The salty ocean breeze filled the air as the newly formed crew sailed into the unknown. The waves gently rocked their boat as the village slowly disappeared on the horizon behind them.
Reo stood proudly at the front of the ship, hands on his hips, grinning as the wind blew through his hair. "We did it. We're finally pirates!"
Saya stretched her arms behind her head, looking up at the clear blue sky. "And now, the true test begins! The trials of the sea! The challenges of survival! The dangers of—"
THUMP.
Flare, lying lazily on the deck, flicked his tail as if to say "We just got on the water. Relax."
Meanwhile, Momo was already in the kitchen section of the boat, humming as he prepared the crew's first meal at sea.
Reo smirked. "Man, this is perfect. Just us, the open ocean, and an adventure ahead." He took a deep breath and sighed.
Then suddenly—
GRRRRGGLLLLLLLL.
A monstrous stomach growl echoed across the deck.
Saya and Momo both turned to look at Reo, who stood completely still, his face blank.
Saya burst out laughing. "W-Was that you!?"
Reo crossed his arms and pouted. "Tch. It's just the sound of adventure calling."
Momo, still stirring a pot, chuckled. "Adventure sure sounds hungry. Don't worry, I've got us covered."
Flare's ears twitched. He sniffed the air, catching the scent of something cooking.
Saya peeked into the pot. "Ooooh, what's for lunch?"
Momo wiped his hands on his apron. "Fruit curry with coconut rice! Gotta keep the captain and his pulp powers strong, right?"
Reo grinned. "Now we're talking!"
Everything was going smoothly—too smoothly.
Just as they were about to enjoy their first meal…
SPLASH!
The ship jerked violently as something struck the hull from below.
Saya almost dropped her plate. "W-What was that?!"
Flare leaped up, his fur bristling, staring at the water.
Momo gripped the side of the boat, eyes wide. "Did we hit something?!"
Reo narrowed his eyes and leaned over the edge.
The water… was bubbling.
And then—
BOOM!
Something shot out of the sea with incredible force, casting a giant shadow over the crew!
Saya gasped. "No way—A SEA KING?!"
A massive eel-like Sea King with razor-sharp fangs towered over them, its monstrous eyes locked onto their ship.
Reo clenched his fists, a smirk creeping across his face. "Now this… this is a real pirate's welcome!" "I got this."
Saya folded her arms, pouting. "Oh, come on! I've been waiting to fight something cool all day!"
Reo waved her off. "You'll get your turn. But I need to stretch my sea legs first."
Flare sat down, watching with mild amusement, while Momo peeked over the side, clearly hoping the fight wouldn't ruin their lunch.
The Sea King lunged.
Reo didn't flinch. Instead, he raised both arms, and suddenly—
His left arm darkened into a deep grape-purple. His right, a bright lime-green.
Saya raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what's he ?"
Momo's eyes widened. "Oh! It's his pulp powers!"
Reo smirked. "Let's break this down. Grape pulp—rich in Vitamin K. Helps with blood clotting and bone strength. Green pulp packed with Vitamin C. Good for endurance and… a little something extra."
The Sea King roared, snapping its jaws forward!
But Reo dropped his arms "FREEZE!"
Instantly, his pulp-infused hands dropped to 0C, solidifying into frozen fruit fists.
A split second before the creature's fangs could pierce him
"FRUIT PUNCH!!"
Reo unleashed a powerful double uppercut, slamming both frozen fists into the Sea King's chin!
CRACK!
The impact shattered the icy fruit pulp, sending shards flying in every direction. The Sea King's massive body jerked backward, its eyes rolling into its head as it let out a strangled cry.
A second later, it splashed back into the ocean, sinking below the waves.
Silence.
Then,
Saya whistled. "Okay. That was kinda cool."
Momo clapped. "Whew! And our lunch survived!"
Flare yawned, unimpressed.
Reo shook off the last bits of frozen pulp, grinning. "Alright, now that's out of the way. who's hungry?"
The crew gathered around the small dining area on the ship's deck, their stomachs rumbling in anticipation.
At the center of it all was Momo, the ship's nutritionist and chef, carefully portioning out bowls of steaming hot fruit curry with coconut rice.
Reo, Saya, and Flare sat eagerly, watching him work. But as he served their meals, Momo did something strange—he plucked out certain ingredients from each of their plates.
Reo raised an eyebrow. "Uh… Momo? What are you doing?"
Saya frowned. "Hey, why'd you take my fried banana slices?!"
Momo, without missing a beat, tossed the removed food scraps into a small waste basket. "Too much sugar, too much oil. We're pirates now—we have to stay strong and healthy."* He adjusted his glasses and crossed his arms.* "I will not let this crew fall into bad eating habits under my watch!"
Reo slumped forward. "So you're telling me… I can't have extra mango sauce?"
Momo shook his head firmly. "Nope."
Reo groaned. "You're heartless."
Saya leaned over to Flare, whispering. "I swear, he was a grandma in his past life."
Flare, in response, simply wagged his tail and stole a piece of coconut from Reo's plate.
Reo's eye twitched. "You little—HEY!"
The fox chewed happily, unbothered.
Momo chuckled as he sat down with his own plate. "Alright, dig in!"
And with that, the crew began their first meal at sea.
As they ate, they chatted like old friends, their laughter blending with the sound of the waves.
Saya leaned back, grinning. "So, Captain, what's the plan? Where are we headed first?"
Reo took a big bite of curry before answering. "Where else? The Grand Line!"
Saya sighed dramatically. "Yes, yes, we know that, but how are we getting there? The Reverse Mountain isn't exactly a straight path."
Momo nodded. "Plus, we need to gather supplies before taking on the real adventure. If we don't, we'll end up as another group of nobodies who sank before reaching the real challenge."
Reo tapped his chin, thinking. "Hmm… I guess we could make a stop somewhere. Any ideas?"
Saya smirked. "How about an island with some action? A real pirate test!"
Momo adjusted his glasses. "How about a place with good food?"
Flare barked.
Reo laughed. "Alright, alright! We'll find a place that has both action and food. That way, everyone wins."
The crew cheered, raising their cups.
5 MINUTES LATER.
...
...
...
...
...
...
A long pause settled over the group as the waves rocked their boat gently. The crew sat around, having just finished their meal, staring at the vast open ocean ahead.
Then, finally—
"Sooooo… does anyone know where our next island is?" Reo asked, a teardrop of sweat rolling down his temple.
The response?
Momo stuttered. "Uh… w-well, you see—"
Flare simply tilted his head, his fox ears twitching.
Saya, however, sat up confidently and slammed her palm on the table. "HAH! Of course, I know! The next island is...
…Suzu-Suzu Wobble Island!"
A long silence followed.
Reo blinked. Momo adjusted his glasses. Flare stared blankly.
Reo was the first to break the silence. "What."
Momo squinted. "That's not real."
"YES, IT IS!" Saya insisted, pointing dramatically at the sky. "Suzu-Suzu Wobble Island! It's a mystical island that appears once every five years! It's said to be made entirely of jelly, and those who step on it will bounce for ETERNITY!"
Reo buried his face in his hands. "Saya… you just made that up."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh."
"Nuh-uh!!"
Momo sighed. "Saya, there's no way that's a real place."
"I swear on my kunoichi honor!" Saya huffed, crossing her arms.
Reo smirked. "Not gonna lie, kunoichi really suits you. I mean, isn't a ninja's whole thing that they're masters of deceit?"
Saya pointed a finger at him. "HEY! The Soda Incident was REAL!"
Momo facepalmed. "We are not talking about the Soda Incident."
Reo threw his hands up. "All I'm saying is, our teacher would probably have something to say about this."
Saya pouted. "Tch. Non-believers."
At that moment, reality finally set in.
The crew slowly exchanged glances.
Then, in perfect unison.
"We don't have a navigator."
They were completely, utterly, undeniably screwed.
Reo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well… shit."
He snapped his fingers and pointed at Saya. "Hey, Saya, you're the only one who took art classes, which means you can navigate, right?"
Saya's eyes widened in horror. "WH—WHAT?! NO! That's not how that works!"
Reo shrugged. "What do you mean? You draw stuff, maps are drawn—boom! Navigator."
Saya threw her hands in the air. "THAT'S NOT THE SAME THING, REO!"
She pointed aggressively at him. "Drawing a cool picture of a ninja on a rooftop is not the same as understanding wind currents, sea charts, and island coordinates!"
Momo nodded sagely. "Yeah, navigating requires actual knowledge of the ocean."
Reo crossed his arms. "Sounds like an excuse to me."
Saya gasped dramatically. "Excuse?! EXCUSE?!—DO YOU WANT ME TO DRAW US A NICE PRETTY MAP TO NOWHERE?! BECAUSE I CAN DO THAT!!"
Reo held up his hands. "Whoa, whoa, chill, ninja girl. It was just an idea."
Flare barked, tail wagging, as if he found the argument entertaining.
Saya groaned, rubbing her temples. "We're so doomed."
Reo sat down and leaned against the mast. "Nah. Worst case, we just… keep going in one direction until we hit land. That's how adventure works, right?"
Momo sighed deeply. "I hate that I can't argue with that."
Momo clapped his hands together, trying to calm the crew down. "Alright, alright! No need to panic just yet. We may be lost, but we can think about other important matters instead."
Reo raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Momo adjusted his glasses and smiled. "Like… our crew's name!"
A long pause followed.
Then, all at once—
"WAIT, WE FORGOT TO NAME OUR CREW?!"
The three humans and one very buff fox stared at each other in shock. How could they have sailed off on a grand adventure without even deciding on a name?!
Saya, as always, was the first to speak up.
"Alright, listen up! I've got the perfect name. The 'Shadow Pirates'! Sounds cool, right?" She smirked, looking very proud of herself.
Reo leaned back against the mast. "Hmm… yeah, no. It sounds like we only do night missions or something."
Momo crossed his arms. "Yeah, and we're not exactly stealthy."
Saya pouted. "Hmph! You just don't understand ninja culture."
Reo smirked. "I understand that you're a wannabe ninja."
Saya kicked his leg under the table. "SHUUSH IT!"
Reo groaned and rubbed his shin. "Fine, whatever. My turn. How about... the 'Fruit Punch Pirates'?"
Momo and Saya immediately gave him a deadpan look.
"No."
Reo gasped. "WHY NOT?! It's a genius name! It represents my powers and—"
Saya cut him off. "It sounds like we're a traveling juice bar."
Momo nodded. "Agreed. Hard pass."
Reo crossed his arms and pouted. "You guys have no taste."
Momo adjusted his glasses. "Okay, my turn. I was thinking something simple and noble… like 'The Voyager Pirates'."
Reo shrugged. "Not bad, but kinda generic."
Saya snored loudly. "Boooring."
Flare, who had been listening the whole time, suddenly wagged his tail and scratched at the deck.
Reo looked at him. "Oh, you wanna give a name too?"
Flare nodded eagerly.
Realizing Flare couldn't write, Reo grabbed a piece of paper and drew some random symbols. "Okay, buddy. Pick one, and we'll figure out what you're trying to say."
Flare stared at the paper intensely… then bit one of the symbols.
Reo looked at it and frowned. "Uh… 'Bork-Bork Crew'?"
Flare wagged his tail excitedly.
...
...
...
...
Momo and Saya immediately rejected it.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT."
Flare huffed, clearly offended.
Seeing that they were getting nowhere, Flare suddenly trotted over to a bag near the ship's mast, bit down, and pulled out a sack of playing cards.
Momo blinked. "Wait… we actually brought those?"
Reo grinned. "Ohh, I see where this is going."
Saya smirked and cracked her knuckles. "A little game to decide the name, huh? I like it."
The four of them sat down around the small table on deck and dealt the cards. The rules were simple—whoever won the game got to name the crew.
As the game went on, Reo noticed something weird. Every time he was about to get a good hand, his cards suspiciously changed. Momo was furrowing his brows, confused as to why his best cards kept disappearing.
Finally, Saya laid down her hand with a huge grin. "HA! I WIN!"
Reo narrowed his eyes. "Hold on... how the hell did you get four aces?!"
Momo adjusted his glasses. "Saya… you didn't… cheat, did you?"
Saya gasped dramatically. "How DARE you accuse me of such a thing?!"
Flare stared at her blankly.
Reo sighed. "You totally cheated, didn't you?"
Saya shrugged and gave a cheeky smile. "What can I say? Ninja skills, baby!"
Reo facepalmed. "Unbelievable. And now we have to stick with 'Shadow Pirates' because of this."
Momo sighed. "Well… rules are rules."
Flare barked in protest.
Reo groaned. "I hate that this is how we got our name."
Saya crossed her arms proudly. "Don't be salty just because you lost."
On the peaceful island of Cedaport, life carried on as usual.
Cedaport wasn't a grand or remarkable place—it had no royal castles, no rare treasures, no powerful warriors. Instead, it was a quiet, safe haven in the otherwise unpredictable East Blue. It was known as the "Pirate's Rest Stop", a rare place where pirates could dock without fear of Marines breathing down their necks.
The island itself was small, with only a handful of establishments. There was an inn, a bar, a general store, and a ship repair shop. That was about it. Despite being a well-known stop for outlaws, no major battles had ever broken out here. After all, even pirates needed a place to rest.
But peace never lasts forever.
Far beyond the calm shores of Cedaport, from a completely different direction than Reo's ship, another vessel cut through the waves.
It was a real pirate ship, much larger and more threatening than the Shadow Pirates' modest boat. Its jolly roger was a grinning shark with a knife between its teeth, its jagged fins curling like flames. This was the flag of the Fangtooth Pirates, a ragtag group of criminals with a reputation for biting off more than they could chew—sometimes literally.
At the top of the ship's mast, the lookout squinted through his spyglass, scanning the horizon. Suddenly, he spotted the silhouette of Cedarport in the distance. His eyes widened in excitement.
"CAPTAIN! LAND AHEAD!"
Inside the ship's dimly lit captain's quarters, a shadowed figure leaned forward in his chair. A faint smile curled on his lips.
"Finally," he muttered, standing up and cracking his knuckles.
He stepped into the light, revealing a scrappy-looking man with wild black hair, a scar across his cheek, and a missing front tooth. His coat was far too big for him, like he stole it from a much more important pirate. He adjusted his beaten-up tricorn hat, stepping onto the deck where his rowdy crew waited.
This was Captain Dirk "Toothless" Fegan.
And today was the day he'd make history.
"Alright, boys! You know the plan!" he shouted. "If we wanna be taken seriously, we gotta make some noise!"
The crew cheered, fists in the air.
"The Fangtooth Pirates ain't gonna be the lowest bounty crew in the East Blue for much longer!"
With that, their ship sailed toward Cedaport, ready to raise hell.
BACK TO REO.
"~50 bottles of soda on the wall... two bottles of soda on the wall...~"
Saya's voice echoed across the boat as she happily sang to herself, swinging her legs over the side of the ship. She was clearly bored out of her mind.
The rest of the crew, however? They were suffering.
Momo had his hands pressed against his ears, his face scrunched up in agony. Flare, the fox, had buried his head under his fluffy tail, whimpering softly. Even Reo, who had endured all kinds of hardships, was gripping the ship's wheel with a twitching eye.
They all knew one thing: Saya's patience was that of a child.
And when Saya was bored, everyone suffered.
Reo finally snapped. "Saya, for the love of all things fruity, PLEASE STOP!"
Saya huffed, turning away dramatically. "Hmph! If we had a working compass or a map, maybe I wouldn't be so bored!"
Momo groaned. "You were the one who cheated to name us the Shadow Pirates. Maybe you should cheat us up a map while you're at it."
"Oh ho ho!" Saya smirked. "If I could, we'd already be at the legendary island of... uh..." she snapped her fingers, "Jellybanana Cove!"
Reo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Saya, there is NO WAY that's a real place. AND you literally just forget what it was called!"
"Oh? And what do YOU know about legendary islands, Captain No-Direction?" Saya teased.
Reo exhaled. He looked at the endless blue sea ahead of them and sighed. "...We're so screwed."
As the Shadow Pirates continued their ridiculous argument, the wind picked up. The ocean stretched out endlessly before them.
Then, Reo, now practically begging for relief, stood up and took a deep breath. He focused his Devil Fruit powers, pulling out the natural Beta-Carotene stored within his body. His hands briefly shimmered in a soft orange hue, but he controlled it enough to avoid actually turning orange.
With the Pulp-Pulp Fruit's abilities, the effects of the vitamins were enhanced—doubled, in fact.
Reo's pupils shrank slightly as his vision sharpened beyond human limits.
He squinted at the horizon…
…Nothing…
…Nothing…
…Wait.
There!
A faint outline in the distance.
His eyes widened as he made out the unmistakable shape of land. An island!
Reo shot up like a rocket, nearly knocking over Momo. "I SEE IT! LAND HO!"
Momo blinked. "Wait, really?!"
Flare let out a triumphant bark.
Saya, arms crossed, grinned smugly. "See? Told you we'd find Jellybanana Cove."
Reo turned to her, deadpan. "It's not Jellybanana Cove."
Saya wagged a finger. "You don't KNOW that. We haven't docked yet."
Ignoring her nonsense, Reo grabbed the ship's wheel, his heart pounding with excitement.
After endless hours at sea, the Shadow Pirates had finally found their first real destination.
???
As the Shadow Pirates' ship gently bumped against the dock, the crew sprang into action.
Reo hopped off first, securing the ropes while Momo double-checked that everything was properly tied down. Flare, being a fox, mostly just supervised.
Saya, however, stretched dramatically, cracking her knuckles and rolling her shoulders. "FINALLY! My feet are ready to be USED!" she declared, stepping onto solid ground for the first time since they left home. "I was starting to forget what walking on land felt like!"
Reo dusted off his hands and turned to her with a serious look. "Remember, Saya—DON'T attract attention. We're not famous yet, so let's keep it that way."
Saya gasped, placing a hand over her heart in exaggerated offense. "Reo. Do you think SO LITTLE of me?"
Reo stared blankly. "Yes."
Momo nodded. "Absolutely."
Flare let out a confirming bark.
Saya scowled. "Rude."
Reo sighed and rubbed his temples. "Look, just... try not to cause a scene before we even know what this place is."
Saya waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. No promises."
As the Shadow Pirates wandered through the bustling food fair, the rich smell of grilled meats, fresh bread, and exotic spices filled the air. Vendors called out, showcasing their best dishes to passing customers, while children ran around with skewers of roasted seafood.
The island itself still seemed pretty dull—no grand castles, no outrageous attractions—but it was their first stop, so it was special in its own way.
Momo, as expected, was the most curious about the food, closely inspecting various dishes with a critical eye. He studied the ingredients, the way the food was cooked, and even muttered nutrition facts under his breath.
Flare, standing beside him, took a sniff of the air and let out a small, approving grunt. The fox's senses were sharp, and his nose never lied—this food was quality.
Unfortunately…
"Only 20 berries each…" Reo sighed, staring at the tiny handful of coins in his palm.
Momo frowned. "That won't even buy us a decent meal."
Flare whined.
Meanwhile, on the crew's blind side…
Saya had somehow drifted away from the group, her hands on her hips, grinning like she owned the place.
She strode confidently through the fair, acting like an unstoppable extrovert—despite the fact that she usually relied on the crew's attention to fuel her antics.
She took in the people gazing at her attire, some whispering, others pointing. The comments ranged from curiosity to mild confusion.
"Is she a ninja?"
"In broad daylight? Isn't that… a little counterproductive?"
"Maybe it's a performance outfit?"
Saya simply closed her eyes, smiled, and nodded to herself. "Yes… my presence does demand attention."
Reo, Momo, and Flare exchanged glances, silently coming to the same decision.
Leave. Saya. Behind.
Without a word, they turned on their heels and walked away, their pace casual yet intentional.
Saya, still basking in the false praise of strangers, didn't notice at first. But when she turned around and saw them disappearing into the crowd, her face dropped.
"HEY! YOU GUYS! WAIT FOR ME!!" she screeched, bolting after them.
The panel cuts to the crew wandering through town, taking in everything the island had to offer—which, to no one's surprise, wasn't much.
They had walked through every street, every corner, and even looped back to the food fair. No grand buildings, no market filled with rare treasures—just an inn, a bar, and a handful of small shops.
Reo scratched his head. "So… we basically just walked the whole island."
Momo folded his arms. "This is just a resting place for travelers, huh?"
Flare, sitting on his haunches, raised an eyebrow at Saya, then made a mocking gesture—one that clearly translated to:
"Oh yeah, real nice name for this 'legendary' island, huh?"
Saya crossed her arms and pouted. "I'm still saying it's real."
Reo sighed. "Anyway, we need a navigator. Maybe someone here knows how to sail?"
The crew glanced around, eyeing the locals passing by. Someone in this sleepy little town had to know the way, right?
Right?
INN.
As the crew stepped into the inn, they were immediately greeted by a warm, cozy atmosphere. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, soft lantern light flickered against wooden walls, and the faint sound of gentle music played from somewhere inside.
The place felt like home—not that any of them had one to compare it to.
At the front desk stood a beautiful, youthful woman, her long blonde hair shimmering under the lantern's glow. She greeted them with a charming smile.
"Welcome, travelers! Please, make yourselves comfortable!"
The boys took in the scene, Momo and Flare immediately inspecting the beds, while Reo remained near the entrance.
That's when Saya, as always, decided to stir up trouble.
She grinned mischievously and slid up real close to Reo, leaning in just enough to get into his personal space.
"Sooo, Reo… is she your type?" she whispered, wiggling her eyebrows.
Reo, unimpressed, gave a dry and immediate response.
"No."
But Saya wasn't done yet.
"Oh? But she's blonde."
Reo blinked. "And?"
Saya gasped dramatically. "Oh my gosh, did you forget? You," she poked his chest, ",once said blonde girls were your type back in school!"
Reo's face immediately turned red. "I—I NEVER SAID THAT!"
"You totally did~!" Saya said with a cat grin.
The blonde innkeeper chuckled at the crew's antics.
"You're all welcome to test the beds if you'd like," she offered kindly.
Reo raised a brow. "Wait, even Flare?"
"Of course! We allow animals here," she assured.
That was all Momo and Flare needed to hear.
The two immediately leaned onto one of the beds, sinking into the softness. A heavenly sensation washed over them.
Momo let out a deep, satisfied sigh. "Oh man... This is even better than my bed!"
Reo, still desperate to escape Saya's teasing, rushed over and flopped down beside them.
Saya simply sighed, placing her hands on her hips. "That guy will never get married unless I help him."
From the bed, Reo comically shouted back, "I NEVER ASKED FOR HELP!"
She only shrugged. "Too bad. You clearly need it."
With nothing else to do, Saya hopped onto the bed too. "Ahhh~ Might as well enjoy the comfort while we're here."
Momo let out a deep "Mmmhh~", stretching his limbs like a satisfied cat. "Yup. This is it. This is the life."
Flare, who had curled up beside him, let out a slow, content huff. His big, muscular fox body sank into the mattress in a way that almost made him purr.
Reo lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. "You know, I wasn't even that tired, but now I don't wanna get up."
Saya, lying face-down with her arms spread out, groaned in agreement. "We should totally steal this bed."
Momo snorted. "How? We don't even have space on the boat."
"Then we steal the whole inn."
Reo rolled his eyes. "That's not how piracy works."
Saya turned her head towards him, smirking. "Says who? We don't even have a Jolly Roger yet."
Reo sighed, "We do, actually. You cheated, remember?"
Saya giggled proudly, rolling onto her side. "Heh. Oh yeah, I did."
Flare flicked his ear and gave Reo a pointed look, as if telling him something.
Reo frowned. "What?"
Flare lifted his paw and lightly smacked the bed, then made a slow, exaggerated nodding motion.
Reo blinked. "Wait... You want to STAY here?!"
Flare nodded again, more aggressively this time.
Momo laughed. "I mean... Can you blame him?"
Saya sat up dramatically. "I second the motion. Let's just live here forever."
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
"It will cost you 5000 berries each!" The moment the woman dropped the bomb, all four of them launched out of bed like they'd been electrocuted.
"WHAAAAAAT!?!"
Even Flare, who had been completely melted into the mattress, was suddenly standing on all fours, fur bristling.
The woman chuckled at their reactions, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Relax, relax. I was joking~"
Saya, now looking completely composed, crossed her arms and huffed. "Hah! As if I was actually scared. I totally knew it was a joke."
Momo looked at her, unimpressed. "You screamed the loudest."
"Lies and slander."
The woman smiled warmly. "Actually, naps and overnight stays are free for travelers like you."
Reo, who had just calmed down, suddenly froze. His tired-looking eyes lit up with an almost divine glow.
"Wait… So we can nap here?"
The woman nodded. "Of course."
A long pause. The crew turned to look at Reo.
...
...
...
...
Then, without another word, he turned back to the bed, flopped onto it, and immediately passed out.
"NAAAAAAANI!?!? HE FELL THAT FAST!?!?"
The others stared in disbelief.
Momo's jaw dropped. "Didn't he just say he wasn't tired!?"
Flare let out a long, exaggerated sigh, as if saying 'Unbelievable.'
Saya shook her head. "Captain material, ladies and gentlemen."
Momo pinched the bridge of his nose. "I guess we're letting him nap, then?"
Saya grinned mischievously. "Or… We could draw on his face."
Flare perked up immediately.
Momo sighed. "Just so you're already. I'm not cleaning that up."
In the end, they decided against it, mostly because Reo looked way too peaceful in his nap. Instead, they turned towards the door.
"Alright then, navigator search, take two." Saya cracked her knuckles. "Let's hit the bar!"
Meanwhile, somewhere else on the Fangtooth Pirates' ship, three of the captain's strongest subordinates sat around a barrel, playing the same card game that Reo's crew had played earlier.
Each of them was dressed in outfits inspired by different sea creatures, their designs matching their nicknames and fighting styles.
Jinto, the Venomous Puffer, leaned forward, squinting at his cards.
"Alright, alright... This time, I got it. I can feel it!"
Ganzu, the Deep-Sea Ogre, grunted. "You said that last round. And the round before that."
Kairo, the Bladed Barracuda, grinned sharply. "Just play your damn card, Jinto. Or are you too scared to lose again?"
Jinto huffed, slamming his card down. "HAH! Read it and weep, suckers!"
A pause.
Ganzu and Kairo looked at his hand.
Then, they both burst out laughing.
Kairo smirked. "Wow. That's the worst play I've ever seen."
Jinto's face turned red. "Wait, what? How!?"
Ganzu shook his head. "Jinto… You just gave Kairo the winning hand."
Jinto froze, slowly looking up at Kairo's shit-eating grin.
"Heh." Kairo placed his cards down. "And that's game."
Jinto let out a dramatic wail, slamming his fists on the table. "DAMN IT! I HATE THIS STUPID GAME!"
Kairo chuckled, standing up. "Relax, Puffer. The real fun's about to begin anyway."
At that moment, a lookout shouted from above.
"LAND AHEAD! GET READY TO DOCK!"
A group of infantrymen stood shoulder to shoulder, their mismatched weapons gleaming under the sunlight. Their leader towered above them—a man covered in shadows, his crooked grin barely visible under his wide-brimmed hat.
Before them stood their Captain—Dirk Fegan, the man who would make history today.
Fegan raised his hand, silencing the murmurs among his crew. His voice was sharp and confident, carrying across the deck like the crash of waves against a hull.
"Listen up, boys. Before us stands Cedaport' The Safest Place in East Blue.'"
The men snickered, while Kairo, Ganzu, and Jinto watched with eager anticipation.
Fegan continued, his eyes gleaming.
"For years, this place has been an untouched paradise for pirates—an 'inn' for weaklings too scared to fight. Not a single invasion. Not a single homicide. Not even the most dangerous bastards in the world have dared to lay a finger on this place."
He took a step forward, gripping the hilt of his cutlass.
"But today… today is different."
A wave of excitement rippled through the crew.
"We will be the first to leave our mark on Cedaport! The first to break its perfect little record! And when the news spreads, when the Marines get word of what we've done..."
His grin widened.
"They'll be forced to raise our bounties. They'll have no choice but to recognize us!"
The crew roared in approval, fists pumping into the air.
Kairo smirked, crossing his arms. "About time we did something worth remembering."
Ganzu cracked his knuckles, his voice calm yet menacing. "Hope these islanders put up a fight. Crushing weaklings ain't fun."
Jinto nervously puffed up, despite his excitement. "Just as long as we don't bite off more than we can chew, yeah?"
Fegan's eyes darkened, his grin turning into a predatory smirk.
"Don't worry. We won't be the ones getting chewed up."
Dirk took a deep breath, gathering his officers close as the rest of the crew stood at attention, watching their captain with bated breath. His voice dropped low—calculated, cold, confident.
"I'm gonna break it down for you guys." His finger pointed toward the island in the distance, Cedaport, still oblivious to what was coming.
"The key to chaos… is fire."
He paused, letting the word sink in.
"We'll light up this peaceful little haven like a damn festival. When the smoke rises, people panic. And when people panic…"
A wicked grin crept across his face.
"They're easier to stomp."
He snapped his fingers and pointed toward two of his officers.
"Kairo, Jinto—you two are in charge of the bar. That's the busiest and loudest spot on this dull island. The moment you torch it, the entire town will notice. Once the flames start dancing, get loud. I want fear. Screaming. Running. All of it."
Kairo gave a silent nod, resting a hand on his double-pronged spear, his mouth curved in a quiet, sinister smirk.
"With pleasure. Been craving some noise."
Jinto puffed out his cheeks nervously but gave a thumbs-up.
"I-I'll follow Kairo's lead. As long as it burns, right?"
Dirk then turned toward the island with narrowed eyes.
"As for me… I'll hit the Inn."
His tone was darker now.
"Comfy beds, warm smiles, happy travelers. That's gotta go first."
He pointed a thumb toward Ganzu, the tall brute with webbed fingers and sharp gills down his neck.
"Ganzu, you're staying on the ship. Once you see the fire start, blast the flare. That's the signal. When it goes up..."
He made a downward chopping motion.
"Release the rest of the boys. Full charge. Loot, wreck, destroy—no mercy."
Ganzu nodded, his voice like gravel underwater.
"Heh… Been a while since I've seen a good old-fashioned stomp-fest. I'll make it loud."
Dirk stepped back and looked at them all, eyes gleaming with promise.
"Today, Cedaport falls."
"And tomorrow… the world learns our name."
"FANGTOOTH PIRATES!"
A roaring cheer exploded from the deck, the crew howling with excitement as the ship creaked and groaned toward the unknowing island.
BACK TO THE TRIO.
"So what's the plan?" Momo asked, eyeing her warily.
"Simple," Saya replied with a confident huff. "I march in, strike a ninja pose, and loudly declare our need for a navigator. Boom! Instant recruitment!"
...
...
...
...
"...No," Momo said flatly, already massaging his temple.
Flare visibly stiffened beside him, the fox's ears twitching as if bracing for impact.
Eventually, they spotted the bar—a humble building with wooden paneling and a few swinging doors, the kind that creaked dramatically when you opened them. The sign above simply read: "Rusty Barrel Tavern."
They approached, and Momo's eyes narrowed at the entrance.
"...Tsk." He looked at the narrow doorframe in disgust.
Saya blinked. "What's wrong now?"
"This door is an offense. An architectural insult to healthy-bodied individuals."
With a bit of wiggling, pressing, and awkward twisting, Momo finally squeezed through, grumbling the whole time. Saya barely held back a laugh, while Flare gave an unimpressed tail flick.
A deep voice met them as they entered:
"Welcome!"
Behind the counter stood a buff, middle-aged man with a scar running across his chin and an apron around his waist. He smiled genuinely, polishing a glass with a practiced hand. "Grab a seat, travelers."
Momo, before taking another step in, glanced at Flare and frowned.
"Sorry, buddy. This place probably won't appreciate a fox inside. And there's food everywhere."
Flare gave a tiny sigh through his nose but nodded, obediently padding over to a shaded spot outside the bar and laying down with a watchful gaze on the door.
Saya was already scanning the bar patrons like she was about to challenge each of them to a duel.
"Okay," she whispered to Momo. "Let Operation Ninja Recruitment commence."
Momo groaned.
"...We're never finding a navigator, are we?"
Saya slapped her palm on the counter, grinning from ear to ear like she was about to start some kind of challenge.
"Hey, big guy! What's the saltiest drink you got here? Gimme some of that!"
Momo's eyes widened with the silent scream of someone who had been here before.
"Saya, I don't think that's a good—"
"Shush!" she cut him off confidently, waving her hand in front of his face. "That was old Saya. This is new Saya. Stronger. Wiser. Immune to bad decisions."
"...So exactly the same."
The bartender let out a hearty chuckle as he reached for a cloudy bottle with a skull and what looked like a fish tail on the label. He uncorked it and began pouring the briny, grayish liquid into a tall, dusty glass.
"You sure you want this, missy?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Bring it!" Saya said with both fists on her hips.
As he slid the glass across the counter, he gave the two a curious look.
"So... pirates, huh?"
Saya blinked, surprised. "Yup. How'd you know?"
The bartender snorted, wiping the counter with a rag.
"Kid, I've been working behind this counter for over twenty years. No one comes in here looking like you three unless they're either criminals, bounty hunters, or pirates. And bounty hunters at least try to dress like they aren't insane."
Saya puffed out her chest proudly.
"Well, you got us. We are pirates. The Shadow Pirates!"
Momo looked like he wanted to deny it for the sake of subtlety, but just sighed in defeat.
"Subtle as ever..."
Saya leaned over the counter, balancing on her elbows.
"You wouldn't happen to know if any navigators are around here, huh? We're kinda, uh... going blind."
The bartender chuckled again, though this time, it was with a slight shake of his head.
"Sorry, missy. You won't find any skilled navigators in Cedaport. This island isn't for sailing—it's for resting. Every pirate who stops here does so to stop. Not start something."
He finished polishing the same glass that hadn't been used, giving them a sympathetic look.
"If you're lookin' to build a crew, you're gonna have to try somewhere a little less... relaxed."
Saya frowned and glanced at Momo.
"Well... poop."
The bartender tapped his chin thoughtfully before nodding.
"However... I think I could give you some kind of replacement."
Momo raised an eyebrow. "A replacement? You mean like a navigator?"
"Not exactly," the bartender admitted, setting Saya's drink in front of her. "But I do know a thing or two about the islands near here. I could give you some basic directions to the next couple of islands. Not perfect, but it'll keep you from sailing in circles."
Saya brightened. "Oh? That could actually help! I mean, a little, but still!"
The bartender smirked. "You're lucky this place doesn't mind pirates. Been here 20 years and never seen a single one cause a ruckus."
As he was about to share the directions, the bar's entrance swung open with a low creak.
Outside, two figures loomed in the dim light of the evening sun.
Without hesitation, one of them—a lanky man with sharp, fish-like eyes—callously shoved Flare aside with his boot. The little fox let out a startled yelp as he tumbled across the ground.
Inside, the bartender's words abruptly halted as he noticed them stepping in. His face remained neutral, but there was a distinct shift in the air.
The two figures entered and took their seats beside Momo and Saya like they belonged there. The taller, leaner one grinned with far too many teeth. "Hey there, old man. Mind getting us the saltiest thing ya got?"
The other, a more anxious-looking young man, remained silent, his fingers tapping the counter.
The bartender gave a slow nod. "Welcome, sir."
Momo took one glance at Kairo and Jinto and immediately had a thought.
Pirates.
They didn't have a blatant red flag or any obvious insignia, but the way they carried themselves? The way they stepped into the bar like they owned the place? Yeah. They had the aura.
That being said, Cedaport was a peaceful island. If these guys were real pirates, they probably weren't here to start anything. No need to worry.
Meanwhile, Jinto leaned closer to Kairo, whispering, "So… how are we gonna do it?"
Kairo responded under his breath, "We gotta get to the backroom. Once we're in, we can set up before anyone notices."
Before their plotting could go any further, Saya's loud, playful voice cut through their conversation.
"Huh? Wait a sec, you guys ordered the same drink as me!"
Kairo stiffened, annoyed at the sudden interruption. "Yeah? So what?"
Saya grinned. "Nothin'. Just thought it was funny. What, you guys like salty drinks too? Didn't take you for the type!"
Kairo scowled. "Tch. What's it to you?"
Saya ignored his bad attitude entirely and continued chattering. "Y'know, I always figured that super tough guys like you would go for something heavier! Like... I dunno, a big ol' mug of grog or some mean-looking liquor!"
Kairo's fingers twitched. He didn't want to cause a scene—not yet—but this weirdly-dressed girl was really starting to get on his nerves.
Before he could snap at her, Saya suddenly clapped her hands together. "Ooooh, I got it! How about a drinking contest?"
Kairo blinked. "What?"
"You and me, big guy!" Saya grinned. "Let's see who can handle the salt!"
Kairo scoffed. "Tch. Not interested."
Saya gasped dramatically. "Wow. Really? You're backing out? Guess I was wrong. You're not a tough guy—you're just a chicken!"
The entire bar went silent for a moment.
Kairo twitched.
Jinto turned to him, worried. "Kairo, don't—"
"SHUT IT." Kairo growled, glaring at Saya. "You wanna challenge me? Fine. You're on!"
Saya smirked, satisfied.
Jinto sighed in exasperation. Then, seeing an opportunity, he whispered to Kairo, "Now's the time."
Kairo nodded, gritting his teeth as he turned his attention to Saya. Meanwhile, Jinto subtly pushed his chair back and began sneaking toward the backrooms.
But just as he was about to disappear…
Momo noticed.
The salty-drink competition was… intense.
For ten whole minutes, the bar watched as Saya and Kairo went shot for shot, each gulping down the tongue-curling, lip-drying concoction like it was nothing. The tension mounted with every slam of the glass.
Kairo's eye twitched.
Saya's grin never faded.
Then—
"NUMBER TEN!" Saya called out, slamming her empty glass down once more.
Kairo lifted his last one… but his hands shook. Sweat poured down his face as he slowly, painfully, tried to raise it to his lips…
Clink.
The glass dropped.
He'd lost.
The bar was dead silent for a moment.
Saya leaned back, smug. "Heh. Guess you're not as salty as your drink, huh big guy?"
Kairo didn't respond.
Then slowly, with a stiff, jerky motion… he reached behind him.
Saya was too caught up in her victory to notice right away.
Until—
FWING!
A flash of steel. Two glinting cutlasses drawn in a blur. Kairo lunged forward like a madman, his blades slicing through the air—right where Saya's head had been a second ago.
CLANG! The blades struck metal behind her.
Saya landed a few feet away, crouched low, eyes wide. "W-What the heck?!"
She hadn't even faked that one. Her ninja instincts had kicked in automatically—pure reflex. That guy had actually tried to kill her.
Kairo's expression twisted in fury.
"I'm gonna carve you up limb by limb for humiliating me in front of everyone!!" he snarled.
Before Saya could even process what was happening, the bartender tried to step in.
"Hey! Hey! That's enough! You're not gonna—"
BANG!
A gunshot echoed through the bar.
The bartender clutched his side and stumbled back, collapsing behind the counter.
"BARTENDER?!" Saya gasped.
Her head snapped around. Momo. gone. The anxious guy. also gone.
"W-Where'd they go?! What is happening?!" she muttered, breathing quickly.
Somewhere in the dimly lit backrooms of the bar, Jinto crept along the wooden floorboards with soft, calculated steps. The scent of old rum and dust clung to the air as he moved toward his target.
Then he saw it—the storage room.
He opened the creaky door.
Barrels of gunpowder lined the back wall, stacked neatly, almost invitingly. His eyes gleamed. Perfect. One spark here, and the whole building would go up like a torch in the night.
Jinto reached into his cloak to retrieve a small ignition device—but then—
"Hey."
The word cut through the silence like a blade.
His eyes widened. That voice didn't come from his head.
He turned around fast.
Standing near the doorway, hands casually in his pockets, was Momo. His soft, round figure seemed out of place in the tense, shadowy room—but the look in his eyes was sharp. Focused.
"What exactly are you planning to do with all that gunpowder?" Momo asked, voice steady.
Jinto froze.
He tried to keep cool, but the sweat trickled down his neck.
"N-Nothing. Just… inventory," he said, forcing a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Momo took a slow step forward.
"That so? Because it looked like you were about to blow this place sky-high."
The pressure in the room thickened. Jinto's hand twitched toward his belt.
Momo noticed.
"You're not just some nervous guy, huh?" he muttered.
Jinto, seeing no way out, gritted his teeth and made his move.
"TAKE THIS—!!"
He whipped a hand forward, releasing a burst of poison darts from a hidden gauntlet.
The darts flew like a swarm—sharp, fast, and aimed directly at Momo's chest.
But—
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
In a single fluid motion, Momo pulled a medium-sized kitchen spoon from beneath his jacket, using its rounded surface to deflect each dart with practiced flicks of his wrist.
The darts scattered across the floor harmlessly.
Jinto's jaw dropped.
Momo's eyes narrowed.
"You messed with the wrong chef."
Somewhere else in Cedaport, the heavy boots of Dirk Fegan, Captain of the Fangtooth Pirates, echoed through the quiet entrance of the inn. The door creaked shut behind him, and a grin stretched across his face, pulling the shadows of his hood up slightly to reveal jagged gums—still missing his front teeth. But not for long.
"Hmph... Just one client today?" he mumbled to himself, scanning the calm lobby.
His eyes landed on a single figure resting peacefully on one of the beds—Reo D. Vance, deep in slumber, completely unaware of the storm walking straight into the room.
"A shame..." Dirk muttered darkly. "Only two voices will be screamin' in here. Guess I'll take what I can get."
A soft voice interrupted his musings.
"Welcome!" The blonde innkeeper greeted him with her usual grace and warmth. "You're just in time. Would you like a room or—?"
"Nah. Just need to wash up. Mind showin' me where the bathroom is?"
She gave a nod, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Of course. Right this way."
Dirk followed silently as she led him through the hallway, past rows of cozy rooms. She moved with calm confidence, completely unaware of the monster just behind her shoulder.
As they reached the bathroom door, she turned to offer one last smile—
"Here you—"
She didn't finish.
SNAP.
Dirk struck fast.
He sank his iron dentures—sharp and newly latched into his gums—into her neck, drawing blood with a crunch of skin and bone. She gasped, eyes wide in pain and confusion, before Dirk slammed the side of his fist into her temple, knocking her out cold.
She slumped to the floor without a sound.
Dirk calmly dragged her inside and tossed her limp form into the bathroom like a ragdoll. He locked the door behind her.
Then, slowly, he turned his gaze to the lone sleeper on the bed.
Reo lay still, unaware. Peaceful.
Dirk cracked his neck.
"Alright then… Guess it's time to put you to prolonged sleep too."
As Dirk leaned in closer, his iron dentures glinting inches away from Reo's neck, his breath hot and rancid with anticipation—
Reo's eyes suddenly flicked open.
For a brief second, both of them locked eyes.
And then—BAM!
A single punch. Clean. Unboosted.
Reo's fist crashed right into Dirk's jaw, slamming the pirate captain across the face with unexpected strength.
"AGH—!!"
Dirk was lifted clean off his feet and sent flying backward, his body spinning before slamming into the inn wall, cracking the wood and knocking the air from his lungs.
"Ughhh… W-What the hell?!" he groaned, twitching in shock on the floor. His denture clattered nearby, now loose and slightly bent.
Meanwhile, Reo sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes, completely disoriented.
"...Did someone try to bite me…?" he muttered, blinking at the unconscious inn lady slumped just outside the bathroom door and the man-shaped dent in the wall.
He scratched his head and looked around.
"Okay... what the hell is going on? Did I just get assaulted in my sleep?"
He noticed the iron denture clinking near his foot and recoiled slightly.
"…Okay, yeah. I definitely got assaulted in my sleep."
He then looks below him where his...crotch was. "My virginity is still intact, so that's good."
Then he stood up slowly, cracking his knuckles, still a bit groggy.
"I was literally having a dream about fruit... what kind of creep just rolls in here and—wait."
"…Was that a pirate?"
"YES, YOU IDIOT! THIS IS DIRK "TOOTHLESS" FEGAN! THE FUTURE KING OF PIRATES!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!"
Dirk struck a dramatic pose, one hand over his heart, the other pointing to the ceiling as if destiny itself were descending upon him.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
"...Who?"
Reo tilted his head, genuinely confused.
A beat of silence.
"WAAAGHHHH!!"
Dirk immediately faceplanted to the ground anime-style, arms and legs splayed out as he quietly sobbed into the wooden floorboards.
"I-I worked so hard on the outfit… I thought the name was cool... sniff..."
Reo raised an eyebrow.
"Listen, I literally read the newspaper daily. And I have NEVER seen your name once. Not even in the fine print."
He stared at Dirk's fish-scale patterned shirt and faux-finned sleeves.
"And seriously… what's with the fish cosplay? Are you trying to be seafood-themed or something?"
Dirk, still sprawled on the floor, mumbled through his tears, "It's not cosplay… It's our thing... we're the Fangtooth Pirates..."
Reo blinked.
"...You mean like the ugly deep-sea fish?"
Dirk sat up with a dramatic sniffle, pointing a shaking finger. "They're majestic!"
He suddenly stood tall again, shaking off the embarrassment as if nothing had happened, his face now deadly serious.
"Ahem! Anyway... that punch of yours." He stared at Reo, a little bit of sweat dripping down his cheek. "You're no ordinary kid."
Reo cracked his neck lazily, still half-waking up.
"Yeah, well, I was trying to nap. But then some weirdo with iron teeth tried to snack on me like a fruit cup."
Dirk's eye twitched.
"…Who the hell are you?"
Reo gave a small grin and adjusted his hat.
"Reo D. Vance. Captain of the newly formed Shadow Pirates… and you just pissed me off."
Dirk's brows furrowed, his body tensing.
"Heh. So that's how it is, huh…?"
But before another word was said—
BOOM!
—a loud bang echoed from outside the inn.
Reo's eyes narrowed.
The tavern was in chaos. Bottles shattered. Chairs upturned. Patrons scattered.
Saya stood in a defensive stance on one end of the bar, her eyes sharp, her ponytail fluttering slightly with each motion. Across from her, Kairo snarled with his double cutlasses, spinning one around his fingers like a show-off swordsman.
They were trading blows now. Quick ones. Testing one another.
Clang! Clang! Slash! Thud!
"Not bad for a soggy fishstick."
"You're about to find out how sharp a fish's teeth can be, brat!"
He lunged forward with a brutal downward slash—
"Extinct Style: Giant Dunkleosteus Smash!!"
Saya barely twisted out of the way, her sandal scraping against the floor as she cartwheeled backward, landing on a nearby table with a grin.
"Hah! I like that one. But how about this!"
She pressed her hands together into a quick series of signs—purely dramatic—and called out:
"Ninjutsu: Thousand Rice Paper Swarm!"
She whipped out a pouch filled with what looked like fluttering white tags—actually improvised paper shuriken. She launched them into Kairo's face, temporarily blinding him and forcing him to block with his forearms.
"Tch—Trickery!"
"It's called strategy, sushi breath!"
He powered through the paper swarm and charged again—
"Extinct Style: Megalodon Whirlwind!"
Spinning like a buzzsaw, his blades created a vicious arc of slashes that tore through the wooden walls and furniture around them. Saya ducked under the barrage, flipping over a broken table and throwing a kick midair.
"Ninjutsu: Kunoichi Sky Drop!"
Her heel smashed into Kairo's forearm, making him flinch and opening a gap in his form. But Kairo was just as clever—he absorbed the impact and countered with a rising elbow.
Crack!
Saya staggered, nearly falling back, but managed to stick the landing.
Both of them stood there, panting lightly, their clothes slightly torn, their pride wounded but not broken.
"Guess you're not entirely scales and muscle."
"And you're not entirely all bark and headbands."
They dashed forward again, blades and fists ready to clash—
But at that moment,
a BOOM
Smoke curled in the dim room, dancing in the air like nervous whispers. Jinto's eyes flicked between Momo's steady approach and the small ignition device resting dangerously close. He launched dart after dart from his concealed shooter—each one aimed with desperation, not precision.
Pang!
Thunk!
Each dart was effortlessly batted away by Momo's spoon—his stance unshaken, his eyes locked forward.
"Stop walking like that!" Jinto shouted, now visibly sweating. "I mean it!"
But Momo didn't respond. Not with words.
Instead, he raised his arm and said in a calm, deep voice:
"DIET SPOON: Gentle Slap."
Whack!
A single flick of his spoon across Jinto's cheek sent the pirate stumbling to the side—right into the wall with a loud thud. That's when Momo noticed the tiny, ticking device on the floor. Still active. Still counting.
"So… you were trying to burn this place down with this?" Momo muttered, nudging it with the round end of his spoon.
Jinto's eyes widened. "Wait,don't touch that—!!"
Too late.
Momo, thinking it safe to disable, brought his spoon down with one solid, dramatic swing.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion rocked the entire back of the bar—walls bursting outward in flame and force. The sky above Cedaport lit up orange and red like a firework festival gone wrong. The ground trembled, glass shattered, villagers screamed, and pirates turned in shock.
The fire had started.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Who will join Reo's crew?
CEDAPORT INFERNO ARC: NO ONE.
WARSHIP ISLAND ARC: ?
ONE PIECE MOVIE 1: NO ONE
???
???
???