You were on lookout duty, perched in the crow's nest with a tangerine in one hand and a half-empty bottle of cola in the other. The wind whipped your short hair around your face.

Below, you could hear the usual morning chaos. Luffy's laughter. Usopp's boastful storytelling. The clatter of pans from the kitchen.

And then—footsteps. Heavy, rushed. The ladder creaked.