath as the cat appeared from under the table. He didn't want to send the thing into another frenzy.

"Wait you said he wasn't a cat?" Marco sighed, of course Thatch would just now decide to question it. "Yes, yoi, he's not a cat." Thatch looked at Marco then back to the cat. "You're not a cat?" Thatch asked the cat.

Ace looked at Thatch before shaking his head. "At least he's not the only commander."

Marco grinned before laughing at Thatch. "The cat even thinks you're an idiot!" Thatch gasped clearly offended by the insult.

Marco opened the door, without warning the cat scrambled out turning into another direction. Thatch looked quizzically at the direction the spirit ran. "He did agree to the agreement right?" Thatch said as he pointed. Marco sighed. "We can only hope, for everyone's sanity, yoi."

Thatch laughed before waving his hand in dismissal. "I doubt it." Marco raised an eye row at his brother. He seemed rather sure.

But Marco only shrugged lazily, "If you say so, yoi."

Ace stumbled into what looked like an unoccupied room. This will do him for right now. As long as he can get out of this stupid cat form without the threat of someone chasing after him.

He doesn't care if someone were to find out he was a spirit, he'd be 10x more careful if he did. But he would rather start his journey being called a human.

Ace felt the fur around his body receding as skin took its place, his ears changing from the top of his to the sides. It's like a breath of fresh air every time he turns back.

Ace felt the top of his head and felt the familiar hat he wore. Red beads string around his neck with his familiar shorts and utility belt, his boots made the floor creak every time he leaned his weight in any direction.

Ace scratched his head and was greeted with the familiar tuff of tangled hair that sat under his orange cowboy hat.

His red slit eyes turned back to their familiar grey.

Ace turned his head with a frown, someone was coming this way. Even though the room was as bare as can be doesn't mean he shouldn't be careful.

Someone might just have some rather bland taste in room decor.

Ace felt his body glow a striking orange before disappearing from sight. The only person who could see him now was only himself.

Suppose being careful paid off, someone poked their head through the door before scratching their head with a confused frown. "I swear I heard someone here..." Ace frowned. Well if this wasn't his room, what did this random pirate have to do with anything.

Ace just shrugged, it didn't matter it wasn't like he was spotted.

Ace walked past the pirate, hardly even touching the man.

The man shivered in response before looking around.

Ace paid to mind, it was the most ironic thing about his existence. He was a fire spirit, one who ate the Flame-flame fruit but as soon as he was invisible he lost any heat and became deadly cold.

Ace could even feel the lack of heat beneath his skin. Not that it bothered him, he was dead. Any dead person loses all body heat. Sabo is colder than he was anyways.

Ace walked past the galley and back onto the top of the deck. It was getting dark, ace shrugged. He didn't really care though.

It just meant he would get to stop at this island tomorrow anyways.

Ace looked curiously at Haruta, he was bandaged up. Ace would apologize in any other instance but he would refrain from it this time around. Sh- he, had some weird trinkets on his body.

Ace looked in surprise as he watched a Fish-man come from the upper levels of the deck.

"There has been an agreement made with the spirit, you know." His voice was rough sounding. Ace watched curiously as Haruta scowled. "I don't care, I've never had good luck with spirits." Haruta pointed to the obvious bandaging all over his body.

Though, Namur only rolled his eyes. "you're just overreacting." Haruta frowned before shooing Namur off.

Ace couldn't help but feel bad but it would really be the better idea to just not apologize at all.

Ace flinched as he turned and saw what he guessed was the captain started booming with laughter.

"I'm sure the spirit meant you no harm, son." Haruta only frowned in response.

Clearly he wasn't going to shoo away the captain.

Ace shivered himself as Whitebeard walked through him. Whitebeard stopped before looking at the spot Ace was standing, no doubt had felt where Ace stood.

Though whitebeard only frowned before turning his attention back to Haruta.

"I wonder what that was all about."