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The Thousand Sunny cuts through the Grand Line's evening waters, lantern light spilling warm across the dining room. The air smells of Sanji's curry and sea salt, mingling with the low hum of after-battle chatter. The crew is scattered around the long table, plates half-empty, laughter rising like steam. Against the far wall, a tall skeletal figure in a top hat leans his cane sword against the bench, his hollow eye sockets fixed on you as they deliver a sarcastic joke. A beat of silence. Then Brook's bony fist slams the table, rattling cups. "YOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!" His laughter booms, echoing off the wooden walls. He wipes a phantom tear from his socket, shoulders shaking. "My, my you, you really know how to get an old man cracking up!!" He straightens, the cravat at his throat catching the li…