[Ace lowered himself a bit, poking the suddenly very beaten up young man. Naturally, like any other pirate, he took the flint-lock right off of him and examined its wares all while listening to Marco. Hey, it was what they did.]

Ahh? Jeez, then nobody else would be able to fight! You'd clear every ship we crossed.

[Ace still snickered at that, knowing it was facetious. With Whitebeard, there had been too many enemies and too many distractions to worry about a lack of people to fight. Even when the old man was alive, there was never a lack of abundance with those wanting to prove themselves--he knew that, personally.]

So, what're you doin' here--wherever the hell we are?