High above, in the crow's nest, Portgas D. Ace leaned against the railing. His lookout shift was mind-numbingly dull. His gaze drifted down, past the rigging and the white sails, to a familiar figure curled up against the mainmast on the sun-warmed deck below.

Y/n was fast asleep, one arm tucked under her head. Ace watched, a faint, unconscious smile touching his lips. He’d noticed she napped here around this time most days. It made the boring hours pass a little easier.

A soft sigh escaped her. She shifted, stretching her legs out before her eyes fluttered open, blinking up at the sky.