The Ocean's True Queen

The War Begins! The Return of the Mystics!

Ace was watching it all. He couldn't do anything to stop this, chained down to this platform he watched as Little Oars Jr. finally collapsed, his body crushing the barrier between the ice field and plaza. His blood smearing the ground, and one leg had also been removed because of that damn flamingo.

Why? Why couldn't they just let him die? He deserved it, everyone now knew as well who he was the son of. He had this cursed blood in his body. He should just die, that would be the best thing to do. But despite now knowing this...they didn't give up on him. They had sworn they would defeat the Marines and save him.

He could see Sabo and Thatch fighting together down below, taking down everything that got in their way. They were back to back, and completely in tune with each other. Just as they should be. Marco was staying close to Pops for now, just in case the marines tried something again. Jozu and Vista were muscling through everything. Their allies were attacking with full force.

And then they were calling him, all of them shouting his name. He cringed and bit his own tongue. Before any more of them got hurt, he wanted them to leave him to die. But he knew he would be spitting in all their faces. For some reason they loved him, accepted him. The son of the devil.

And he felt...happy knowing how much they loved him. Sabo had always known, and Pops he had told before Sabo and he became division commanders. And of course, Jasmine had known because Sabo had told her when they were young. Despite Ace not wanting anybody to talk about it. Jasmine of course had asked about it almost constantly for a day, his hand had hurt especially that day with how much he hit her.

He smiled at the memory. It felt so close and warm, to just go back to that time.

But then another bomb went off and he was struck with reality. Jasmine would never see him again. Sabo needed to be there, because Ace couldn't be. Sabo needed to go and be there for their little sister.

"Ah, what the?" Garp said confusedly and was looking up when Ace turned to look at the man he had called Gramps. Ace turned his head to the sky as well and saw a battleship falling from the sky, and people were falling out of it as well. And most of the people were in black and white stripes. Prisoners? He looked more carefully and his eyes popped out of their skull.

Jasmine was calmly floating down from the sky, others plummeting around her. She was here? She looked straight at him, her hair flying around in a crazy manner, and smiled. "Ace!" Jasmine called and he heard Garp choke a bit on his own spit.

The ship that had been falling crashed into the opening of the ice that Jozu had torn open, making it a much safer landing than it could've been, thought the ship still broke in half upon impact. "Jasmine," Ace whispered wide eyed as she landed on the hull of the busted ship. His hat on her head. Her crew, Jimbei, Crocodile, and Ivankov all surrounding her, as well as a few he didn't recognize. And behind her was an army of prisoners.
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Sengoku was beyond angry at the sudden intrusion.

"Garp! Your granddaughter is messing things up again!"

"JASMINE, NOOOOOO!" Garp panicked.

"It's Mystic Mother!" A marine exclaimed.

"She's not the only one! Look who else is with her!"

"Ivankov the revolutionaries, Jinbei, the Strawhat Pirates, and many prisoners from Impel Down!"

"But how did they get out?! There wasn't any word of this!"
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"The woman everyone's talking about: Mystic Mother." Mihawk remarked.

"Is. That. Mystic Mother?!" Moria bellowed.

Kuma kept staring in silence.

'No way. Mystic Mother? Here?!' Boa Hancock thought to herself, slightly blushing.