Whitebeard Family

Perhaps it was because of his unending generosity, or perhaps it was his deep and personal understanding of the pain behind the word "loneliness" that propelled him, no one really knew. What could cause a drunken old recluse to suddenly open his vaults and his home to take in the lost souls?
The world marveled at the announcement as he emptied the mansion of the fragile and valuable treasures that once adorned its halls, filling it instead with chaos and dirt. To turn a grand estate into a home for boys who had been forgotten, abandoned, left behind. 

Was it madness? Was it kindness?

There where days when even he himself was unsure. And on the nights, like this, where he turned down the drive to the total cacophony and chaos that was the smoke billowing from the east wing, he questioned his own sanity. 

He knew what had happened before the first of the frantic staff reached his car. The fire bug, the crazy pyromaniac, the one who never knew the meaning of the words "still" or "peace". 

He nodded at the man and walked towards the madness. It seemed to be under control, no major damage.

Ace approached sheepishly, his grin caught halfway between joy at seeing the man who had given him a home, and fear of the wrath he new would follow his latest misadventure.

"Hey, pops..." He mumbled...