Luffy stood beneath the jeweled sunroof of Alabasta's royal palace, squinting at Vice Admiral Garp as the old man's outrageous proposal hung in the cloying desert air. For a long moment he hesitated, rubbery fingers drumming an irregular beat on the familiar brim of his straw hat.
Beyond the palace walls, the distant sea blended with the vibrant sky, its fathomless blue depths brimming with mystery and adventure untold. To become one of the vaunted Shichibukai, Luffy would have to abandon that promised freedom, anchor his wandering spirit to the stagnant order of the world.
"Alright," Luffy said at last, his voice firm with resolve. "I'll do it."
A stunned silence fell over the glittering throne room. Vivi gasped, nearly dropping the gleaming scepter of her newly reclaimed kingdom. Cobra leaned forward on his throne, hardly daring to believe his ears.
Zoro's hands stilled upon Wadou Ichimonji's hilt, his one good eye widening in disbelief. Nami's maps slipped from her grasp to flutter unheeded to the floor.
Usopp looked up from tinkering with his slingshot, mouth agape. Sanji paused, a wisp of smoke curling from the cigarette dangling precariously between slack lips.
Chopper's hooves skidded on the opulent rug as he turned to stare at Luffy in open confusion. Robin gazed at their captain over folded hands, her face inscrutable as an ancient stone.
Only Garp seemed unsurprised, his weathered face lit with unconcealed joy at this turn of fate. The old Vice Admiral grinned and clapped Luffy upon the back with enough force to stagger a lesser man.
"I knew you'd come around, my boy!" Garp crowed. Luffy shrugged free of his grandfather's enthusiastic grip, turning to face his crew with a sheepish smile and arms folded resolutely behind his head.
And in the sun-dappled silence, the future swirled uncertain as desert sands all around them.
Garp grinned broadly, clapping Luffy on the shoulder with enough force to send the young pirate sprawling. "That's my grandson! You won't regret this, I promise you!"
As they set sail toward the meeting of the Shichibukai, Luffy couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and unease. The ship was filled with marines, their uniforms crisp and white, their expressions stern. Luffy's boisterous laughter echoed through the corridors, grating on the nerves of those who had been taught to value discipline above all else.
"Oi, Luffy!" Zoro called from where he leaned against the railing. "Try not to get us all thrown overboard, will ya?"
"Ahaha, don't worry about me!" Luffy replied, stretching his arm to snatch a seagull from the sky. He tossed it into the air, laughing as the marines scrambled to avoid the panicked bird.
In the mess hall, Luffy's boundless appetite sent the cook into a frenzy. Plates piled high with food disappeared before the exasperated marine could turn back to the stove. Luffy's elastic cheeks bulged like ripe fruits, the cacophony of his chewing drowning out the protests of the other diners.
"Have some respect, you gluttonous oaf!" one marine barked, only to be met with Luffy's wide-eyed, innocent gaze.
"Whaaat? I'm just hungry!" he replied, swallowing the entire contents of his mouth in one gulp. The sound echoed throughout the room like a thunderclap, causing several marines to jump in their seats.
"Enough!" shouted a particularly red-faced officer. "You're making a mockery of this vessel!"
"Relax," Garp interjected, chuckling as he ruffled Luffy's hair. "He's just a little rough around the edges. But that's what makes him so strong."
Despite the chaos, there was an undeniable camaraderie between Monkey D. Luffy and the legendary Marine Garp. They seemed to understand each other on a level that transcended the boundaries of their respective roles. And as the ship sailed ever closer to the meeting of the Shichibukai, Luffy found himself wondering if perhaps this new path would lead to greater adventures still.
The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow upon the deck of the marine ship. Luffy leaned against the railing, taking in the sight with a contented sigh. It was almost picturesque, if not for the frenzied scurrying of marines as they struggled to repair the damage wrought by their newest Shichibukai.
"Can you believe it?" Garp asked, ambling up beside Luffy and leaning against the railing. "My own grandson, a Shichibukai. Almost as good as becoming a marine!"
Luffy's mouth quirked into a small smile, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. "Yeah, I guess."
As if on cue, a small group of marines stumbled into view, their faces red and sweaty from exertion. They were attempting to move a cannon that had been displaced during Luffy's earlier antics, much to their frustration.
"Put your back into it!" shouted the commanding officer, marching alongside them. "This is what happens when you let a pirate aboard the ship!"
"Hey," Garp called out, stepping forward with a grin plastered across his face. "You shouldn't be so hard on my grandson. He's just got a lot of energy, that's all."
"Energy?" the officer sputtered, staring at Garp in disbelief. "He's torn half the ship apart!"
"True," Garp conceded, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "But I did the same thing when I first joined the marines. And look at me now!"
At that, Luffy couldn't help but laugh. The marines exchanged glances before giving in to their own chuckles, realizing the uncanny resemblance between the legendary vice admiral and the notorious pirate. Despite the chaos and confusion, there was something undeniably endearing about the pair.
"Alright, alright," the officer finally conceded, waving a hand dismissively. "Just make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble, will you?"
"Of course," Garp promised, winking at Luffy before sauntering back to his post.
As the ship drew nearer to their destination, Luffy's thoughts turned to his crew, who had seen him off with a mixture of confusion and trust in their eyes. He could still hear Zoro's gruff farewell, see Nami's worried expression, feel Usopp's trembling hand as it gripped his own.
"Take care of yourself, Captain," Sanji had said, the smoke from his cigarette mingling with the sea breeze. "We'll be waiting for you."
"Promise me you'll come back," Chopper had whispered, tears streaming down his furry cheeks.
"Always," Luffy had replied, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that gnawed at the edges of his mind. And as the ship pulled away, the faces of his friends blurring into the distance, he knew that he would do whatever it took to return to them. For they were his nakama, his family. And nothing would ever change that. And if this what was needed to protect them, at least for a little while, he would bear it. Even Luffy's desire for freedom paled in comparison to his desire to protect his nakama.
As the ship carrying Luffy and Garp disappeared over the horizon, Vivi stood on the shores of Alabasta, her heart filled with a mixture of joy and apprehension. The kingdom was finally safe, its people freed from the tyranny that had threatened to tear them apart. But at what cost? Luffy's choice to become a Shichibukai was as bewildering as it was worrisome, yet she couldn't help but trust in him, just as the rest of the Straw Hats did.
"Daughter," King Cobra called, his gravelly voice mingling with the jubilant cheers of Alabasta's newly delivered subjects below. "It is time."
Vivi turned to face her father, her eyes bright with unshed tears of joy. In his weathered hands, Cobra held a small, ornate box —its surface adorned with intricate carvings of fantastical sea creatures and crashing waves rendered in gold and mother-of-pearl.
As Vivi opened the proffered box, a brilliant azure light spilled forth into the throne room's musty air, revealing a single water logia devil fruit nestled on a bed of crushed velvet within. Vivi's breath caught at the sight of that rarest of treasures - and the enormity of her father's gift.
"Take this, my child," Cobra said softly, his dark eyes filled with pride and infinite love as he gazed upon his daughter. "May it aid you in your journey ahead, and keep you safe from all harm."
"Thank you, Father," Vivi breathed, her hand trembling ever so slightly as she closed the lid of the priceless box once more. She clutched it tightly to her breast, feeling an overwhelming tide of gratitude and determination wash over her - not just for the precious gift she now held, but for the unwavering love and support of her family, her people, and the strange band of pirates who had delivered them all.
Her future shone with promise, a grand adventure upon which she now stood poised to embark. And though the road ahead remained obscured in shadow, Vivi walked toward that uncharted horizon with fearless heart and steady stride. The cheering voices of Alabasta lifted as one behind her, speeding their princess on her way - their champion, their hope, their guiding light.
Vivi emerged onto the sun-washed balcony above a sea of jubilant faces. Her crewmates awaited her there, their smiles mirroring her own as she held aloft the box containing her newfound power for all to see.
A roar went up from below that shook the ancient stones of Alubarna's walls. And in that moment, beneath cerulean skies untroubled by cloud or care, the future had never seemed so limitless or so bright.
The meeting room was a grand affair, its walls lined with towering bookshelves filled with ancient scrolls and heavy tomes. A massive table dominated the center of the chamber, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen. Seated around it were the formidable figures of the Shichibukai, their expressions ranging from bored indifference to open hostility.
Dracule Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman, lounged in his chair, a glass of red wine cradled in one hand as his hawk-like gaze swept the room. Beside him sat the elegant Boa Hancock, her beauty marred only by the cold disdain that twisted her lips. Across from them perched Bartholomew Kuma, his massive frame hunched over the table like a bear surveying its prey.
"Silence!" bellowed Donquixote Doflamingo, his voice cutting through the low murmur of conversation like a knife. "The meeting is about to begin. Not that I usually care, but this time I do."
As if on cue, Sengoku entered the room, his stern visage commanding instant respect and attention. He took his place at the head of the table, his eyes briefly flickering towards the empty seat that awaited Luffy's arrival.
"Let us begin," he said simply, the weight of his words echoing throughout the chamber.
As the Shichibukai discussed matters of grave importance, their voices blending together in a cacophony of opinion and debate, Vivi back in Alabasta couldn't help but worry for Luffy. Would he be able to navigate this treacherous world filled with such powerful and ruthless individuals? Could he maintain his own sense of justice and loyalty amidst their machinations?
"Then there is the matter of Red-Haired…" said Sengoku, his stern gaze sweeping the long table.
"Oi, are you talking about Shanks?" Luffy asked through a mouthful of food, peering up from the feast laid before him. "He's our friend, right?"
All heads turned as one toward the rookie warlord. Doflamingo's smile turned shark-like, amused interest gleaming in his eyes.
"Friend?" Moria scoffed, lips twisting in disdain. "You claim one of the Four Emperors as your friend, boy? I thought you a fool before, but now see you are merely mad."
"It's the truth," Luffy said with a careless shrug of his shoulders. "Shanks gave me his hat, after all." He plopped the aged straw hat onto his messy crown as evidence.
A stunned silence fell over the room. Hancock stared at the foolishly brave captain, her lovely face frozen between disgust and grudging admiration.
Kuma's mechanical head swiveled to study Luffy with newfound interest, gears grinding softly. "It would seem you have powerful allies, Straw Hat Luffy," the bear-cyborg intoned. "Your potential grows increasingly…formidable."
Jinbe frowned, clawed hands curling into uneasy fists, not out of anger, of course. "To claim friendship with one such as Red-Haired is no small thing. His reach spans the farthest corners of the New World, and beyond." The fishman's grave tone betrayed his doubt regarding Luffy's loose claim.
"Yasopp's captain, wasn't it?" Mihawk asked mildly, though his piercing gaze left no doubt as to his keen interest in Luffy's reply. Of course, he himself knew Shanks personally but decided to conceal it, unlike the knucklehead before him.
Luffy grinned, unperturbed by this interrogation."Yep, that's him! Shanks and I made a promise, once. I'm gonna give this hat back to him someday, when I've become King of the Pirates!"
Sengoku grimaced, looking suddenly as though he regretted his controversial decision to recruit this wild card into their ranks. The warlords exchanged glances fraught with meaning, sizing up the rookie in their midst once more.
"What an interesting fellow…" Doflamingo mused
And down the length of that lavish table, with the force of a conqueror, Monkey D. Luffy laughed.
Doflamingo chuckled, steepling his long fingers before him. The rookie captain was proving an amusing diversion after all. To claim Red-Haired Shanks as an ally - either the boy was fearless or a fool. No matter. So long as he continued in this vein, he would serve as entertainment. And entertainment was so hard to come by in these stagnant times.
Moria slammed a massive fist upon the table, rattling plates and goblets. "Madness!" he thundered. "Does this impudent whelp not comprehend the powers he deals with? The Emperors stand above the Warlords as gods to men. His foolish claim shall be the death of him!" Moria glowered down the length of his long nose at Luffy, already dismissing him as a passing nonsense.
Hancock's ruby lips thinned in distaste, yet her eyes strayed once more to the straw-hatted upstart. His smile was as brilliant as the midday sun, his laughter free of fear. If his claim held even a shred of truth, he walked an even deadlier path than their own. Her heart twisted at the thought, longing to warn him from that perilous road. And yet…what dreams did his fearless heart hold, to stride so boldly?
Kuma analyzed the variables, mechanical mind assessing and reassessing the probabilities of truth behind Luffy's allegation. An alliance with Red-Haired Shanks would shift the balance of powers within the Grand Line. His masters would be most intrigued by this development. The bear cyborg resolved to monitor Straw Hat Luffy closely, and determine the strength of his ties to the Emperor.
Jinbe gazed at Luffy in silent concern, recalling tales of his defeat of Arlong - and the wrath of Emperors. To invoke Shanks' name so lightly was a gamble of the highest stakes. He raised a silent prayer to the sea goddess that Luffy spoke in earnest, and had not unleashed a storm beyond his reckoning. The fishman knew well how cruel the powers of the Grand Line could be.
Mihawk's eyes gleamed with interest beneath the shadow of his hat. The name "Shanks" had stirred a long-dormant memory: a loudmouth pirate boasting of a boy he saw as kin. Was this brash young captain the selfsame lad to whom Shanks had given his hat, long ago? Mihawk determined to remain - to watch close, to see if fate had truly set those distant souls upon a course to meet again.
The empty seat remained void, echoing with its specter's mocking laughter. The memory of Crocodile was swift to scorn Luffy's declaration as that of an ant who dreamt himself a giant. Yet no voice remained to give credence to his condemnations - nothing lingered save dust and a bitter shadow, relic of old ambitions now turned to ash. And the forgotten seat stood as a warning to other powers who dared dismiss the straw-hatted boy… and his audacious claim. Though the hat did help his case.
"Remember, my child," King Cobra had told her, his voice solemn as the crashing surf. They stood together on the windswept shore, watching the pirate ship sail away into the rising sun—and bear their princess from the kingdom she had saved.
"No matter what happens, never lose sight of who you are and what you believe in. For it is our convictions that shape us, even in the darkest of times."
Vivi gazed down at the ornate box clutched in her hands, feeling the weight of her father's parting words settle deep within her breast. The box contained a power beyond price, a gift to safeguard her in the perilous days to come. But the true treasure lay in Cobra's timeless wisdom, a guiding light to steer her course through seas both calm and storm.
And as Vivi held onto that precious box, she knew with a fierceness to match the desert sun that she would hold fast to her father's words as well. Through fire and war and all the long leagues that now spread between them, she would keep her faith.
Faith in the strange captain who had saved her kingdom, and the ragtag pirates she now called friends. Faith in the people of Alabasta, and their shared dream of peace.
Faith that justice would prevail in the end, no matter how dark the horizon nor how desperate the hour—for what other choice remained, save hope?
The sea glittered with promise before the prow of Merry as she raced forward, fleet as a seabird, to catch the dawn. And upon that prow stood Vivi, her cloak billowing behind her like sails in a fair wind.
Though Alabasta faded into the distances of yesterday, its memory lived on in her defiant heart. She gazed ahead to greet whatever new adventures awaited, secure in the knowledge of who she was - a princess, a revolutionary, a pirate.
And for a moment, with sea-salt sun warming her upturned face, the future held no doubts nor shadows. There were only clear skies as far as the horizon, and her brave little carrack to carry her beyond. She had to leave Karoo behind.
The heavy doors to the meeting room creaked open, and Monkey D. Luffy stepped inside with all the grace of a bull in a china shop. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the imposing figures of the Shichibukai. Despite their varied appearances, one thing was clear: they were not to be trifled with.
"Ah, here's our newest member!" Sengoku announced, his voice booming through the chamber as he gestured towards the young pirate. "Sir Monkey D. Luffy, please take your seat."
Luffy bounded towards the empty chair, stumbling slightly before managing to right himself. He plopped down into it unceremoniously, his Straw Hat askew atop his head. The Shichibukai exchanged looks, their expressions ranging from bemusement to mild annoyance. It seemed none had expected someone so…unrefined—even for a pirate.
"Hi, I'm Monkey D. Luffy!" he blurted out without a hint of hesitation or decorum. "I'm going to become King of the Pirates! Nice to meet'all!"
Some laughed, while others collectively gasped. "Well, that's not really something you usually hear at these boring-ass meetings," said Doffy.
"Ahem," Sengoku cleared his throat, trying to maintain some semblance of order. "As you can see, Luffy may not be what you're used to, but I assure you, he's quite capable."
"Is that so?" one of the Shichibukai mused, eyeing Luffy curiously. "Well, we shall see about that."
"Anyways," Luffy continued, ignoring the comment, "I'm super hungry! Any food around here?"
"Food? Now?" another Shichibukai huffed, evidently unimpressed. "How uncouth."
"Actually, that's not a bad idea," Sengoku conceded, clapping his hands together. Within moments, a lavish spread of meats, vegetables, and an array of exotic dishes appeared before them.
"Awesome!" Luffy exclaimed, reaching out with his rubbery limbs to grab handfuls of food. He began shoveling the fare into his mouth, making a show of his voracious appetite. His jaw stretched impossibly wide as he consumed monstrous amounts of meat without even bothering to chew.
"Good heavens," one Shichibukai murmured, eyes widening in disbelief. "Is that… normal for him?"
"Seems so," another replied, unable to tear their gaze away from the spectacle. "It's almost… fascinating, in a way."
Luffy continued to eat, seemingly oblivious to the stares and whispers of the Shichibukai. Despite his unorthodox behavior, there was something about him—a raw, untamed potential—that piqued their interest. It was undeniable: Monkey D. Luffy was unlike any Shichibukai they had ever encountered before.\
Yet, as the meeting progressed and the discussions turned to more serious matters, Luffy's thoughts drifted back to his friends waiting for him in Alabasta. He wondered how they were faring, what adventures awaited them next, and whether joining the Shichibukai would truly help protect them all.
His heart swelled with love for his crew, each and every one of them unique and irreplaceable. Together, they had faced countless dangers and triumphed over adversity. And as long as they stood united, Luffy knew that nothing—not even the power and intrigue of the Shichibukai—could stand in their way.
The smooth wood of the conference table felt cold beneath Luffy's fingers as he listened to Sengoku, the Fleet Admiral, clear his throat. His eyes darted around the spacious room, taking in the stern expressions of the Shichibukai, as they awaited an explanation of their new member's role.
"Monkey D. Luffy," Sengoku began, his voice carrying the weight of authority and responsibility. "As a Shichibukai, you are no longer just a pirate. You are now a representative of the World Government. Your duties will include maintaining the balance of power within the seas and assisting the marines when called upon."
Luffy's brow furrowed in concentration, trying to take in the gravity of his new position. He could feel the gaze of the Shichibukai drilling into him, assessing his potential, but also wary of the unpredictable nature he had displayed so far.
"Does this mean I can't be a pirate anymore?" Luffy interrupted, causing several of the Shichibukai to exchange glances.
"Your loyalty is now to the World Government," Sengoku replied sternly. "However, your status as a pirate is what grants you the ability to navigate the underworld and maintain order."
"Ah, so I'm still a pirate, but a good one!" Luffy grinned, his thoughts turning momentarily to his crew and how they would react to this information.
"Your unique perspective will be invaluable in enforcing our policies," Sengoku continued, casting a sidelong glance at the other members of the assembly. "You must always remember that your actions directly reflect on the Shichibukai as a whole, and thus, by extension, the World Government. Do not take this responsibility lightly."
"Got it!" Luffy nodded enthusiastically, attempting to appear serious despite the twinkle in his eye.
"Very well," Sengoku sighed, sensing that was the most he could expect from the young pirate. He turned his attention back to the other Shichibukai, who had been observing Luffy intently throughout the exchange. "If there are no further questions, I declare this meeting adjourned."
As the Shichibukai rose from their seats, they continued to size Luffy up, some with a furrowed brow, others with a hint of intrigue. It was clear that opinions on their newest member were divided.
"An interesting choice, indeed," one whispered to another as they departed the room.
"Unpredictable," another mused. "But perhaps that's what we need. He did defeat Crocodile quite handily, after all"
Luffy watched them leave, feeling the weight of their scrutiny and the expectations that came with his new role. He knew that, in accepting Garp's proposal, he had taken on a great responsibility—one that would challenge him in ways he had never imagined.
But as he thought of his crew—their friendship, their unwavering support, and the dreams they shared—Luffy felt a spark of determination ignite within him. He would navigate the twisting paths of power and politics, if it meant protecting the ones he loved.
With a resolute nod, Luffy strode from the room, eager to share the news with his friends and embark on the next chapter of their grand adventure.
With the sun setting over Alabasta, casting a warm orange glow on the sandstone buildings, Luffy and Garp returned to the Straw Hats' rendezvous point. As they approached, Luffy's heart swelled with anticipation of seeing his friends again. Garp strode confidently at his side, a proud smile etched across his face.
"Captain!" Usopp shouted as he spotted Luffy approaching. "What happened?"
"Guys! I have something important to tell you," Luffy declared, his voice a mixture of excitement and solemnity. The crew gathered around him, their eyes wide with curiosity and concern.
"Spit it out, Luffy," Zoro said impatiently, his hand resting on the hilt of one of his swords.
"Alright, here goes…" Luffy paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over each of his friends. "I've officially accepted Garp's proposal to become a Shichibukai."
A stunned silence fell upon the group, as if the very wind had ceased to blow. Nami's eyes widened, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Luffy… are you really sure about this?"
"Never thought I'd see the day," Sanji muttered, taking a long drag from his cigarette.
Chopper tilted his head, clearly puzzled. "But, Luffy… what does that mean for us? For our adventures?"
Luffy scratched his head, contemplating Chopper's question. "Jii-chan said it'll help us in the long run, and we can still chase our dreams together," he explained, his words genuine and decisive.
"Then we're behind you, Luffy," Robin said softly, her violet eyes gleaming with pride. "We trust your judgment."
But did she really?
"Looks like we've got a new title to live up to," Zoro said with a grin, his scarred eye narrowing in determination.
"Let's celebrate, then!" Usopp cheered, pumping his fist into the air. The crew erupted in agreement, their initial shock giving way to excitement.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in twilight hues, the Straw Hats gathered around a makeshift table laden with food and drink. They laughed and chatted long into the night, their voices filling the air with mirth and camaraderie.
Luffy watched his friends—his nakama—with a warmth that spread through his chest, his heart swelling with gratitude for their unwavering support. Even as the weight of his new role pressed upon him, he knew he could face any challenge with them by his side.
"Hey, Luffy," Nami said, her voice soft but resolute. "We'll be with you every step of the way."
"Thank you, Nami," Luffy replied, his eyes shining with gratitude. "I know we can do this, together."
And so, beneath the stars that burned like a promise in the vast night sky, the Straw Hat Pirates celebrated the beginning of a new chapter in their grand adventure—one that would test their bonds and lead them down paths they'd never imagined.
As the first light of dawn broke through the night, Luffy stood at the edge of the harbor, his straw hat casting a long shadow across the sands. The air buzzed with anticipation as thousands of citizens of Alabasta had gathered to bid farewell to the Straw Hat Pirates, their voices filling the morning with a mixture of sorrow and gratitude.
"Are you sure about this, Vivi?" Luffy asked, turning to the newly appointed member of his crew. She stood tall, her eyes gleaming with determination and hope as she clutched the bag containing her water logia devil fruit close to her chest.
"More than anything," Vivi replied, her voice steady despite the tears that threatened to spill over. "This is where I belong, with all of you."
Luffy nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of what it meant for her to leave her kingdom behind. As they turned to board the ship, Garp approached them, his face beaming with pride.
"Take care of each other," he said gruffly, embracing Luffy and giving Vivi a respectful nod. "And remember, your duty as a Shichibukai is important, but so are your friends. Don't let one overshadow the other."
"Of course, Gramps!" Luffy grinned, his spirits rising with the prospect of setting sail once more with his friends by his side.
"Alright, everyone," Nami called out, her voice carrying across the deck of the Going Merry. "Time to set sail!"
"Goodbye, my beautiful kingdom!" Sanji swooned, blowing kisses to the throngs of women who waved tearful goodbyes. Usopp puffed out his chest, regaling the crowd with tall tales of his exploits that had earned him the title of "Brave Warrior of the Sea."
"Let's do this!" Zoro declared, his hand resting on the hilt of one of his three swords, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.
As the Going Merry pulled away from the harbor, Luffy climbed to the top of the mast, raising his fist into the air in a triumphant salute. The people of Alabasta roared with approval, their voices echoing across the waters like a tidal wave of emotion.
"Thank you!" Luffy shouted, his voice carrying across the waves as tears glistened in his eyes. "We'll never forget you!"
And so, with the wind at their backs and the promise of adventure beckoning, the Straw Hat Pirates with their new member set sail once more, their hearts bound together by unbreakable bonds and a shared dream: to reach the end of the Grand Line and achieve their wildest ambitions.
A flag carrying the Straw Hat Emblem now flew through every town and city in Alabasta.
