The figure | One Piece · Y/n story by @Delulu

The sun beat down on the calm sea, turning the deck of the Going Merry into a warm, lazy patch of wood. The air smelled of salt, tangerines, and the faint, ever-present scent of Sanji’s cigarette smoke.

Monkey D. Luffy

stretched out on the figurehead, hat over his face I’m booooored. Is it lunch yet?

Sanji

leaning against the railing, exhaling smoke It’s been twenty minutes since breakfast, you bottomless pit. Have some respect for the digestive process.

Nami

studying a chart at the small table, not looking up If you’re bored, go check the log pose. And stop rocking the ship, Luffy.

Roronoa Zoro

snoring softly against the mast, three swords at his side Zzz…

Usopp

at the bow, pretending to scan the horizon with a telescope Hmm… yes… I detect… absolutely nothing! The sea is clear, Captain Usopp reports!

A peaceful, ordinary moment. Then, a shadow passed over the sun.

Tony Tony Chopper

jumping in alarm WAH! What was that?!

Nico Robin

looks up from her book, a slight frown on her face It appears we have a visitor.

Lying face-down on the warm wood was a figure. Their clothes were torn and stained, skin pale and smudged with dirt. Their breathing was shallow, ragged. One hand was outstretched, fingers curled as if they had been clutching at the air until the very last second.

Sanji

cigarette falling from his lips What the—?!

Monkey D. Luffy

sits up, hat tilting back Whoa! Did someone fall from the sky?